The old man looked very angry, but Yu Xing could feel from his trembling voice that in addition to being angry, the old man was actually more afraid.
It seemed as if the dean knew that he would be "not doing his job properly".
The dean is very dedicated. Does he have a fantasy state that he will force employees to be dedicated and show his terrifying side if he fails?
The old man is indeed a morgue administrator, because as long as he overcomes his fear and looks a little closer, he can see the work badge on the old man's chest, clearly writing the words "Mortal Guardian: Li Dekang".
"When will I slander you? You can't be unreasonable." Yu Xing was justified, "If you don't go to the morgue and go to the information room to play word games, do you want to achieve results?"
"I..." Old Man Li's neck clattered, all blood in his eyes emerged, and a crack broke out in his neck.
There was no bleeding in the crack, only a row of teeth, with some flesh on the teeth, and the sound floated out of the crack: "I can't go back to the morgue, I can't go back..."
With a word, the gap opened and closed like a mouth, and its head was bit by bit.
"Okay, I'm just here to find a file. It doesn't matter whether you go back or not." Yu Xing nodded with great speech, "Then, you're sitting here, I'm looking for my stuff. Don't interfere with me, I'll be generous and not complain. How about it?"
The old man was silent for a while and sat back silently.
It seems that it agreed to Yu Xing's proposal.
The old man who no longer speaks, merges into the darkness, as if he does not exist, and becomes a shadow.
Yu Xing took a look at it more, then walked in and searched for possible archives in rows of bookshelves.
The entire hospital was in a strange state in the dusk mode. He drew several paper bags, and the data names on the bookshelf changed from various cases, medication records, etc. to human experimental databases. Some were induction reports of doctors and nurses, drug research data, etc.
These things should not be placed in this medical data room. They fill the data room with a lot of stuff, but they are even more messy. If you want to find a specific data in it, you can only figure out the general categories first, and search for them one by one within a certain time range.
Yu Xing looked through the time and finally found files like the patient's condition records on the shelf in the corner. He pulled out the file paper bags, but couldn't find any of him.
Not only his, but also other guests - he directly called "lucky" as a patient, so others should also use personality mask titles as their names, and he did not see them.
"What are you looking for..." About twenty minutes later, the "noisy" had resumed outside the door. The old man probably recovered from the threat. Seeing that Yu Xing was delayed, he couldn't help but urge him.
"Look for data from me and others. The doctor came here every day to draw blood and gave me injections, and collected a lot of precious data." Yu Xing stuffed the files in his hand back into the file bag and put them back on the iron rack. "But today's doctor fainted due to fatigue. Now he needs data and no one can take it out, so I can only come to the information room to retrieve it."
"I'm really anxious. This is the information of me and other patients. How can we treat the disease without it?" He frowned in distress and looked at the old man like help. "Wait, it may not be unreasonable for you to appear here, so it's not... The information of my patients and I have been transferred to the morgue, right? Oh my God, is the hospital going to give up on us and spend time treating people who are easier to recover!?"
"No! Why do you think so?" the old man denied in panic, "Our dean will not allow this kind of thing to happen. We have been treating every patient seriously. No matter whether he can recover or survive, we have never given up!"
Yu Xing: "What about my file?"
"You...your...your...your...your, you are a patient on the third floor, right? The patient's file on the third floor was taken away by the dean's secretary a half a day ago. Your file should be inside too! It's not that the hospital gave up on you, it's a coincidence, it's a coincidence!"
The old man's neck opened and closed, eager to prove the hospital's innocence.
Yu Xing took all this into consideration - the ghosts here are afraid of the dean, but they spontaneously believed in the professional ethics shaped by the doctors in the hospital under the leadership of the dean.
It's really contradictory.
However, the clues had arrived at the door. Yu Xing walked out of the iron rack and asked, "Where are the dean and secretary?"
The old man's eyes were very dull. The excitement just now seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He said tiredly: "She is usually in the dean's office, but after dusk comes, she likes to run downstairs. I don't know if she has a fixed office location, you can go and look for it."
"Ah~ I'm so, thank you." Yu Xing smiled on his face, waved at the old man, and just took two steps to the door, he suddenly stopped again, "By the way."
"What else do you have!" The old man became irritable.
"Do you have any extra clothes for corpses? It's okay to cover them with white cloth?" Yu Xing returned to the old man. "There is a patient with corpse phobia recently, so he bullied me. I want to dress up as a corpse and go to the dean's secretary, otherwise if he is encountered by that patient on the road, he will definitely stop me again."
"I don't have one here." The old man leaned forward, and the crack on his neck was facing Yu Xing's face. It seemed that Yu Xing would ate Yu Xing a few more words.
"You are the morgue administrator, no one has it, right~" Yu Xing pretended not to see the old man's driving the person, "I'm not an exaggeration. That patient is very fierce. If he hinders me this time, I will not be able to deliver the patient's report to the dean in time... What consequences do you think will be?"
He sighed, with reluctance and pity in his eyes: "I will say at that time that I have asked Li Dekang for help, but Li Dekang did not agree, so many patients will be delayed... If I die because I cannot be treated in time, my last words will be Li Dekang jokes about the patient's life, hey."
The morgue administrator named Li Dekang's face turned worse, and he suppressed his anger: "I'm just an administrator, why did you mess with me?"
Is this called striking a car?
Yu Xing tsk in his heart: "Oh, I will add another sentence. Li Dekang thinks he is just an administrator and not a medical staff member, so he can delay the patient's condition at will. Anyway, the dean will not punish him."
"You...!" Old Man Li's neck was broken. He looked pitiful, but his glaring eyebrows seemed very terrifying.
"If you think what I said is wrong, go to the dean to reason with it? Anyway, I will say that I really saw you in the information room and you left your post without any responsibilities." Yu Xing was eyeing the convenience of the morgue administrator. Since the other party has come, he can't even say that he doesn't pull a layer of ghost hair.
The topic went back again, and the old man's handle was caught by Yu Xing, and even the atmosphere had to compromise.
He crossed his face and reluctantly, he slowly took out a wrinkled white sheet from the counter, like a rusty dummy who would fall apart at any time.
Li Dekang's voice was hoarse and said gloomy: "It's just this one, remember to return it to me after using it."
"Okay~" Yu Xing took the white sheet and put it on his body, then he pushed open the door with satisfaction.
In the corridor outside the door, a burned monster happened to pass by the door of the information room. When he heard the sound of the door opening, the monster instantly turned his head and looked over. The scar left after the burn was shocking.
The monster's eyes were blinded, and only half of its nose was left. The remaining eye had no eyelids and could only be opened passively. When it saw Yu Xing, it first made the move to attack, but then smelled the dead aura on Yu Xing's body.
The white sheet was filled with pure death aura, just like themselves.
No, they are themselves.
The burn monster smelled the familiar smell and retracted the scabbed arm.
It seems to be the same type? Are you also an employee of the hospital?
The burned monster stared at Yu Xing's white bed sheet for a while, then turned around and left.
Yu Xing calmly closed the door of the information room, wrapped himself in white bed sheets, deliberately slowing down the pace to the speed of these monsters wandering when there was no target, and walking slowly in the corridor.
He also covered his head under the white sheets, looking like the faceless man in Chihiro, but he was not wearing a mask and had a face.
[Damn it?]
[It's outrageous]
[He was using a disguised artifact from the ghost in this wave?]
[Isn't this a foul?]
[Are you funny? The props you get with your ability, you dare to ask the morgue administrator to ask for bed sheets?]
[No, I should ask, can he realize that white sheets can make ghosts mistakenly think that he is of the same kind]
[How did he think of it]
[I will do this question, fortunately, I should be more sensitive to things like funerals. After all, he once experienced a death parallel line theme with a strong funeral atmosphere, so it is understandable that this aspect is amazing]
[Have you learned it, brothers?]
[Learn to learn it, learn it, learn it, learn it]
...
"It shouldn't be." Yan Ming bit the Coke straw and frowned in the scene played on the screen.
"What?" Qiu Ziyan read Yu Xing's sexy operation with great enthusiasm, and became more and more admiring the newcomer, and then heard Yan Ming say this.
Yan Li's seat was empty and replaced by a silver layer. The cat was comfortable on the sofa. He had no interest in the discussion of the surviving investigation team. He lazily shrank into a ball, and his tail was swaying left and right in a good mood.
Now, only Yan Ming, Qiu Ziyan and Lu Xiaorong are left sitting on the sofa watching the live broadcast together, and Yan Li went to pick up Song Xue and two other members. The cat was raised by Yan Li.
"This white sheet... should not have the function of disguise." Yan Ming's pupils became lighter. After looking at it for a while, he affirmed, "The monsters at dusk are not all mentally retarded. On the contrary, they have their own set of behavioral logic, just like doctors will patrol each room as usual for treatment, administrators have their own ideas, and the nurses wandering in the corridor are performing their duties and taking care of all patients."
"All these prove that they have IQ. Since they have IQ, how could they be blinded by a bed sheet?" Yan Ming's mouth brought a little sarcastic, "If this is true, let alone the bed sheet, wouldn't it be better if Yu Xing took off the white coats of the two doctors in the treatment room and wore them himself? In this game, all the guests were sick. Since disguised as a corpse, they could deceive monsters, why can't disguise as a doctor?"
"It's still the same in essence. If every guest can find ghosts that can be communicated and get objects with ghost smells from them, wouldn't these monsters no longer be threatening to them? If you believe this, Zi Yan, are you stupid?" After saying this, Yan Ming lowered his head and wrote something on an illusory piece of paper, murmuring what Lu Xiaorong and Qiu Ziyan couldn't understand.
But Yan Ming said she was stupid, and Qiu Ziyan could hear it very clearly. She twitched and admitted that what Yan Ming said made a lot of sense, but this is the fact that Yu Xing showed!
She was not responsible for analyzing and recording, and she didn't have the brain to watch the live broadcast. As for whether she was stupid, this person was getting more and more annoying.
Tomorrow he has to keep him from drinking Coke for a week.
Lu Xiaorong and Yanming are the kind of people who have a very good relationship. He met Yanming's brain circuit and whispered: "What shouldn't have happened has meant that there are factors that we can't see affecting this result, right?"
"Yan Ming can't hear you now, he is chanting scriptures." Qiu Ziyan said angrily. Every time Yan Ming performs "calculation", the words he mutters will be separated from the feedback mechanism of other people's brains. It is clearly a familiar language, but others just don't realize what he is saying.
This ability is often envied by others on the team, saying that he can curse people in person without being beaten by the person being scolded.
"So that's how it is." Yan Ming's state came and went quickly. This kind of thing didn't take long for him, and more than ten seconds was enough.
On the screen, Yu Xing seemed to have heard Li Dekang's words and went to the dean's office to take a look. He didn't see any ghosts, so he was still wandering around the corridor. Due to the existence of white sheets, all the ghosts passing by would choose to ignore him after hesitating for a moment, and he became more and more relaxed.
"Where is it? I can tolerate you saying I'm stupid, but I can't stand you halfway through your words!" Qiu Ziyan's eyes lit up and she asked curiously.
"The last time Han Yan appeared on the screen because of an encounter with a monster was already thirteen minutes ago." Yan Ming did not mention Yu Xing, but instead said Han Yan, "When the dean swept the fourth floor and all the ghosts hid, he also left the screen for several minutes."
Qiu Ziyan: "Yeah, then what?"
"..." Looking at his teammate who gave up his brain as soon as he returned to the investigation team's station, Yan Ming sighed, "I calculated at the time that 'manipulation' was Han Yan's main method, and the attack on Qu Xianqing in the morgue was temporary ghost control."
"In addition, Han Yan is good at acting and disguising, and controls the morgue administrator to act in a scene... It seems not difficult."
"I understand!" Lu Xiaorong slapped the table with a fat palm, "Han Yan also controlled some while the ghost was hiding. Now he wanted Yu Xing to mistakenly think that the bed sheet was effective. As long as Yu Xing dared to walk out of the fourth floor like this and encounter ghosts on the third floor or the first or second floor, he would be besieged immediately!"
"Well... it was indeed an unexpected method." Qiu Ziyan curled his lips, "But if that's the case... I think Yu Xing's sudden request for the bed sheet before he walked out of the information room would have been intentional."
Yan Ming chuckled: "Indeed, when he asked the administrator to compromise in just a few words, he should have realized that this was a trap."