Chapter 1177 The madman who uses strange stories to fight against the curse
"After the dean's death, his office was preserved in its original state?"
The people outside the door were full of doubts. Except for Chen Ge and the two doctors, no one dared to enter the house.
At this time, Chen Ge was in a very bad state. The memories related to the odor in his head began to go out of control, and pieces of memory fragments exploded into pictures in his mind.
"Hey! Don't stay in there alone!" Patient No. 2 was worried about Chen Ge's safety and slowly approached the dean's office. But when he walked to the door, his body was unwilling to enter it anyway. Every cell in his body was
While resisting, it seemed that he would definitely die if he entered the house.
In a daze, Chen Ge heard the voice of Patient No. 2, but his nerves had been overwhelmed by severe pain.
He gradually began to lose control of his body. Tortured by the stench and pain, he fell headlong towards the dean's desk.
Holding the table with both hands, Chen Ge's face, twisted in pain, almost touched the glass jar on the table.
"Whose heart is this?"
Panting violently, his chest heaved. As Chen Ge's pain deepened, his heart, which was entangled with countless black threads, began to beat in the glass jar.
It is like Chen Ge's own heart, and every beat affects Chen Ge's nerves.
"Could this heart in the jar be mine?"
Chen Ge felt that his heart and the heart in the jar were beating at the same frequency.
He stared at the jar, as if his soul was about to be sucked into the glass jar, and indescribable pain and despair continued to pour into his body.
The world in front of me began to become blurry, and the countless dead characters in the room magnified before my eyes, as if they all came to life.
Chen Ge wanted to wave his hands to resist, but his body and spirit were already on the verge of collapse, and it was difficult to even move.
"Trapped in a room full of the word "death", why is this scene so familiar to me?" A picture flashed deep in Chen Ge's memory. A clay sculpture with the word "Chen Ge" engraved on its chest was stuffed into it.
A shrine with the word "death" carved all over its inner wall.
What Chen Ge is going through now is the same as the clay sculpture with his name engraved on it, except that instead of being imprisoned in a shrine, he is trapped in the dean's office with the word "death" engraved on it.
"Someone is cursing me!"
Sporadic flashes of memories made Chen Ge realize that he had been cursed before, but due to various reasons the other party had not succeeded. Now that he was exposed to the curse again, he didn't know why he had no contact with these ordinary people.
What I arrived at was so familiar.
His hands moved slowly, Chen Ge bit his teeth and drew blood, and he hugged the glass jar on the table.
He originally wanted to smash the glass jar to see if he could break the curse, but what he didn't expect was that when he touched the glass jar with his hands, the black thread stuck to the heart began to flow from the heart.
He got out and started hitting the glass jar crazily, as if he wanted to penetrate the jar and enter Chen Ge's body.
There were cracks on the glass jar, and the stench in the room became stronger and stronger. Chen Ge was now on the verge of collapse. He used his last strength to push the glass jar to the table.
The black thread hit the glass, and the cracks continued to spread. When the entire jar was about to be shattered, dark red blood streaks appeared in the heart.
These blood threads are intertwined with each other, weaving a child's face deep in the heart.
It screamed, and those black threads seemed to be trying to prevent the child from running out of the heart, and immediately gathered them back into the heart.
Chen Ge witnessed the entire process. Whether it was the black thread or the child's face that emerged in his heart, these were all different from the real world described by Dr. Gao.
He looked at the child's face in his heart with some confusion, vaguely feeling that the child was very similar to his own when he was a child.
"Is this heart sealed in a glass jar the child's?"
The pain in his mind eased a lot, and Chen Ge collapsed beside the table, gasping for air.
The dean's office has returned to normal, and even the stench in the air has become lighter.
"Are you okay?" Dr. Sun didn't enter the office until this moment. He squatted next to Chen Ge, with his back to the office door.
"Do you think I'm okay?" As soon as Chen Ge started to speak, he coughed violently.
Doctor Sun stared at Chen Ge silently. He pointed at Chen Ge's finger and suddenly said something incomprehensible: "Before the patient was hospitalized, all his belongings were stored in the fifth ward. There is a wedding ring in your cabinet.
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"Wedding ring? But I'm not married..."
"Yeah, you're not married, why do you have a wedding ring?" A relieved smile appeared on Dr. Sun's scarred face. He turned his back to the ward door. At this moment, the smile on his face could only be seen by Chen Ge.
See: "If you can be discharged from the hospital successfully, remember to wear that wedding ring, it should be very important to you."
Chen Ge felt that Dr. Sun was a little different from before, so he thought about it carefully.
Ever since he left the treatment room in the third ward, Dr. Gao had been holding his arm. Dr. Sun was also very indifferent to him. However, after entering the dean's office, Dr. Sun actually had a smile on his face. This was unlike him at all.
The initial performance was completely different.
"Is it because Dr. Gao didn't enter the dean's office?" Chen Ge increasingly felt that Dr. Sun and Dr. Gao were different. At this time, Dr. Gao was more like a corpse, while Dr. Sun was becoming more and more humane.
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"Let's go, don't stay in the dean's office for too long, this place is unlucky." Dr. Sun helped Chen Ge up from the ground. He helped Chen Ge and was about to walk out, but Chen Ge stopped.
"Wait a minute." Chen Ge turned around and picked up the glass jar on the desk in the dean's office.
"What do you want to do?" Dr. Sun took a breath and subconsciously moved away from Chen Ge, who was holding a glass jar. The glass jar seemed to be a very dangerous thing.
"I want to take this thing with me." Chen Ge knew that the black thread wrapped around his heart might kill him at any time, but he still wanted to take this thing with him because he felt that the face floating in his heart
Very important to yourself.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Do you know what this is? Are you really just taking the stories I told you before as stories?" Dr. Sun's expression changed.
It suddenly changed. He knew very well how scary that glass jar was, but for some reason, he couldn't talk casually.
"I know this thing is very dangerous, but just because he is dangerous, I want to take him with me." Chen Ge replied seriously.
"What's your logic?" Dr. Sun suspected that Chen Ge's condition had worsened again.
"Actually, I wasn't planning to take this thing with me at first, but the stories you just told changed my mind." Chen Ge held the glass jar and stared at the heart in the glass jar: "This hospital may really
It's haunted. We don't have any means to resist ghosts, but if we bring this thing, it won't be a problem. If a ghost really appears, we can use this glass jar with a heart to smash it."
"Smash it?" Dr. Sun frowned and asked again with some uncertainty: "Are you serious?"
"Of course, the things left behind at the scene of the death of the first dean must be very dangerous things, but you have to understand a problem. We may die with it, but if we really encounter a ghost, then one of us will definitely die.
." Chen Ge hugged the glass jar and started walking out of the office: "Which is the lesser of two evils, I really want to see if it's the jar that's more dangerous, or the ghosts."
Ghosts are nihilistic, while glass jars are real. Chen Ge wants to use things that living people can actually touch to deal with nihilistic ghosts. This idea makes Dr. Sun a little surprised.
"You...maybe you really are a madman." Dr. Sun's words seemed to have a deeper meaning, but Chen Ge didn't seem to hear it. Of course, given Chen Ge's current situation, he would pretend to be confused even if he heard it.
"I'm sick to begin with, but I will actively cooperate with your treatment." Chen Ge's good attitude is a bit scary.
Seeing Chen Ge walking out of the office with the glass jar in his arms, Dr. Gao, who was like a zombie, not only did not grab Chen Ge's arm, but also took the initiative to stay away from Chen Ge, keeping a distance of about three meters between the two sides.
Both doctors were unwilling to stand with Chen Ge. Although Patient No. 2 did not quite understand the reason, he wisely stayed away from Chen Ge.
"Why did you take out this heart specimen?" Patient No. 2 is not disgusted with human organ specimens. He is just worried that Chen Ge has some strange hobby.
"Specimen?" Chen Ge looked at the living heart in the glass jar. He vaguely felt that the "heart" that everyone saw seemed different: "Doctor Sun said that the hospital was unclean. I took the first director with me.
The glass jar left behind after death can be regarded as fighting fire with fire."
Patient No. 2 could not understand Chen Ge's thoughts at all. He wisely stopped communicating with Chen Ge and looked at Dr. Sun: "Where is the drug storage room you mentioned? I didn't see it until the end of this.
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"I remember wrongly. After the mysterious death of the first president, many doctors did not dare to come to this floor to collect medicines. The hospital moved the medicine storage room to the fourth floor of the fifth ward." Dr. Sun said perfunctorily.
"Are you sure?" Patient No. 2 felt that Dr. Sun had a big problem, and he didn't trust Dr. Sun very much.
Chen Ge also realized something was wrong. He felt that Dr. Sun didn't care about other people's lives at all. He said that the drug storage room was on the fourth floor just to lure Chen Ge to the dean's office.
Saving people is just an excuse for Dr. Sun to achieve his goal. The only thing he really cares about seems to be Chen Ge.
"Does it mean that as long as I don't cause any big problems, everyone will be safe?" Chen Ge has discovered that this place is different from other hospitals outside. Doctor Sun mentioned the "door" before, and the "door" in his memory is also very special.
A place: "Except for me, even if others die here, will they not really die?"
Shaking his head, Chen Ge dismissed this idea from his mind. He was unwilling and impossible to risk Zhang Jingjiu's life.
No medicine can be found, Zhang Jingjiu may die at any time, and Dr. Gao is like a corpse without saying a word. Now Chen Ge and Patient No. 2 can only trust Dr. Sun.
According to what Dr. Sun said, they ran from the fourth ward to the fifth ward.
Along the way, Dr. Sun told Chen Ge many strange things that happened in the hospital.
While they were on their way, something happened inside the building that was difficult to explain scientifically, but fortunately, there was no danger.
None of those strange things came close to Chen Ge and the others, they just flashed far away.
Arriving on the fourth floor of the fifth ward, Dr. Sun did not deceive Chen Ge this time, and they finally found the drug storage room.
But things are not that simple. There is a seal on the room next to the medicine storage room, and blood is still seeping out from the gap under the door. You can't ignore it even if you want to.
"This sealed room is the office of the second president. He was the vice president of this hospital. He had seven children at home. After the first president died mysteriously, he temporarily acted as president.
"But what is regrettable is that he disappeared on the seventh day after taking over as dean and has not been found until now." Dr. Sun stood at the door, as if encouraging Chen Ge to go in and check.
"The second president disappeared after only working for seven days? It seems that the president of this hospital is still a high-risk profession." Chen Ge avoided the blood on the ground: "I am curious, how many presidents there are in this hospital?
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"Including acting and temporary appointments, this hospital has a total of seven presidents, and the seventh president is the most unfortunate." Dr. Sun answered all questions.
"Why is the seventh dean the most unfortunate? Did he die in the most painful way?"
"Because he has been working in this hospital until now." After Dr. Sun finished speaking, he lightly knocked on the door. Whenever there was a knock on the door, the ticking sound from Dr. Gao's watch would become much weaker.
"Can I go in and take a look?" Chen Ge held the glass jar containing a heart and pushed open the door of the second dean's office.
The interior of the house was very simple and there was nothing special about it at first glance, but after entering it, Chen Ge smelled the pungent smell again.
He rummaged through the things in the house and finally saw a glass jar on the bookshelf. This jar contained a person's facial features.
The eyes, nose, ears and other organs were soaked in liquid filled with black threads. The strangest thing was that when Chen Ge came close, those eyes looked at him at the same time.
"Why is there a jar in the second dean's office?" Chen Ge said and was about to get the glass jar, but was stopped by Dr. Sun.
"Don't touch the things in the house." Dr. Sun whispered: "You just need to see and remember. Don't take away the things inside every room you enter."
"Dr. Sun, do all the directors of this hospital have a hobby of collecting organs?"
"Do you really think so?" Dr. Sun glanced at the door with his peripheral vision. When he noticed that Dr. Gao had not followed him in, he said as fast as he could: "There are seven glass jars in the seventh president's room. Seven
A glass jar divided a patient equally according to the weight of his soul, and that patient's number is the same as yours."