Survival Qualification Test

Zhong Xiao almost screamed out loud, and he could hardly hold back. The cry lingered in his throat for a long time, and he became one: "I am fucking!"

Yuan Rong made sufficient psychological preparations, and looked away, he was also stunned.

This room has a length of three operating rooms and a width of nearly five or six meters!

And the most creepy is the environment here.

Under the overly high dome of the hospital, in the misty darkness, a squat sat down about three meters high. She wore a veil above her head and wore a cassock. She held a baby in her left hand, and her right hand seemed to be reaching out to them. She stood in a lotus flower, kind and elegant.

Such a goddess statue, if it is in a real temple, will give people a peaceful and auspicious atmosphere, but in the dark room on the back of the operating room, in the dark and full of cold and damp smell, it only makes people feel strange.

Zhong Xiao couldn't help but stroke his arm and got goose bumps: "Does the doctor know that they have this evil thing behind their operation? This is too..."

Yuan Rong motioned him to boo, whispering: "Don't talk nonsense, we are in the test."

You can not believe in God, but in the test, there is a spirit in any sentence, and the points you inadvertently say may be captured by all creatures and will bite you back.

Zhong Xiao compared a zipper movement on his mouth, and the two investigated separately.

Roughly measured with an eye ruler, there are five cushions lined up one meter in front of the statue of the goddess in order to sit on knees while praying. In front of the statue of the goddess, there is a huge square wooden box made of gold and red lacquer, which has a sense of age. It is about half a person tall and has a circular opening in the middle.

Yuan Rong took a flashlight and shone it lightly. It was empty and seemed to be empty.

He noticed that the right hand extended by the goddess was in line with the opening of the big wooden box.

Does this mean anything?

He walked behind the statue to touch the wall. Sure enough, the wall was thickly painted with gold and red paint, and there was very little flaking, that is, this thing is moisture-proof. Look closely again, this wall...it was densely filled with writing Words!

Yuan Rong quickly whispered Zhong Xiao over quietly, and Zhong Xiao's flashlight was struck in shock.

It's spectacular.

From the bottom of the foot to the highest point of the ceiling, the size is different, and the brush is filled with words on the gold-red paint wall!

It's just that the word is really sloppy, with a strange charm, and the original content can only barely see some names.

"Praying the Wall," Zhong Xiao concluded, "In those days, it would be better to have a spiritual sustenance. Will you say that these words... are related to diseases that patients can't cure?"

Looking in the direction of Zhong Xiao's flashlight light obliquely, about two meters above the ground, the halo of yellow light stopped on a name.

Yuan Rong was surprised: "Meng Changcui? Application for delayed discharge list!"

Zhong Xiao nodded, shook the flashlight again, and stopped to another name. The name was higher, and the words "Zhao Chunxiu" were vaguely recognized. Yuan Rong remembered clearly that she was one of the patients who was admitted to the hospital by drowning in the medical record, persisted for a few days, and rescued the dead.

A name may be a coincidence, but both are written on the wall, there must be something wrong.

"Pray quickly and get better? But why pray in the dark temple of the hospital?" Zhong Xiao laughed to himself, "The conflict between science and theology?"

"Even if you pray, you don't have to pray to the mother-in-law."

Among the lotus feet under the statue of the goddess, there are many lotuses, golden lotus seeds are shining, each one is full and full, clearly showing the meaning.

In the original impression, the famous mother-in-law is the Western Queen and Bixia Yuanjun who is the incarnation of Taishan. These two also bless the rest of the virtues. They are ten-ten-year-old auspicious gods, and they are not compatible with this mysterious goddess enshrined in the dim temple. number.

"This is really a son-in-law?" Zhong Xiao puzzled, and said the biggest doubt, "In what age, you may not be able to live for a few days, but still have children?"

This sentence woke up to the original content.

Such as Daibing Initiation: During the war, it is often the period with the lowest birth rate in the history of each generation. They understand that they are born and have a low survival rate. They simply do not live!

The goddess is enshrined behind the operating room, so cautiously, to... avoid foreign doctors!

Yuan Rong slaps: "I see! They avoid doctors, because they sacrifice themselves to goddesses for some purpose, so they can't be saved: their vitality was sacrificed by themselves! As for the purpose, during the war, you still Remember that rough news, 35 people beat 223 people!"

Zhong Xiao's brain turned quickly, and suddenly realized: "I said, without the help of external forces, this news should be written in great detail to show the style!"

Yuan Rong nodded and said the scene he saw outside: Hundreds of grievances rushed □ The ragged souls of the Japanese army could not linger. Presumably, they only dared to wander outside the hospital, and did not dare to come in for revenge. Sake.

Reminiscent of the grievous eyes of the grievous souls, the original content could not help but tremble: "They must have died so miserably that none of them soared."

Zhong Xiaoting was chilled behind his back, dumbfounded: "We have been following so many ghosts behind me? I rely on..."

Originally looking back with complex expressions, she looked up at the goddess again. She smiled kindly and quietly as before, and was quietly facing the insignificantly small two under the high court.

Zhong Xiao couldn't help but smile bitterly: "A life for a life, is this a lucky **** or an evil god?"

Yuanrong didn't say anything. It may seem irrational to change from one life to another now, but in that era, under those conditions, this is already the greatest gift God and the world can give...

The villagers had no other choice. For the sake of the next generation and the future of the entire village, they chose to sacrifice themselves to the gods, only to exchange the lives of the aggressors.

The doctors were concealed in the drums, but they seemed to finally realize what they had, only to have doubts, exclamations, and frustration in the book.

Eventually, what happened again, they tried to evacuate, but it seemed that they failed.

Yes, thinking of the present, the lingering contradiction in Yuan Rong's heart is the death of the doctors.

"The villagers are not at all ill at all. The doctor left his mother and wife to leave China to help them. They have no reason to harm the doctor."

Zhong Xiao opened his eyes wide: "Wait... wait a minute..."

"What do you want to say?"

"Who built this hospital..."

Yuanrong wondered: "Unlike the villagers, there was no such technology at that time. You mean..."

It could not have been built by three doctors!

If they are built by foreign doctors, they will not build a dark room to worship the goddess in the obvious Chinese mythology system!

This deep thought became more and more wrong.

In anxious thinking, Zhong Xiao shook the flashlight again, trying to find useful information from the empty hall of Liaoyuan, and then the light stopped at the end of the left side.

He shivered and pulled the original face vigorously, withdrawing the latter staggeringly, dissatisfiedly asked in a low voice: "What?

"Look, look over there..."

The faint yellow light crossed the misty darkness and stopped under the left corner.

Skull. Draped in ragged clothes, densely packed with bones against the dense white light, tightly packed in the corner. Roughly counted, there are as many as a hundred people!

Yuan Rong covered his mouth fiercely, not letting out the exclamation. He and Zhong Xiao's shocked eyes alternated for a moment, closed his left eye to see, and confirmed that there were no ghosts three times before crouching into the room to watch.

When I walked in, I found that their postures were similar: their left hands were covering their hearts, and their right hands were extended forward, pressing one on the other, in painful appearance, as if they died at the same time.

Sacrificial villagers? Die here? Yuan Rong felt that something was wrong. Wasn't the doctor trying to rescue them and failed, why did everyone die here? To put it bluntly, the patient died, and the body should be taken away by family members for burial, even if it is a sacrifice, it should not be piled up so casually?

Zhong Xiao squatted down and let Yuan Rong whisper together to see: The left hand covering his heart was clutching something tightly.

A little woodcarving.

Thumb-sized, rough and kindly goddess holding baby smiling. The wood carving has been infiltrated with blood for many years, dyed to a rich rot black, shining under the flashlight, reflecting the blood of the demon.

Yuan Rong didn't dare to touch it, looked at it for a while, and stood up: "Do you remember that there is one in each clinic? Perhaps, the doctors also touched this wood carving before they died."

"I'm afraid it is," Zhong Xiao nodded. "However, look at this in his hand, the hole under the wood carving is blocked by blood, as if it has been poured into a solid, it has not rotted for so many years. The clinic is empty, maybe Blood injection is a condition of sacrifice. If the doctors are not satisfied, the sacrifice is not successful. The doctors may not die because of it..."

"I won't change me," Yuan Rong smiled bitterly, "Who wants to sacrifice is a good life, and I can't use this last trick anymore. In short, even if it's not a sacrifice, they haven't managed to escape this ghost place. ."

The death of the doctors is still strange, but they are not evil, and the cause of death should not be important. The two men turned this page and continued to investigate.

In the middle of the big wooden box, Zhong Xiaoyi was brave and touched hard. He touched several wooden sculptures lying on the ground floor. They were exactly the same as those in the villagers' hands and in the clinic. They were not stained with blood and should be useless. Yuanrong thought about it, and took a few into the storage space, in case it is useful.

The two began to think about how the mission of the square camp might be completed.

"Will the reason why people frequently disappear on abandoned roads is related to the goddess?"

"The villagers sacrificed their lives to the goddess in exchange for the death of the Japanese army. Is there an enemy who sacrificed himself in exchange for the death of the missing person?"

Yuan Rong shook his head: "Then it was not missing, but the bodies of the two were found."

Zhong Xiao suddenly thought of a bold idea: "Hey, you said, can I make a wish to kill someone, can I make a wish to save someone, or extend my life? You see, this is a son-in-law, can pray for a newborn, and can also pray for revenge , In theory, okay? It’s not all life for life."

"Don't go far, sacrifice your life to prolong your life? Don't you feel contradictory."

Zhong Xiao shook his finger proudly: "Child, you are too naive, why should I sacrifice myself, can I sacrifice others to extend my life?"

The original could not bear to laugh out loud: "Old thief, you are still awesome."

The two men felt more relieved and felt that they would stay here for the weird and we couldn't find any more clues. They decided to go up and investigate other places.

What they didn't see was that when they turned around, the goddess behind her suddenly moved, as if she was tired of holding the child in her left hand, and gently changed the child to the right hand, and in the next second, they came back.