Chapter 1926 U transcends major events (forty-three)
Many people always feel that hospitals are particularly gloomy and cold at night. In addition to the influence of countless horror legends about hospitals accumulated in human history, those colors that bring peace and relaxation to people during the day will inevitably appear cold at night.
Eerie and cold.
The white, blue, gray and other tones used in most hospitals are designed not to stimulate the patient's vision, but with the blessing of dark and cold-toned lighting, it is inevitable that people will be reminded of death, which is actually much less common than recovery.
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Batman walks in such a cold corridor, and every recessed door is like a mouth that chooses to eat people. Batman really won't make this association, but he can't help but speculate about what happened in each ward.
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The doormat at the door of the first ward on the left is crooked and has been bent at a corner. It has not recovered yet. Judging from the marks on the ground, there was a fight here during the day. One of the participants must have been sick.
Patient and two nurses.
The door frame of the third ward on the right was knocked. It seemed that someone did not pay attention when entering and exiting with an infusion pole. He accidentally knocked it on the wooden door frame and left a mark. There may be a patient here, in addition to mental illness.
In addition, there are some chronic diseases that require regular infusion.
Batman walked over step by step, countless information was collected into his brain, filed into categories, and gradually restored the various behaviors of all living things in this corridor during the day.
Patients came and went, and medical staff shuttled among them. Batman sidestepped to avoid the medical staff who were fighting the sick patients, and avoided the vomit that had just fallen at his feet. He just passed by a patient carrying an infusion pole.
After passing by, I heard a clear sound.
"clang!"
Batman turned around suddenly, all imagination disappeared, but the crisp sound lingered in his ears, and a black figure flashed past at the end of the corridor.
"Click, click, click, click." The lights in the long corridor quickly went out, as if something was approaching, and Batman turned around.
A gust of cold wind blew up his clothes, and he put down the cloak in front of him. Batman saw only darkness.
There was another "ding" sound, and Batman had to turn his head to look at the corridor he had just walked through. The sound came from the end of the corridor, but there was nothing there now.
Suddenly there was a burst of rapid footsteps, Batman frowned and walked quickly towards the stairs.
Taking one step across the stairs, a black shadow bumped into him. Batman looked down and saw that it was Natasha.
This was not a collision like an affair. Natasha fell down the fourth step. It could be said that she fell directly into Batman's arms, knocking him back half a step.
But Batman was not surprised, because he had already judged from his cadence that this was his teammate, so he hurried over.
Natasha stabilized her body, closed her eyes and let out a long breath.
"What's wrong?" Batman asked.
Natasha took a deep breath, glanced down the long corridor, and then looked at Batman and said, "I know this is a bit unbelievable, but this hospital is haunted."
Batman narrowed his eyes.
"I was lying in the ward just now, and suddenly I heard a 'clang' sound. I thought it was someone knocking something over in the next ward. When I stood up to check, I found that the person standing behind me was reflected on the observation window glass of the door.
With a ghostly shadow."
Just as Batman was about to speak, Natasha stretched out a hand to stop him and said: "I didn't take the medicine they gave me, I didn't have hallucinations, and that thing teleported away, I
As soon as I turned around, he disappeared. He was either a ghost or a spirit, but he was not a human being."
Batman calmed his expression, became serious again, and then said: "You ran out of the ward."
"I have to come out." Natasha looked up at the top of the stairwell and said, "This thing is very evil. The moment I turned around to look at him, the cabinet next to me fell down, and there happened to be something in it.
A sharp sculpture broke the glass of the cabinet door and made a gap in the tiles in front of me. If I hadn't ducked, what you see now would be my body."
"It affects reality."
"Yes, and it probably wants to kill us."
Natasha turned her head and glanced at the step she had just fallen down. It happened that there was a missing tile on the step she stepped on, but it was still fine during the day.
Just as Batman was about to say something, he saw Natasha across from him stiffen. The female agent immediately curled up and hid in his arms as if she was afraid, but she used Batman's figure to cover her
mouth and made a mouth shape to Batman.
"Behind you."
Batman remained calm, as if comforting Natasha, and put his hand on her back. The next second, the lightbulb above his head exploded with a bang, and countless glass fragments flew out like shrapnel, and Batman hugged her
Natasha suddenly fell backwards, and the two of them fell to the ground around the corner.
The two stood up from the ground. The moment Natasha turned around, she saw a female ghost with long black hair and red clothes staring at her with cold eyes from the gap in her hair at the window at the end of the corridor.
Batman saw her too.
Batman didn't react at all. After all, the weird things he had seen in Gotham were much scarier than this, so the female ghost stared directly at him, and he stared directly at the female ghost.
The female ghost may have stared at him to scare him, but Batman stared at the female ghost to get more information. Unfortunately, the shadow disappeared in a flash and never appeared again.
The entire corridor began to shake crazily.
"Run!" Natasha shouted.
The two sprinted to the other side of the corridor as fast as they could, rushing through the corridor one second before the ceiling and tiles came pouring down. Natasha shouted to Batman: "You pissed her off!"
"It has nothing to do with me." Batman replied very sensibly while running: "No matter what we do, she will be angry. She just wants to be angry."
The two of them turned a corner, and Natasha glanced at the window of the ward with her peripheral vision, and suddenly showed a horrified expression.
Natasha quickly grabbed Batman's arm, and the two stopped. Batman turned to look at her and asked, "Why didn't you run away?"
Natasha was stunned for a moment as if she had forgotten what she was going to say. She looked at Batman and said, "What do you mean? It's like I'm the only one running."
"I'm just cooperating with you." Batman shook his head and said, "There is no need for us to run. The fragments and porcelain shards from the plaster ceiling are not enough to hurt anyone."
"You've never seen a horror movie...that's not what I'm talking about!" Natasha covered her forehead, pointed at the window and said, "Did you just see what was up here?"
Batman shook his head.
Natasha showed a suspicious expression. She leaned over and took a closer look, then continued to pull Batman forward.
"What did you see?"
"It's nothing, I might be hallucinating." Natasha tidied her hair. As soon as she looked up, she saw the red ghost again at the end of the corridor.
Batman wanted to move forward, but Natasha stopped him. Just as Batman was about to say something, Natasha said: "We are indeed not in a horror movie, but look at the glass behind her."
Batman followed Natasha's gaze and his pupils shrank suddenly.
When the horrified expression first appeared on Batman's face, it was completely inconsistent with the depth and seriousness.
What is reflected in the glass behind the female ghost in red is not the back of the female ghost, nor the figures of Batman and Natasha, but a pale and thin hand holding a cold knife.
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Those hands were obviously not those of a female ghost.
Batman and Natasha shouted at the same time: "Run!" the moment they saw the hand.
The two turned around and ran away, more than twice as fast as before. They rushed through the corridor almost instantly. At the same time, a sharp ghostly howl came from behind.
The light bulbs and tiles in the corridor began to shake crazily again, and debris continued to fall on Batman and Natasha. Seeing that they were about to reach another stairway, Batman stretched out his hand to grab Natasha, and the two rushed into the nearest one.
ward.
It was eerily quiet here. Only two patients were sleeping. Their medication slips were hung on the bedside of the hospital bed, which showed that they had taken today's medicine. Batman glanced at it and found that both of them were schizophrenia.
, the medicines and dosages taken are also similar.
Perhaps due to the use of drugs, the two of them slept deeply and were not awakened by the noise made by Batman and Natasha.
The two people in the darkness exchanged glances with the dim light coming from the window, and saw the incredible look in each other's eyes.
"I'm sure that's not an illusion." Batman said first.
"Then things will be troublesome." Natasha responded.
"Get out of here first." Batman looked around and decided to leave this rather small ward first to prevent any accidents. The place was too small to do anything.
Natasha and Batman walked out one after another. As soon as they took two steps, they heard a sound from behind. Batman turned around and saw the patient on the hospital bed by the window sitting up.
"Ghost possession." Natasha immediately said the name of this phenomenon, but she stood on tiptoe with some hesitation and said, "The question is which ghost is possessed, and whether..."
The patient who was sitting up suddenly twitched a few times, stood up suddenly, stretched out his hands and rushed toward Natasha and Batman.
Batman didn't even dodge, and directly kicked the patient away from him. Natasha breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, it wasn't. I just said we were hallucinating."
Immediately afterwards, the second patient also sat up. Before Batman could take action, Natasha walked over and punched him unconscious.
Natasha opened the door and took a look outside. The corridor was still quiet, eerie and cold. It seemed that only their ward was abnormal.
A gust of cold wind blew over the female agent, and her long red hair was blown up. Natasha turned her head to look in the direction of the wind, and sure enough she saw the red figure again.
Natasha couldn't help but looked at the window behind the red ghost, and more of the pale hand holding the boning knife was exposed.
With a bang, Natasha slammed the door hard, turned around and pressed her back against the door. She looked at Batman as if she had seen a ghost and said, "It's not an illusion, it's Schiller!"