The next day, Zhang Luo got up early and was in good spirits. He was allowed to get out of bed and move around more, so he wandered around the hospital.
He saw the nurses gathering together in the corridor and seemed to be discussing something. He was a little curious, but he didn't pay much attention. He was not a person who liked to meddle in other people's business, and he knew that women's gossipy nature was the same in every country.
Zhang Luo held the ancient book under his arm and breathed in the early morning air. The rising sun dyed the mist into a light pink, with a feeling of a little girl's dream world, pink and tender...
He walked around in a circle and found that the hospital was really big and had a large garden. It was indeed a social institution under the rule of capitalism, but the medical fees were also staggeringly expensive.
Sit on a chair in the garden, open the ancient book, and see if it absorbs the ultraviolet rays of the morning glow or something, and maybe there will be some reaction. But obviously, the ancient book does not give face.
He was already preparing to live and eat with Gu Shu, and maybe there would be a chance to go back. The attack three days ago and the abnormal fog in front of him told Zhang Luo that this world was not safe, and might even be much more dangerous than his own world.
Wouldn’t it be nice to stay at home all day reading, playing games, and catching up? Why would you want to travel to a dangerous world and wade through troubled waters? It’s not interesting.
"But, how do you feel today, emmm..." Zhang Luo glanced at the upright security man, and then at a few "miscellaneous personnel" who seemed to be out of place, "Is there a leader coming to inspect this?
?”
Sure enough, in the afternoon, officials from Songshan City came to express condolences to those injured in the attack. However, he didn't care much about this kind of thing. It was fine no matter what. He just wanted to return to his own world.
"Today's life is really as peaceful as ever!" Zhang Luo was lying on the hospital bed holding an ancient book, feeling bored and tired.
The mother in this world is just a boring gourd, not like a talkative woman, which makes Zhang Luo a little depressed who is trying to get close to cultivating feelings.
At night, Zhang Luo was studying ancient books in the ward. Li Qingdai had fallen asleep on the bed accompanied by her family members, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of lavender.
"Ta, ta, ta..." In the dead of night, the sound of the clock's striking becomes particularly clear. It's probably midnight, and only occasionally can you hear cars in the distance.
Whistling sound.
Zhang Luo was copying a rune on an ancient book with a pen when he suddenly felt a surge of tiredness. He shook his head and got up from the hospital bed to wake up. At the same time, he felt a little strange. He was a cultivator and staying up late was his daily routine.
, has become a habit, but I don’t know why I always fall asleep very quickly and deeply in the past two days. It’s really uncomfortable to wake up with the first ray of sunshine every morning.
"Tick tock -! Tick tock -! Tick tock..." The sound of water rang, covering up the sound of the bell, and there was an inexplicable rustling sound outside the door.
Zhang Luo shook his head: "Tsk! Capitalism is indeed golden on the outside but corrupted on the inside. Broken water pipes are not even repaired, and there are rats outside..."
As he spoke, he went back to bed and fell asleep. In this situation, he would be a fool if he went out again. Don't even think about getting involved in any weird things. His life is at stake... Lying on the bed for a while, the weird sleepiness seemed to change.
No more, and he found himself feeling a little anxious.
When people have three urgent needs, there is nothing they can do about it.
Zhang Luo got up. This was an ordinary ward, so naturally there was no private bathroom. He held the ancient book and opened the door. The sound of dripping water and rustling disappeared, as if it didn't exist.
"Is there a patient suffering from frequent urination and incontinence? So he just woke up at night?" Zhang Luo was a little confused. The bathroom was quite far away. He quickly put aside these strange thoughts and went straight to the bathroom.
"Huh? Wait, someone seems to be following me..." He seemed to hear footsteps other than his own.
Is it a supernatural incident, or is someone playing tricks on people? In a place like the hospital, even Zhang Luo would feel chills in his heart. Considering that some supernatural books say that people have three fires, and don’t look back when walking at night...
Zhang Luo felt that it was better to believe that he had something than to believe that he had nothing. He spread his legs and bent down, trying to see something through his crotch, but he found nothing.
Zhang Luo's face turned upside down began to become congested and red, and he fell into deep thought: "Although I can't see anything strange, according to the setting of a horror movie, there are so many foreshadowings. A protagonist like me must be in trouble."
Yes. Alas, I know this world is not simple."
The young man maintained strange movements and said strange words.
As his brain became congested, Zhang Luo began to think: "It is said that ghosts follow people.
Behind you, be sure not to run quickly to prevent ghosts from digging their feet into people's heels, then..."
"...With skateboard shoes, I am not afraid of the dark, one step at a time, two steps at a time, every step is like a claw, it is the devil's pace, it is the devil's pace, friction and friction, on that smooth floor..." Zhang Luo
Humming Pang Mailang's "My Skateboard Shoes".
The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own beauty like jade. As long as you read enough books, even ghosts can't do anything to you.
In the hospital corridor at midnight, a handsome young man moved sideways from the corridor into the toilet like a crab, leaning against the wall. He could have become a beautiful scene in a horror movie, an existence like an urban ghost story.
Zhang Luo moved into the bathroom holding the ancient book, and then moved in front of the mirror in the bathroom. A white shadow floated past... Wait, Zhang Luo returned to the mirror again.
This bathroom has a voice-activated light. Under the light, Zhang Luo stared at the mirror suspiciously: "I seemed to have seen something strange just now."
Zhang Luo read a book and said that mirrors have always been a place where evil spirits hide evil people and practices. And what you see in the mirror is never what you really look like. The more you look at it, the less you look like yourself. Some people have even seen weird out-of-syncs.
.Although science tells us that mirror images are just the refraction of light, this does not prevent Zhang Luo from speculating on this somewhat unusual world with the greatest malice.
However, Zhang Luo also found nothing, neither out of sync nor a weird smile. He felt a little...disappointed, just like watching a movie, the protagonist is about to be hit by a car and dodges.
Disappointing.
Is it the refraction of light?
After struggling for so long, Zhang Luo finally walked into the toilet cubicle with unbearable abdominal pain.
Probably because the small space brought a sense of security, Zhang Luo sat on the toilet and breathed a sigh of relief. The toilet was very dark because only one emergency light was on.
"Dong dong dong!" At this time, the door panel next to me rang, and a hand appeared under the partition asking for something.
Zhang Luo glanced at it and thought to himself that the hand looked pretty good: "Borrow me some toilet paper, brother?"
When he was alone, in a claustrophobic environment like the bathroom, Zhang Luo completely forgot that he was still a junior high school student. This sounded a bit strange. But the other party didn't reply and just knocked on the partition.