Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 15 "White Monster"

"He's always been like this?"

"Yes, that's how it was brought back from the scene. No matter what stimulus the outside world gave, he didn't respond."

Several people walked into the ward, but the entry of outsiders did not attract the attention of the people on the bed.

He still sat there in a daze, his eyes were full of spirits, staring at the void, without saying a word.

The doctor approached and gave a demonstration.

He picked up a trumpet-like prop and squeezed it twice. Without warning, the harsh sound made others frown.

But the young man on the hospital bed still had the same expression, motionless.

The doctor then walked to the bed, took out a medical flashlight from his pocket, and aimed at the young man's pupils to illuminate them. Apart from the physiological constriction of the pupils, the young man had no other reaction.

After that, the doctor put away the flashlight and spread his hands: "This is almost the case. We have done a physical examination and there is no problem with his body."

The young people were at their mercy, and the hospital went through all the tests they could think of, and everything was normal physically.

It is similar to a vegetable, but more troublesome than a vegetable.

Because the nerves of young people will not enter the sleep state, once the time reaches the critical point, external force is needed to assist him to fall asleep.

The man with a square face frowned: "Then do you have any speculation?"

The doctor nodded, but hesitantly said, "Yes, yes...we presume it's the brain."

"The brain is the most sophisticated and complex organ of human beings, and the existing instruments at this stage are not enough for us to determine what is wrong."

The doctor said, sighed, and took out the report written by the previous examination.

The above is densely packed with data, which is incomprehensible to laymen. The man with a Chinese face took it and rolled his eyes, and directly flipped to the end to see the conclusion.

"Have you sought other ways?" the man asked again.

"Yes." The doctor pointed downstairs, "Ward 407 on the fourth floor, we have invited foreign aid."

"The consciousness that tried to connect with this one, tried to see what he saw, and..."

You don't need to say what you said later. If you have already lived on the fourth floor, you have suffered mental damage.

"He only connected for a second, and saw a vast expanse of whiteness."

Afterwards, the foreign aid yelled and ran out. It took a little effort for the hospital to subdue him and send him to the hospital for treatment.

Now the person is still lying downstairs, and after waking up for a short while, he confessed that his eyes were completely blank.

He just glanced at it, almost lost in it.

"As for the location of the accident... it's still on the platform of the ghost subway."

But this is very strange, whether it is a ghost subway or a weird passenger, it is not enough to cause a person's spirit to collapse.

"What did the people who found him say?"

"The team member said that they were in the final stage of the ghost subway incident, and they were cleaning up the scene and preparing to leave."

"The two of them were standing very close to each other, but when he heard the sound of falling to the ground to find someone, he found that his companion was already far away from him."

"After that, the team checked the scene again and found nothing unusual."

The man with the square face thought for a while, and felt that there should be a third "spirit" at the scene.

This "supernatural" level is too high to be detected by instruments.

Just one glance can make people's sanity fall apart, and it is very threatening.

"Let's tentatively set the A+ level, code-named 'White Monster'."

……

"Ah!"

Baisu sneezed, lost all the things he was looking for in his hand, and spilled them all on the floor.

I always feel that someone is talking bad about him, but the human body is really inconvenient.

If it was him in the past, he would definitely be able to catch all these falling papers, instead of just picking up two with one left and one right hand like now.

He gathered up the paper that fell out of the rental contract and put it back.

He waited for a long time before and didn't see the poster posting a new post, but Wang Muying didn't remember her business of looking for Baisu today until she finished complaining.

The lease period of the house that Baisu rented is about to expire, and the contract has to be renewed.

But the landlord, Grandma Wang, was getting old and couldn't remember where she put the contract, so Wang Muying came to ask if she could find the previous one from Baisu.

So Baisu began to rummage in the room.

The original humans put things casually, after Baisu took over, he collected all the messy things outside, and now he started to look for them one by one.

Various ID documents, bank cards and some small items, and finally found the contract in a folder.

They also found some notes and so on, Baisu flipped through them casually, one was a diary, and the rest recorded some numbers and English.

Thinking about who would be a decent person to keep a diary, Bai Su put the diary aside.

She took a few photos of the contract with her mobile phone, and Wang Muying replied with an OK emoji after receiving the news, saying that she would come back after preparing the contract.

Yingluo: When is it more convenient for Xiaobai?

Baisu: Ask before you come, or tell me in the mailbox downstairs.

Tassel: okkkk.

After finding the things, Baisu was ready to put back the original human things.

He stacked all the items and picked them up, but the items were of different sizes, and two more items fell from the unpressed gap.

The back of the notebook hit the ground and spread out to both sides, and another card book was pressed up, just hitting a page at the corner.

What does it seem to have written?
Baisu narrowed her eyes and bent down to pick it up.

He opened the page that was folded up at the corner.

—“My mother died.”

Scrawled on it, and the same sentence repeated many times.

Baisu watched it intently for a while.

Speaking of which, there is something strange about primitive humans.

He didn't find any proto-human memories of family members.

It can't be said that there is no one, but it is very light, as if it has been deliberately forgotten.

It is also the first time for Baisu to devour a human being to replace a human identity. He is not proficient in business, so he doesn't know if there is a problem with his own operation.

Anyway, he only knew that the original human parents died early.

Other relatives also had very little contact with each other, and they might avoid it a little bit.

Baisu didn't recall any meaningful memories, so he gave up.

He turned over the repetitive words throughout the article, wanting to take a second glance before putting it away, not wanting to see the bright red graffiti later.

The blood-colored lines outline arcs one after another, and the arcs connect one after another, forming a filthy pattern.

Graffiti covered the upper half of the paper, and trembling lines were written on the lower half, leaving large blobs of ink unfinished.

Baisu knew at a glance that this was an unfinished spell.

Because it is a semi-finished product, it has no effect, but the smell emanating from it disgusts Baisu.

too disgusting.

Covering the pattern in disgust, it wasn't enough to just cover it, he tightened his hands, and tore off the paper as soon as it wrinkled, and kneaded it into a ball again.

The trash can is the final destination of this ball of waste paper.

Baisu didn't think that there was such an item in this human's house at all, and when he thought of the disgusting smell, he couldn't sit still.

Damn, has he been living with this thing for so long?
The original human's memory is missing, so Baisu can only act on his own.

It was too slow to confirm things one by one, and in the next second, a white mist as thin as a cicada's wings gently brushed across the entire room.

At the same time, the value of the monitoring equipment somewhere in the city suddenly soared, and the employee on duty staring at the screen fell from his chair in fright.

Fa, what happened?
(End of this chapter)