Originally, the reason why Ren Yi invited Yu Xing was that some things needed to be done separately.
Now that there are so many people, he can assign tasks more calmly, and the fault tolerance rate has been greatly improved.
"How many people are needed in the intensive care unit?" Zhao Mou asked.
"No need to be too many, as long as someone meets the two conditions." Ren Yi led the way and walked to the dean's office first.
There is a rusty, broken clock on the wall every once in a while, but barely able to display time. Ren Yi calculated the time prompted by these clocks. Now the dean is not in the office and should be passing through Corridor No. 4 and running towards the intensive care unit.
"What conditions?" Shafuli raised her eyebrows.
"1. Be good at seizing the opportunity. You must save people when the dean is dying. If the dean is late, he will die. If the diary is too early, he will not appear." Ren Yi held the paper he had written the guide, and the corridor kept retreating. Now they are located and the ghostly corridor No. 4 are exactly symmetrical with the hospital center as the axis.
The sounds over there could not be heard, everything was silent and weird, and the night outside the window became deeper, as if it was covered by an upside-down teacup.
"Second, the frontal combat power is enough to deal with ghosts. Although the haunted house has no fatal effect on the guests, if it cannot cope with it, the dean will have a 90% chance of being attacked and killed."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yu Xing obscurely.
In his heart, this person should be competent and trustworthy.
"Ah~ Then I'll stay in the office with you." Shafuli smiled and reached out and pushed open the door of the dean's office.
The ghosts here have been dealt with by Ren Yi, which is very safe.
"Yes." Ren Yi thought about Shafuli and was quite self-aware.
Her whip is only powerful when she is in bed. In terms of head-on combat, the effect of toxins on ghosts is smaller than that on humans. The whip does not hurt too much when hitting ghosts, and it is very disadvantageous.
"I'm going to save people?" Yu Xing asked, and then nodded without waiting for Ren Yi to scan, "Zhao Mou's legs and feet are inconvenient... and stay, and then Qu stays here to protect these non-combatants. What if Han Yan wants to come over and make things worse."
He put one hand on Zhao Yijiu's shoulder: "How about Brother Jiu and I go to save people?"
Zhao Yijiu did not express his wishes, as if he had agreed to this assignment.
Ren Yi agreed and took over control of Zhao Mou's wheelchair: "It's exactly the same as what I thought."
He felt that Yu Xing could complete this task alone, but with Zhao Yijiu, the error tolerance rate became higher, making it even more difficult to fail.
"Link wine is so good, too." Shafuli teased, "Then I'll leave it to you."
The wheels of the wheelchair made a sound, and Zhao Mou was pushed into the office by Ren Yi and looked back.
He knew more about Yu Xing. I'm afraid that Yu Xing's motive for pulling his brother away was not that simple. He was the person who had the most contact with the evil ghost except Zhao Yijiu. How could he not recognize him? The evil ghost's aura just now replaced the breath of his brother and appeared behind him.
If it weren't for the fact that the breath exchange was only a moment and Yu Xing's Qinggui was here again, he wouldn't have been so calm just now.
Something must have happened just now that he didn't know. Yu Xing pulled his brother away from the camera range, which should be to solve some problems with the evil ghosts.
Zhao Mou pushed the glasses on his nose, turned around, and calmed down.
He was relieved to leave this matter to Yu Xing. For some reason, Yu Xing often showed a capricious and somewhat dangerous side, but he always made others feel at ease and trust.
This person is really a person who is born to make others suffer from Stockholm. Fortunately, Yu Xing is not a criminal.
Zhao Mou began to take a leisurely look at the furnishings of the dean's office. It was actually similar to the doctor's office he had entered. There was no more gorgeous or meticulous arrangement. The glass cabinet was replaced with bookshelf, with some medical books, philosophy books, and various books on it. It showed that the dean was still very skilled while not forgetting medicine and improving himself in all aspects.
If it weren't for some books that hadn't been turned on a few times, this conclusion would have been more convincing.
The dean should be a man who pays more attention to his own image. Zhao Mou thought that the instinct of collecting intelligence made him involuntarily see more. The windows were large, but the curtains were tightly pulled, and there was no garbage visible to the naked eye on the ground. The trash can be half full by the desk and it was not dumped.
Zhao Mou narrowed his eyes and such an image appeared in front of him.
A simple man loves his career, his patients and employees, and his hospital, but his position inevitably affects him, making him unconsciously move towards the image of the touted director in others' words.
Self-discipline is OK. He will be decent and refined, but he does not care about the details. It is like holding a contradictory mentality of "I am doing what the dean should be, even if you see that this is not the real me."
Nothing special, but some strange people.
When Zhao Mou learned about the director he had never met through this office, Ren Yi looked at the time and it was almost done. Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu went to the intensive care unit in advance and should be able to seize the opportunity.
“It’s time to go.”
"Okay." Yu Xing didn't say a word, and took Zhao Yijiu to the intensive care unit.
The road they chose was the opposite direction to Corridor 4. The dean's escape route was exactly the same every time. As long as no one interfered, he would follow this road and die step by step.
He believed that Han Yan would not be the one who interfered with the dean because Han Yan was also waiting for the truth to appear.
Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu quickly left Ren Yi's camera range, and they could finally talk about something that could not be known to the audience.
"How do you feel now?" Yu Xing asked.
"Fortunately, the impact it had on me was taken away by Yiqing." Zhao Yijiu was sober and in good condition.
But he could still hear the evil ghost whispering in his mind. This was the first time Zhao Yijiu met a ghost who could be so talkative and even more noisy than Yu Xing next to him.
Yu Xing was a little curious: "Noisy? What did he say?"
Zhao Yijiu heard two more words: "...He said you don't know anything, but you dare to say he is quarrel. When he recovers, he will let you see what a real quarrel is."
Yu Xing: "Oh, please."
"Yiqing, turn off the voice of Brother Jiu. There is no need to listen." He disagreed. Even if this evil ghost has the strength to recover, there will be no day when he can quarrel with him, because he believes that Zhao Yijiu will definitely be able to control the power of the evil ghost by then.
Yiqing's phantom appeared and shook out from Zhao Yijiu. He was wearing a green ancient robe as elegant as a fairy. Without holding a fan in his hand, he floated to Yu Xing diagonally and snorted coldly.
If he could speak, he would definitely say, if you don’t want such a good fun, just don’t want it? I don’t have to listen to you.
But thinking that he almost broke Zhao Yijiu's consciousness for fun just now, and he almost couldn't finish what he promised Yu Xing. He was a little inappropriate.
Although he was not a reasonable person, he still waved his hand and calmed down Zhao Yijiu's ears.
Zhao Yijiu just heard a sentence like "You are a guiqing ghost, why do you listen to this human being? You are abruptly-" and his tense nerves finally relaxed and he said to Yu Xing: "Okay, I won't make a noise now."
They arrived at the intensive care unit smoothly. The door here was covered with a faint door, and the dim lights and exquisite and obscure instruments in the room could be seen from the cracks of the door, both fingers wide, which reminded people of death at a glance.
On the pale bed without vitality, a body outline bulged in the middle of the quilt, with a head exposed outside the quilt, and a ventilator connected to it. With the low and closed breathing sound, the electrocardiogram above the bed was fluctuating faintly.
No one has touched the ghosts here, and they are still entrenched indoors. There is no need to guess what this is on the bed.
Yu Xing gave Zhao Yijiu a look, put his hand on the door panel, and prepared to push the door.
Just before his hand was pressing, an eye emerged from the crack of the door. Among the large whites of his eyes, there was a small eyeball, which was spinning like a marble that had lost control, and the focal length of his sight could not be found.
Below the eyes, a hand that was so thin that it was only skinny that it was left quietly stretched out, and was about to hold Yu Xing's wrist.
Yu Xing, who was so close to him, suddenly had an attack on the opera singer, his face changed, and he shrank his hand before being dragged into the room and entered the camera range, exclaiming: "Ghost!"
Zhao Yijiu had no expression on his face. He was not surprised that this would happen at all.
Even familiar.
However, the ghost in the room was startled by Yu Xing's reaction and disappeared in an instant.
I'm afraid it didn't expect that there would be someone who reacted so much to ghosts to come here.
"Stop playing, go in." Zhao Yijiu pushed Yu Xing for a moment, and Yu Xing pushed open the door. The lights in the door flashed, making the hospital bed as cold as a corpse bed. The unknown body on the bed looked like a corpse, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
The live broadcast footage of the intensive care unit was activated instantly, and the ventilator made a louder sound, showing a sense of presence.
[It's turned on, they are moving quite fast]
[Who will be the "patient" in the intensive care unit this time? Those who are burned to death, those who are cut off their wrists or those who are poisoned to death?]
[I think it's a death sentence]
[What do they plan to do? When the dean comes, he has to rely on the patient to kill the dean. If the dean solves the ghost now, the dean will not be dying]
[Hide, this "patient" is not the kind that wakes up instantly, just like the one in the elevator, it needs enough disturbance to launch an attack]
[Where to hide? Under the bed? Everyone, I'm so excited!]
The audience's speculation is relatively close, because there are not many places to hide in the intensive care unit, and the bed and behind the curtains are the best choices, and other places are easily discovered.
A slight noise not far away came from Yu Xing's ear. I'm afraid the dean is about to escape from Corridor No. 4. The ghost has set some restrictions to make it difficult to make the sound.
"Hide." Zhao Yijiu reminded, pointing under the bed.
Yu Xing smiled and said, "Hey, no hurry, I'll take a look first..."
He said, and approached the "patient" on the bed with a slightly headache expression from Zhao Yijiu. As he got closer and closer, the patient's electrocardiogram began to fluctuate irregularly, as if his heartbeat was very disordered.
In fact, the "patient" is not awake, but is just following some invisible rule. It must be exposed to a certain level before it gets up. The sneak attack in the crack in the door just now is the only opportunity for attack before the living person enters the custody room.
If a person is caught by that hand because his eyes are attracted, he will be dragged into the custody room. This way, it will not be a "weak patient" lying in bed, but a strong and disgusting ghost.
"Why did you come here..." Yu Xing stretched out his hand to the quilt and pulled it down a little.
The patient was wearing a patient gown that looked exactly like Zhao Yijiu. He was skinny and had a bloated skin on his neck, as if he had been crushed by something. The wound was messy, and it looked much more painful than the throat cut that was blood-sealed.
"Oh, this is..."
"Don't say that word." Zhao Yijiu stopped him by handbraking, "If you say that word, it will wake up."
The word "dead" is a taboo in front of patients. No one wants to hear such unlucky words on the hospital bed, which is like a curse.
Even if the one on the hospital bed is really dead now, it is not happy to listen.
When he was dead, how did he die? It was about to wake up and beat someone up.
Wake up early, the dean might not escape, which is not conducive to their plan.
"It's quite particular." Yu Xing muttered, and looked at the patient's face again. It looked like an old man, with sparse and gray hair, and a pair of eyes... I don't know when it opened.
The old man's eyes were very turbid, with a heart-pounding silence. The ventilator covers its lower half of its face, with only violent breathing sounds, but no white mist appears on the mask.
"Oh, you are in good spirits, and your illness will definitely be cured." Yu Xing smiled at the old man, no, the old ghost smiled kindly and helped it cover the quilt back with thoughtfulness.
——Covered the head.
Yu Xingduan retreated straight and moved under the quilt again, as if he was patient with something, but in the end he endured it and returned to silence.
Zhao Yijiu: "You must..." Provoke this?
He gave up without asking. He knew the answer. It was normal for Yu Xing to provoke this, but... he planned to expose himself completely. Aren't he pretending to be pure in front of the audience?
Yu Xing came back with a happy look and said arrogantly: "Look at this old man is so energetic, can't I help him breathe?"
Zhao Yijiu didn't know why he wanted to take this incident: "Then you can cover his head."
"The temperature here is a bit low, so you must keep it warm after you breathe."
"You really deserve a beating."
"Hey," Yu Xing's eyes lit up, "Do you do not need Tianjin dialect? We are like talking crosstalk like this."
"..." Zhao Yi said wine, "Get out."
Yu Xing rolled under the bed.
Not only did he get out by himself, he also wanted to pull Zhao Yijiu together: "No more poverty, no more poverty, the dean is coming soon, you hide quickly."
Chapter completed!