Chu Ping had already placed one hand on the old-fashioned mobile phone. Originally, he was going to put the cursed doll first, but knowing that the cursed doll didn't respond at all, Chu Ping chose the old-fashioned mobile phone.
"Qi Ming..."
Chu Ping softly called Qi Ming on the old-fashioned mobile phone, but the response he received only vibrated slightly.
"Then I think you promised me."
Chu Ping looked at the elevator as if he was facing a formidable enemy. The bursts of shrill whimpering made him feel a little upset.
"It's four o'clock in the morning, it's almost dawn, how can we still encounter ghosts?"
Although Chu Ping was confused, he felt relieved when he remembered that the first time he saw Lu Chao was during the day.
"Hey, you can encounter ghosts in broad daylight, not to mention it's still early in the morning, and it's still the early morning of July 15th."
Chu Ping regained his composure and then stood there. At that moment, Chu Ping was like a god that could not be shaken.
"Tell me how to save you!"
The blood color continued to spread, strange whimpering sounds swallowed up Chu Ping's voice, and wisps of red threads gradually approached Chu Ping.
"Save me—you want to save me?"
The child's voice reached Chu Ping's ears again.
"If you really want to save me, then stay!"
As soon as the child's voice fell, the red thread in the blood suddenly stabbed towards Chu Ping's body as if it was alive.
"Hahaha, if you want to save me, then stay, you stay here, I will live on your behalf!"
The child's voice was almost crazy, and the red threads were about to penetrate into Chu Ping's skin the moment they wrapped around his body.
Although everything happened suddenly, Chu Ping had been prepared for it.
When he pressed the old-fashioned mobile phone, streams of blood-red mist surged out of Chu Ping's pocket, and then enveloped Chu Ping.
The red blood thread that originally entangled Chu Ping suddenly trembled when it touched the blood-colored mist, and then resembled a frightened cub.
The wailing sound became more and more shrill, and the red threads melted inch by inch, turning into bits of ashes and scattered on the ground.
The red silk thread was retracted, and Chu Ping regained his freedom. The blood mist around him did not dissipate, but a man's figure could be faintly seen in it, and behind him was a burnt black female corpse.
"Thank you very much."
After Chu Ping got his freedom, he did not leave immediately. After all, now that he had Qi Ming's protection, he was not afraid of him at all.
"help me--"
The shrill children's voices continued, but the blood that spread from the elevator had stopped.
"help me--"
"It's not that I don't want to save you, it's just that you want to use me as a substitute, which is a bit too much."
Relying on Qi Ming's protection, Chu Ping actually took a step forward.
Taking a step forward, the blood that stopped in front of him trembled slightly as if it felt threatened, and then retreated, leaving only a mottled wall.
"save--"
The child's voice was no longer as sad as before, but instead sounded like a wronged child, as if the child would cry if Chu Ping took another step.
"Okay, okay, if you want to use me as a substitute, I can't agree, but I can help you fulfill some of your wishes."
Chu Ping sighed helplessly. For him, this was the biggest concession he could make.
After Chu Ping's voice fell, there was a period of silence, as if he was thinking about something.
After a long time, the blood in the elevator spread again, but this time Chu Ping did not feel any fear from it.
"If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me."
The spreading red gradually stopped, and after a few breaths, it slowly receded again. The only difference this time was that there were a few crooked fonts left on the originally mottled walls.
The font is crooked, and if you don't look carefully, you won't be able to recognize what is written on it. You will just think it is a child's random graffiti.
Because of my experience in the elevator, I carefully discerned the writing on the wall.
"I...want to...find my mother..."
Chu Ping was stunned. He didn't expect that the request of the ghost in the elevator in front of him was so simple.
"Where is your mother?"
Chu Ping frowned. This request was indeed simple, but a little difficult. After all, the child ghost only said that he wanted to find his mother, but Chu Ping had never seen his mother, which made it a bit difficult for him.
"Mother--"
The child did not give Chu Ping the answer he wanted.
Chu Ping was speechless for a while.
"I promise you, you'll wait for me here now, and I'll take you to see your mother when I'm done."
Chu Ping had no idea where the child was, so he could only look in the direction of the elevator.
When the child heard that Chu Ping had agreed to his request, the red color on the wall was like boiling water, rolling and then spreading to Chu Ping's feet, surrounding him.
"Mother--"
As soon as the child's voice fell, Chu Ping felt something seemed to appear in the shadow not far away. He looked over carefully and found that a little boy had appeared there at some point.
The little boy was very thin and huddled in the corner. He was wrapped in a blood-red color, like a patron saint who was always guarding him.
"Mother--"
The little boy slowly raised his head and looked at Chu Ping with his white eyes. Their eyes met. Chu Ping seemed to see the longing for his mother in the little boy's eyes.
The red color continued to spread around Chu Ping, but this time Chu Ping did not feel any danger in the red color, so he did not summon Qi Ming, but looked at the elevator with a sincere face.
"I won't lie to you. My name is Xie Guoan. If I don't come back, you can go to Wufu Road...forget it, I will come back, you have to believe me."
Chu Ping wanted to throw the blame on Lao Xietou, and even wanted to reveal the other party's home address. As long as he could throw the blame on Lao Xietou, the rest would have nothing to do with him. Even if he didn't come back, then
The little boy in front of me couldn't find him either.
But at the last moment, Chu Ping thought of the little boy's eyes, and for some reason, Chu Ping responded unexpectedly.
As soon as Chu Ping finished speaking, the little boy huddled in the corner disappeared there. The red color receded, and everyone thought they had returned to calm. Only the dim light was projected from the elevator door, and then kept flashing, as if it was a reminder.
Chu Ping, don’t forget what you promised him.
Chu Ping nodded, then turned around and walked deeper into the corridor.
It wasn't that Chu Ping had to go deep into the corridor, but that he had no other choice. The only way out was controlled by the little boy. Although Chu Ping was sure of getting rid of him, he was worried that even if he got rid of the little boy,
Can't get out of the elevator.
"According to the information given by the bald man, there is no freight elevator on the second floor of the Central Hospital, so the place where I am now is a place that should not exist, or it is another space, just like Sister Jiang's dream. Since this exists here
A space, which shows that there is more than just a little boy and a ghost here, or in other words, the little boy exists to act as a gatekeeper."
Chu Ping scratched his head.
"You are so unlucky that you can't even drink water without plugging your teeth. Why do you encounter dirty things everywhere you go!"
In fact, after all calculation, Chu Ping should have encountered ghosts most frequently today. Ever since he left the police station, he has been in danger. When he first came to the central hospital, Chu Ping had reason to believe that if it weren't for the curse,
I guess he already told me the warning about the doll.
"From now on, on July 15th, I will just stay at home and not go anywhere."
When Chu Ping was thinking about this, his people had already walked a long way, and the elevator behind him was so bright that it was no longer visible at some point.
"Click——"
The flashlight he brought out from Lin Tian's haunted house was still in Chu Ping's backpack, so it came in handy at this time.
"I don't know where Dalang and Lao Xietou went."
Chu Ping held a flashlight and shined it around. The darkness here seemed to have no end.
"Why is there no light here?"
Chu Ping took a flashlight and shined it upward. Only then did he realize that it was not that there were no lights here, but that all the lights here were broken.
The lamp here is an incandescent lamp that is no longer produced. Although the bulb is still hanging on it, the glass cover on the outside has long been broken, revealing the broken filament inside.
The white wall covering was hung on the ceiling, as if it would fall down if there was a slight tremor.
The dark wind blew by, and a strong smell of formalin wafted from the depths of darkness.
Chu Ping covered his mouth and nose and continued to move forward. His flashlight shone on the walls on both sides. The originally white walls were dyed in patches of red, as if paint had been spilled on them.
"If it had written something about not paying back the money I owe, I would have thought it was a visit from the creditor."
After experiencing the incidents at No. 44 Xingfu Road and the bus company building, the situation in front of him seemed to Chu Ping to be a trivial matter and nothing at all.
Continuing forward, a red door appeared in front of Chu Ping. When the flashlight shone on it, he saw the word "4" crookedly written on it in red handwriting.
"Ward 4?"
Chu Ping took the flashlight and shone it into the distance curiously, but it was too dark in front of him and couldn't see anything clearly. Then he shone the flashlight towards the road he came from. It was also dark there and there was nothing.
"This door looks very abrupt, and it doesn't have one, two, or three, it's just four. Is there any danger hidden inside?"
Although Chu Ping was very curious, he was even curious about the reason for killing the cat, so he resisted the urge to open the door and find out.
"This space is very large and long, and a room suddenly appeared here with '4' written on it," Chu Ping squinted his eyes slightly, held a flashlight and shined it directly on the door in front of him, and then thought thoughtfully.
He said, "Either this represents death, or there will be a door with the same number written on it in front of it."
Look, I have an agreement with the ghost. Just remember the domain name: \w\w\w\.\8\2\z\w\.\c\o\m\
