It's okay not to mention it. Once it is mentioned, humans will think of that ridiculously simple and casual communication.

The message sent by Bai Su can be divided into three parts.

The first part tells you, "I encountered a supernatural being here, it came out of a radio story." The second part tells you, "The supernatural came out and ran away, no one was injured." The third part summarizes, "I'll report it to you."

, the radio station is channel xxx, please turn off your mobile phone if it runs out of battery.

I didn't give anyone a chance to respond at all. After that, no matter whether I sent a message or called him, there was no response.

When Bai Su asked, the black-haired young man took out his phone and long pressed the power button.

The battery displayed on the screen of the mobile phone is full, and its owner explained: "Just charged."

Police officer Xia didn't believe it, but he didn't bother to worry about it: "There's nothing wrong with that radio station, but the problem is with that manuscript."

The special department will investigate when there is a situation. They sent people to the radio station building late at night, but found nothing except a few employees working at night.

I did a routine check and took away the problematic manuscript.

There was a thick stack of manuscripts, and I didn’t know which host belonged to them. He said he found them on the table when work started and thought they were prepared for him.

He just kept reading, and he didn't know something strange had happened until the police came to his door.

Bai Su's eyes lit up: "That manuscript——"

Xia Chengyin interrupted: "Take it away, let's get back to the topic."

Tuochuan Company was handed over to the department next door a while ago, so the person who came to invite Bai Su was unfamiliar to him. Xia Chengyin, the cult guy, didn't ask, so he pointed to the hospital.

"What's the other one on the cart?"

"He is the employee who fell ill in Tuochuan."

"?" The short-haired police officer squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, "So you didn't pinch that person casually?"

Now Bai Su thinks there is something wrong with human beings.

Since monsters entered human society, they have paid great attention to the traces they leave behind, not only their own but also those of other humans.

What if one day he is so hungry that he wipes the neck of a human being? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if he is the only one suspected in the surveillance?

What's the word... being unable to argue?

"Where's the surveillance?" Bai Su asked, "Didn't you find out when the employee was taken down?"

"Good question." Xia Chengyin clapped his hands, "Unfortunately, except for the surveillance in the company's office area, everything else in the front and back of the building was broken. We reported for repairs but the workers haven't gone yet."

Bai Su: "...?"

The coincidence was a bit too much, it was simply prepared for the unexpected.

Thinking of a certain sentence again, Bai Su's hand quickly reached behind him and took apart the square-shaped object fixed on the back of his back.

After taking it out, he patted it with his hands as if dusting it, but in fact he was recycling the white wadding used for adhesion.

Then Bai Su opened the palm-sized book and showed it to the human. The handwriting that was even more youthful than that of a primary school student was displayed in front of the human.

Although there is always a joke among humans that serious people keep diaries, it is undeniable that diaries can record something.

Xia Chengyin took a closer look: "What is this?"

Bai Su turned two more pages: "I met the other member of the cult duo who escaped before at the auto repair shop——"

"Wait a minute...forget it, just say it."

The short-haired police officer's expression changed twice in a row, from having something to say to being hesitant and finally giving up.

Monsters don’t understand what humans have given up. Maybe they have given up thinking.

"Another cult member is recuperating over there. I saw him after I entered the auto repair shop." Bai Su felt that it was very troublesome to tell his whole experience, so he simplified it a bit, "That's it... ding-dong-

Bang - I knocked him down and picked up this book from him."

Xia Chengyin always felt that Bai Su had omitted something very important, but felt that his asking was in vain: "Then what?"

Then Bai Su flipped the diary to a certain page.

There were not many daily records and emotions on that page, but only one line written - What happened in the branch that day was not an accident.

Human eyes suddenly shrank when they glanced at this sentence, and Xia Chengyin stepped forward and snatched the diary.

Bai Su let go and followed the human's movements. He had already read this diary in the underground operating room when the special department team arrived. In addition to writing this line, it also recorded daily recovery conditions and observations of Tuochuan employees.

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Generally speaking, it's somewhere between evidence of a cult and doppelgangers, it just depends on which one is more needed.

But then again, if it wasn’t an accident, who was it targeted at?

Another ambulance approached under the brightly lit porch of the hospital. Bai Su stepped aside and let the medical staff and family members in the car get out of the car. The group hurriedly ran into the hospital.

Bai Su watched the humans go away. He stood at the door of the hospital building that was quiet again, with a red and white halo slowly flowing in front of his eyes.

He felt that he was the one being targeted.

Right from the beginning.

……

The hospital is also busy at night, and most of the busy people are medical staff.

In this hospital in the city center, there are more people in special departments than busy people.

Since there are more people working, some rooms have been allocated for people to rest. If the conditions are not very good, they can just put together a simple bed, add a blanket and pillow, and sleep in an air-conditioned room.

Of course, there are also those who can't sleep, so the staff will find a place where they can smoke for a few puffs, or chat with their companions.

If you are a hospitalized patient, it depends on which building you are in.

Ordinary patients can move around as long as they don't go too far and don't cross the boundary, but for patients who are being watched...

"Alas." An Xiangwen sighed quietly.

The curly-haired young man made a face in the bathroom mirror, and his movements were perfectly reproduced in the mirror, without any delay.

Very good, it seems that the rumor that the toilet in the hospital ward was haunted late at night is false. It is probably because someone was asleep and was not clear-headed and saw it wrong.

The curly-haired young man who got up at night to go to the toilet and was asked by a patient in the ward to look in front of the mirror yawned and returned the same way. After returning to the ward, he gave a no problem gesture to the patient who secretly poked his head out from under the quilt.

The reporter immediately breathed a sigh of relief, lay back on the bed and continued to sleep with the quilt covering his head.

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An Xiangwen: Being treated as a tool... forget it.

The curly-haired young man sat back on the hospital bed but did not return to sleep immediately. Instead, he picked up the charged mobile phone beside him and started scrolling boredly.

Boring...it's really boring.

Even if he loses his job now, he won't have to bear the cost of hospitalization. People at the hospital are even willing to help him bring his game console from home, but it's still too depressing to be hospitalized all the time!

It remains to be seen what the hospital said about their condition and that they need to stay for a while. This stay will be almost a month.

Seeing patients being discharged from the hospital one after another, only a few people are still living here.

The messages on my phone were quickly exhausted, and at this time, there seemed to be no one to chat with.

An Xiangwen, who was sleeping in the hospital, hung his head, opened one chat box after another, and poked all his friends...

"Sure enough, three o'clock in the morning or something is still too——"

The curly-haired young man's eyes suddenly paused and his fingers stopped.

Just now, he was skating too smoothly, and a series of friends harassed him. He also clicked on the chat box of a man named Bai, and posted the special effect of shaking the window.

An Xiangwen: Ah this.

The curly-haired young man was silent for a few seconds, and just as he was about to quickly type an explanation, he locked the screen of his phone and continued to sleep, leaving all the follow-up to himself when he woke up... Huh?

An Xiangwen looked at a question mark in the chat box.

The curly-haired young man looked at the time displayed on his phone.

That’s right, it’s 3:12 in the morning, aren’t normal people sleeping?

An Xiangwen felt that he knew Bai Su quite well. He knew everything about his breathing, not to mention his breathing, but at least some of his daily habits could be guessed based on what he knew and what he had gathered from his fan base.

As long as Baisu doesn't have any hidden secrets.

An Xiangwen hasn't broadcast a single live broadcast in the past few days. He remembers that in the morning, his brother Bai said that he had something to do in the afternoon and would not broadcast it for two days...?

Before the curly-haired young man could think of anything, other messages popped up in the chat box.

——'You didn't sleep?'

——'Looking at the location, are you still in the hospital?'

An Xiangwen reviewed his circle of friends and found that the patient meals were exposed at regular times every day.

He didn't pretend not to be there and went to sleep again. He just looked docile and typed slowly. He didn't sleep at all and was still in the hospital.

After sending this message, there was nothing more on the other end.

The curly-haired young man sat on the bed anxiously for a while, and finally decided to put a coat on himself.
To be continued...