Weird Talker

Chapter 216 The Second Day
In the second half of the night, nothing strange happened.

It was daylight as usual.

The first person to wake up was Xinxin.

Last night, she didn't hand over the medical records to Lian Yan, he was too eager, which made Xinxin uneasy.

Later, head nurse Liu appeared at the door of the ward, but what happened next made Xinxin terrified.

Lian Yan didn't get the medical record, and there were many strange expressions on his face instantly, including terror and struggle. One of his hands burst out with veins, but the other hand was holding it firmly, not letting it go. To attack Xinxin.

This weird scene continued until the appearance of "Head Nurse Liu".

Standing at the door of the ward, she witnessed Lian Yan's strange behavior, but "Head Nurse Liu" flew into a rage as if provoked by something, she rushed into the ward, kicked Lian Yan to the ground, and slammed She slapped him several times until Lianyan kept vomiting blood before leaving.

And all of this... made Xinxin extremely uneasy.

She already had a premonition that Lian Yan seemed to be fighting against some kind of will, and he needed her help...but she refused to help him.

She didn't sleep well that night.

Before seven o'clock in the morning, she woke up, but when she woke up, Lian Yan was already standing by the window, with the violin resting on his collarbone.

The breeze is gentle and the sun is warm, not at all like being in a horror world.

Xinxin looked at his back. Last night, this person did not blame himself. Instead, he gave up the hospital bed and went to sleep on the sofa by himself.

After hearing Xinxin's movement, Lian Yan turned his head slightly and glanced at her.

Xinxin avoids his gaze, she always feels that the one who should feel sorry is herself.

"Did I wake you up?"

Lianyan asked.

Xinxin immediately shook her head, how could he wake her up?

It's just that it's impossible for her to sleep soundly in this environment, and it's just that she feels uneasy in her heart.

"Then, do you mind if I play a tune?"

The morning light slanted on him, as if attracted by him.

"of course not."

Xinxin said.

Lian Yan seemed a little surprised that Xin Xin answered so quickly, looked at her for a while, and smiled, "Well, thank you."

Then he closed his eyes slightly, the breeze blew his broken hair, the bow moved, and the melody appeared... slowly flowing into the morning light.

Is he crazy?
Xinxin looked at him blankly, he looked too sober, and he was also a violinist, Lian Yan's inner energy was much, much stronger than ordinary people.

Such a person...will have mental problems?
While listening to his violin, Xinxin looked at the medical record again.

It's clearly written on it, necrophilia...

This man named Lian Yan is a corpse lover.

Xinxin is very aware of the dangers of this game, and even more of the dangers of Lian Yan, so she should not get too close to him, let alone become curious about him, but... Dangerous things are always more charming.

She convinced herself from the bottom of her heart that this was to explore the story behind Ping An Hospital more quickly and help find the real way out.

But Xinxin herself is very clear about her real thoughts...she just wants to understand him.

Lian Yan has an aura that Xinxin is familiar with but resists.

She was very puzzled, she wanted to find the source of this breath.

Lian Yan, who played the violin in the morning light, was full of energy, and the hospital clothes on his body couldn't hide his sharpness. He was flamboyant and elegant, soothing and passionate, and the notes danced between his fingers, so that people couldn't tell them apart. The sunshine embellished him, or he embellished the sunshine.

Xinxin looked at the words on the medical record, but there was no reason for his illness, which made her feel like a cat's claw scratching her heart, full of curiosity.

At this time... the sound of the violin stopped suddenly. Even if Xinxin couldn't understand the rhythm, she could feel that the stop at this time was an "abrupt stop" and did not finish playing that part of the movement.

Lian Yan gently put down the violin and looked at the trumpet in the upper right corner of the ward.

Xinxin followed his gaze, and the next moment, a voice came out of the loudspeaker: "Nursers in each ward, come to the main building immediately to get the medicine, and let the patients take it before eight o'clock."

Is it the voice of Head Nurse Liu?

People in other wards also heard this voice.

"go quickly."

Lian Yan said.

Xinxin nodded, knowing that this matter could not be delayed, she immediately took the medical record and left the ward.

However, she did not lock the door.

This is on purpose.

Lian Yan... an existence that made her unable to distinguish between a human and a ghost. Even if he was a ghost, it seemed unusual.

This made Xinxin really want to try, what exactly he wanted to do.

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Leaving the ward, the road to the main building is a large concrete floor. They didn't really see clearly until dawn. The walls around the hospital were not very tall.

However... there was nothing outside.

Obviously there is sky above, white clouds, sunshine, even breeze, water vapor, and the smell of soil... But when the eyes look outside the wall, there is only a cloudy white.

It is like a fragment cut out from a movie, losing its cause and effect, but retaining the original elements to unfold independently.

Ping An Hospital is indeed an independent strange world.

It only exists in this area, it is extremely weird, but it does exist.

Downstairs, several people met.

However... Li Daiping and Chen Zhiyuan were gone, and Wen Liangsheng's face was also extremely grim, and he kept coughing non-stop.

Are those two dead?

Qin Manjiang looked at everyone, and now there were only him, Jian Cunxin, Wen Liangsheng, and Xinxin left.

The mood was a bit complicated, the game lasted for seven days, and just one night later, two people died, among them was even Chen Zhiyuan, an old player with ten seats.

A cloud of despair slowly enveloped the crowd.

Xin Xin glanced at Wen Liangsheng and asked, "Are you okay? Why are you coughing so badly?"

Wen Liangsheng waved his hand and coughed: "Ahem...it's okay...maybe...I caught a cold last night...cough cough cough cough..."

He coughed so badly that Qin Manjiang and Jian Cunxin couldn't help looking at him.

It's not like just getting a cold.

"By the way, do you have all your medical records with you?" Qin Manjiang asked suddenly.

Xinxin and Jian Cunxin nodded, but Wen Liangsheng looked at Qin Manjiang strangely: "Do I have to bring a medical record to get medicine?"

"That's not true. I just think that the status of those patients is related to the medical records. This thing cannot be given to them, otherwise they may acquire those strange abilities related to mental illness."

Speaking of this, Qin Manjiang looked at the No. [-] ward and the No. [-] ward: "I suspect that the two of them failed to come, maybe because the medical records fell into the hands of the patients."

"Impossible." Wen Liangsheng said firmly.

"Ah?" Qin Manjiang looked at him unexpectedly, "Could it be that you have already handed over the medical records?"

Wen Liangsheng shook his head: "Ahem...not all...the medical record is indeed no longer with me, but nothing happened to me."

As soon as this remark came out, Qin Manjiang, Xinxin, and Jian Cunxin immediately distanced themselves and looked at him warily.

"Are you all right?" Qin Manjiang glanced at his pale face, "I think your lungs are almost coughing up!"

(End of this chapter)