The Psychic Resurrection: Riding the Mirage

The ghost slave in a suit quickly moved in front of Hu Jiu, raised his hand and pounced on Hu Jiu like a zombie.

Unfortunately, when he was half a meter away from Hu Jiu, he suddenly fell down and stopped moving.

Hu Jiu squatted down and couldn't find any clues on this ghost slave, so he pushed and kicked him to the wall.

At this moment, the sound of the elevator running sounded again, and it seemed that there were other ghost slaves coming.

After the elevator door opened, there was indeed another ghost slave inside, but Hu Jiu did not give him a chance to come out. With a light wave of his hand, the extreme low temperature spread in the elevator car, and the frost quickly filled it, leaving no gaps.

The old elevator suddenly made a creaking sound, as if it might fall at any time, and there was no sound in a moment, as if it was completely scrapped.

After solving the elevator, Hu Jiu walked to the end of the corridor on the fourth floor.

What's more strange is that the entire fourth floor is very clean and tidy, as if someone cleans and uses it every day, the floor is shiny, and you can reflect a person's face.

However, the entire corridor was empty, and the doors of every room were closed. There was no one except Hu Jiu.

Only the room at the end of the corridor had its door open, ajar, revealing a hint of orange light.

Hu Jiu walked forward carefully. The nurse station on the fourth floor was brand new, but there was no sign of human life.

All the wards he passed by were also empty, but when he passed one of them, Hu Jiu suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.

When he turned around and looked carefully, he found that there was nothing in the room, only a bed standing alone inside.

Hu Jiu pushed open the door of this ward, and a piece of stained paper was hidden under the pillow of the bed.

The paper was yellowed, and it seemed to be a bit old, with many words written on it in sloppy handwriting.

Hu Jiu pulled out the paper and barely made out what was written on it——

"This is a miracle!"

"Resurrecting the dead, flesh and bones!"

"Restore the health of patients who have been diagnosed with terminal illnesses, and bring the dying back to the world from hell. This is an irresistible temptation for most doctors."

"Before I met him, I sneered at all the supernatural things. Until that day, I saw him save an old cadre who was about to die, and I suddenly realized that it was my own shallowness."

"But why would such a miraculous power be obtained by a despicable person? How unfair God is!"

"Although he is the investor of the hospital, I really cannot agree with his character. I heard that he was just a poor and unemployed vagrant before, but he suddenly became rich. "

"I suspect that his wealth may be related to his magical ability."

"I tried every means to gain his trust and became his confidant in his eyes."

"Gradually, I discovered something strange. He could obviously quickly heal other people's injuries and diseases, but his own condition was getting worse and worse."

"As his confidant, when I examined him, I found that his heartbeat was very slow, with a frequency of only one-fourth of that of a normal person, and his body temperature was also very low, even lower than the ambient temperature in summer."

"His face was always pale and gray, similar to the dead in the morgue, and occasionally you could smell the stench of corpses. Sometimes I felt that he He was just a living dead. "

"Later, his health became worse and worse, and his whole body revealed a kind of horror that made living people uncomfortable. For some reason, he asked to be admitted to the hospital."

"During his hospitalization, he did not receive any treatment, but often did some strange things in the ward, and occasionally contacted young nurses or patients."

"He died. I didn't dare to tell anyone about him because I didn't think he was really dead. His family was madly fighting for the inheritance and didn't notice that his body disappeared after he was sent back to the coffin in the mourning hall."

"Later, many strange things happened in the hospital. Every year, several nurses, doctors, patients, and even cleaners would have accidents. They were either dead or injured. or crazy. All of these people, without exception, had been to his ward before he died. "

"I turned that ward into a utility room, but it didn't work."

"In fact, his last words had stated that after his death, his money would be used to maintain the operation of Qingshan Private Hospital. His family verbally agreed very straightforwardly, but as soon as he died, they denied it, and the whole family stared at the inheritance and came up with all kinds of tricks. "

"The hospital can't operate anymore, I think this is a good thing, he seems to have done something, so there are strange things in the hospital, but unfortunately he didn't expect that everything would be out of control after his death. "

Although the handwriting on the paper is messy, the content is quite complete, and there is a feeling of horror when you think about it carefully.

Based on the description, Hu Jiu can infer that "he" should be the investor who died in Qingshan Private Hospital.

"This investor is most likely a ghost rider, and his ability seems to be 'healing'. The person who recorded all these things may be the dean."

"A healing ghost?"

"No, that's not right! The supernatural is harmful to the living. Even if the living can benefit temporarily, they will eventually be disadvantaged, unless they stop being human!"

"A ghost that can heal injuries will definitely bring unknown hidden dangers, and may pay a very heavy price, just like those dead and crazy medical staff."

"'He' is very strange, why does he still maintain the operation of Qingshan Private Hospital after his death?"

Thinking of this, Hu Jiu unconsciously thought of some evil rituals that required the sacrifice of living people to achieve their goals.

But that was not important. The main purpose of Hu Jiu's mission this time was to catch ghosts and save people. I wonder where the man named Kang Yu is now.

Thinking of this, Hu Jiu walked out of the ward and walked towards the end of the corridor.

The half-closed door seemed to open a little more. Hu Jiu quickened his pace and walked to the door.

The door itself was very ordinary, without any abnormality, and it could be opened with a light push.

It was not a utility room, but a spacious room, in which were placed some medical equipment he did not recognize, and a hospital bed.

The most eye-catching thing was a huge transparent jar in the corner of the wall, which contained a light yellow turbid liquid, like the mud in the pond was stirred up, and a human figure could be vaguely seen soaking in it.

"Corpse? Or a fierce ghost?"

Hu Jiu took a closer look, and the turbid liquid inside seemed to be stimulated, and suddenly trembled and squirmed.

A pale, rotten face suddenly pressed against the inner wall of the transparent container. A pair of eyes full of resentment stared at Hu Jiu, and his mouth opened and closed, making a sound...