Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

It covers a large area and has a swimming pool and courtyard, as well as a large garage that can accommodate several cars at the same time. Although the facilities are a bit old, they are complete.

If what happened seventy years ago had not happened, the price of this house would have been several times more expensive than it is now. With a little renovation, it could have been used as a residential house near a tourist attraction and opened to the public at a price slightly lower than a hotel per night. It should have made a lot of money during the peak tourist season.

The recently developed large-scale ruins have attracted a large number of tourists. If the town of Mannheim were more friendly to outsiders, it would not be so poor and dilapidated.

this is a good idea.

Feng Qingyu first wrote down the project of developing a resort hotel in a notebook, and then thought about it slowly when he had time in the evening.

Since the rental contract has not been drafted, it is not convenient to check in tonight and can only be postponed to the next afternoon.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines in through the slightly convex glass windows that arch outward from above. The dim light spreads on the dark red wooden floor. The dust appears as fine granules in the sunlight, and the rusty metal window frames glow dark red.

The eerie mansion was enveloped in warm light, and seemed to have a bit more warmth, not as eerie as it had been when it was first viewed.

In the courtyard, a locust tree that can be hugged by three people is bathed in the sunset. Its old bark is dry and mottled. On one of its branches, which is as thick as a beam, you can vaguely see a hanging iron chain.

The ends of the chain swayed in the wind, and the wooden planks underneath had long disappeared.

That thing should be a swing for children to play.

A simple slide made of metal and plastic was abandoned in the corner, rotten to the point that only an empty frame remained, making it difficult to tell what it looked like in the past.

The setting sun is as red as blood, quietly accompanying the mansion that no longer has any grandeur, listening to it silently telling the past events that have been buried for many years.

The administrator stood by the window, leaning against the wooden window frame, like a beauty walking out of a classical Victorian oil painting.

It is a kind of cold beauty that is not tainted by the filth of the world and is incompatible with this era.

Before she knew it, Feng Qingyu was stunned. The administrator ignored her gaze and pulled the dark grey blackout curtains, not interested in appreciating the beautiful evening view.

"If you have no objection, please go back. I need to rest. I will find time to draft the rental contract tonight. Come and sign it when you are free tomorrow. We will discuss the rest later."

The owner of the house ordered her to leave, so Feng Qingyu couldn't stay any longer. She had to get away while the current owner, the administrator, hadn't thought about the "mental damage compensation for burglary".

"Goodbye."

She said goodbye to the administrator's back and walked out.

The temperature outside is lower than that inside, and the cool breeze blows away the accumulated heat inside. It is completely different inside and outside. If you really want to rent a house, you may have to ask about the refrigeration equipment.

It is a fact that people these days cannot live without air conditioning.

The target of the investigation has temporarily shifted from the house where the wizard Leitania lived to the Mannheim General Hospital. Since it's on the way and there are no other plans for the time being, why not go there and find out what's going on.

The car's navigation system was the latest version, storing all the maps of Victoria in recent years, including the desolate hospital.

Although it is not a particularly conspicuous landmark, it is easy to get lost if you walk there, but if you follow the navigation, there is no chance of getting lost.

It’s just that the process is rather troublesome. We have to drive around on a road without street lights. There are no buildings or shops around, and the only source of light is our own car lights.

The dark suburban highway, with weeds and lush woodland on both sides, was completely devoid of human habitation. Was the hospital located in a remote area intended to be a haunted house theme park?

It has to be said that opening a horror theme park may be more profitable than opening a hospital. There are always some brave tourists who want to challenge their limits. There is no need for large-scale renovation and transformation. Just use the hospital as a place for the game of courage, make some appropriate additions, increase the horror atmosphere, turn the desolate hospital into a dilapidated hospital, hire some professional NPCs, and then just sit back and wait to make money.

"In fact, I have a good business sense. It's just a matter of time before I can revive my family business."

Feng Qingyu is very confident in himself. Without confidence, he can't change anything, so he can only pretend to be confident.

A few kilometers away from her destination, she lit a cheap Victoria cigarette, opened the car window, and let the smell of smoke dissipate with the night breeze.

The lit cigarette butt flickered, and the orange light danced restlessly.

Her car was the only one on the entire road, and the street lights were useless, obviously having been broken for a long time and no one had repaired them. The rusty lamp poles stood there like wounded soldiers left behind by their comrades to die on the battlefield.

This metaphor is not wrong. They have completed their battles and burned everything, so they are naturally abandoned.

The night was dark, like a dark blue curtain soaked in a vat of ink, without a single ray of light. The moon was hidden behind the dark clouds, and seemed to be disturbed by the uneasy atmosphere.

She was in a state of extreme tension. She took a deep puff of cigarette and then exhaled, with a low "puff" sound coming from her mouth.

There is a big red dot on the screen of the navigation system, indicating the destination. When it is less than one kilometer away from the destination, the red dot will flash at a faster frequency to remind the driver to pay attention and not to take a detour due to a brief distraction.

The hospital is located a few hundred meters ahead at the end of the path that forks left from the main road.

The narrow lane, passing through the bushes, was hit by the smell of damp plants and soil. An unknown insect was about to rush into the car, but it hit the car window with a "bang" and was blocked outside.

Fortunately, I moved quickly enough, otherwise it would be troublesome if I was stung, Feng Qingyu thought.

She put out the cigarette in the ashtray, stepped on the accelerator and ran towards the hospital.

The three-dimensional sign of Mannheim General Hospital is incomplete, with several letters broken off and only a small part still hanging on the frame.

The hospital is not large, with the main building being only the size of an ordinary primary school teaching building. In its heyday, it had hundreds of doctors and nurses, but now it looks half-dead, with only an empty shell left, and only a handful of people coming to see the doctors.

It is still in operation because there are still people in need in the surrounding villages, towns and factories. If it is completely closed, those people will have to go to hospitals in the city to get treatment, and they may miss the best time for treatment.

It is said to be operating, but in fact it is just struggling to survive.

After parking the car in front of the main building, Feng Qingyu picked up his backpack, put on his weapon, pushed open the dirty glass door in front of him through a tissue, and walked into the building.

A cold, damp wind blew through the corridor and hit her body, making her feel uneasy. The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and the damp and moldy smell left by long-term lack of cleaning.

28. Night Visit

The pungent smell of mold penetrated into her nostrils, and Feng Qingyu's throat felt a little sore. She sniffed a few times and couldn't help but light another cigarette, trying to use the aroma of tobacco to dispel the damp smell.

Gray-blue smoke rose up, diluting the slight odor.

The dim corridor lights flickered, and the outside of the lamp tubes were covered with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs, forming a gray film that blocked the light. No one had cleaned it for a long time.

Looking closely, there were a few dead flies and moths stuck in the corners.

Those bugs were a bit disgusting, and Feng Qingyu didn't want to keep staring at them, so he held a cigarette in his mouth and looked for someone on the first floor. There were only a few photos of doctors on the notice board of active doctors, and they looked quite old, with an average age of over 60.

The nurses were not on the notice board, so I didn't know how many there were, but I heard that there were not too many.

This shabby hospital is built in the wilderness, with no village or shop nearby. Its only advantage is that it charges cheaper than large hospitals in the city and is more authoritative than private clinics. Some people still often come to Mannheim and surrounding villages and towns.

But, are these seemingly terrible sanitary conditions really okay?

Feng Qingyu no longer wanted to complain.

There was standing water in the front hallway from the damaged walls and roof.

The previous rainwater invaded through the gaps, and although it did not flood the floor of the corridor, looking forward, there were several places reflecting the incandescent light from the ceiling. The floor of the hospital was not paved with tiles, and there were only shallow pits of water.

She walked around the puddle and checked each department. Without exception, all the lights were off and the doors were locked. No one was on duty. Normal hospitals would arrange night shift nurses on each floor to patrol the wards, but of course there were none here because the inpatient department had been abandoned long ago.

If a patient lives in a hospital that is like a haunted house, it will not only be detrimental to his recovery, but may also be frightened into developing other diseases, such as heart disease.

The further you go in, the stronger the smell of dampness and mold becomes. There are also black stains and moss on the walls. The moss gives off a unique fishy smell of moss plants, which becomes even more unpleasant.

“This environment is real…”

I should have bought some masks earlier, at least they could block some odors.

The hospital was close to being a ruin. Damaged and discarded medical equipment and broken pieces of tables and chairs were piled in the corners. Covered with layer upon layer of dust, the metal parts were severely rusted, and there was almost no silver left, only reddish-brown rust.

The wall paint peeled off, revealing the layers of light red bricks and powdered cement underneath. You can pick off a large piece with just a touch.

There might be bugs hiding in the soft walls. Feng Qingyu hated those things the most and chose to stay away from them. She searched the first floor and found no one there. She found the stairs leading to the second floor and climbed up.

The most common stairs are cement stairs, the sanitary conditions are worrying, the corridors are narrower than hallways, the odor is stronger, garbage is thrown everywhere, disposable lunch boxes, paper cups, and empty beverage bottles can be seen everywhere.

She kicked away some of the rubbish that was blocking her way, cleared a path that wouldn't get her dirty, and went up to the second floor, holding her nose.

"Woo-"

"Woo-"

From the ends of the corridors on both sides came the sound of shrill wind, as if someone was squatting by the window, howling tirelessly and making one's teeth ache. The strong wind made the windows crackle, and the few remaining pieces of glass and the loose window frames collided back and forth, and there was no telling when they would shatter.

There was a lit spot in the middle, with a few rays of light leaking out from the half-covered door. Although it was not particularly bright, it was precious in the hospital where it was so dim that you could hardly see your hand in front of you.

There must be someone there.

As I approached the door with the light, I immediately caught some indescribable sounds, probably coming from two young women.

The content expressed by the indescribable sound is full of desire, and the uncontrollable emotions are vented wantonly, which makes people think of words such as entanglement, inseparable and moist.

Sure enough, there were two young women doing something without clothes inside. Roughly judging by the situation, they were a Pero and a Wolper.

The gap in the door was wide, and the two people had no intention of hiding anything, probably because they believed that no one would come to the hospital tonight. In such a weird atmosphere in the hospital, they could still create sparks. I have to admire the courage and high spirits of the people inside.

Since they are about to make love, it would be inappropriate to stay here and disturb them. We should try our luck on other floors. Maybe we can find another doctor or nurse.

Be bold, there is a pair of female ghosts having fun over there.

Not long ago, Rhodes Island's monthly team was exploring an abandoned castle of a Gallic noble, and a large number of operators claimed that they saw ghosts and were being chased by them.

She automatically skipped the lighted room and went to the third floor.

The condition on the third floor is slightly better than that on the first and second floors. There is not so much garbage piled on the ground, and the sanitary conditions barely meet the passing score. The reason for losing points is still the lingering musty smell.

When I walked to the middle, I saw a metal plate with the words "Dean's Office" on the door of one of the rooms. It was severely rusted and the words on it could barely be recognized. There was only one nail left fixing the metal plate, causing the whole plate to be crooked. It almost drove me crazy with my obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Feng Qingyu thought about it and decided not to care about it.

There was no light on in the office, so there must be no one there.

"Another failure."

She was a little disappointed. The fourth floor was the top floor, and there should be no one up there. There was no light at all, and it was so dark that it was frightening.

As a last resort, I had to return to the second floor to interrupt the nurse who was suspected to be a ghost. If it was a ghost, then I would run as fast as I could. There was nothing to say. Saving my life was always the top priority.

"Tat-tat--"

"Tat-tat--"

The sound of objects hitting the concrete floor came from far away, followed by rustling sounds and the friction of fabric.

Someone was approaching her from the other side.

The circular light shone on Feng Qingyu's face. She squinted her eyes, moved her hand to her waist, and held the hilt of the sword, ready to deal with emergencies at any time. From the shadows came an old and hoarse voice, like a stone being polished on sandpaper, which sounded very uncomfortable.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"..."

Feng Qingyu turned his head to avoid the glaring light and found that the light came from a flashlight.

The visitor was a Carter doctor wearing a white medical coat, with gray hair and beard. The amount of hair on his head was the envy of some middle-aged people with severe hair loss.

The doctor held a flashlight in his right hand and leaned on an old and worn wooden cane with his left hand. His body was trembling slightly and his legs and feet had some difficulty moving. He must be very old.

"I...want to find out something."

Hearing this, the old doctor narrowed his cloudy grey eyes and looked her up and down several times with a suspicious look.

"Let me guess. You want to know what happened in Manheim seventy years ago."

"Yes, those things."

Feng Qingyu admitted it generously.

"I need to know what happened during that time. All the information in the town library is missing, but there is a mention that this hospital is still in operation. I thought I'd try my luck. Excuse me, what do you know?"

29. Mean but effective

"Young man, you're really direct. You start asking about the town's taboos right away. If it were another doctor, they would hit you with their cane, yell at you, and tell you to get out right away."

"I believe you completely."

Feng Qingyu used honorifics to address Dr. Carters, and her attitude was humble enough, as if she was asking for favors. The doctor gave her the impression that he was much more normal than the weird townspeople in Mannheim. He was a person with whom she could communicate, and at least he would not drive people away without even asking.

Like the old woman from Liberi who hid near the church door and was attacked directly with a cane, the thought of it makes one's blood pressure rise several times.

The old doctor walked in front with a unsteady gait and asked Feng Qingyu to follow him to the office.

The lights in the corridor on the third floor were also dim, barely illuminating the corners at the ends of both sides. To save electricity, the brightness was adjusted to the lowest setting. The dean came to the closed office and took out a bunch of keys from the side pocket of his clean white coat.

Dozens or twenty of them collided together and made a clanging noise, which was particularly noticeable in the empty corridor. It was easy to imagine ghosts in the darkness, looking for survivors room by room, opening each room with interest, peeking inside, revealing hideous faces, and asking, "Are you in there?" Once the hiding person made the slightest noise, he would be discovered by the monster and have his head bitten off or something.

Although it's just wishful thinking, who can guarantee that it won't happen?

Terra is a mysterious world, with legends of gods and monsters everywhere. It is normal to encounter ghosts occasionally, and some powerful wizards can even communicate with them.

Dr. Carters opened the rusty iron door and pressed the light switch. With a slight sound of electricity, the fluorescent tube on the ceiling flickered a few times, and the white light illuminated the office of only a dozen square meters.

The insufficient light source makes the office still shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

The office was no different from an ordinary rural clinic, with a wooden table and a matching wooden chair. The brown paint had fallen off to the point where only a tiny bit was left, and the workmanship was extremely rough. One had to be on guard against the protruding nails that might prick one's buttocks and thighs at any time.