I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

This sentence was actually Jones cheering himself up. When he thought that he still had such a strong teammate, his trembling limbs began to calm down.

In fact, what he didn't know was that Zhang Yangqing's current situation was not much better.

The windows were closed and Jones searched the room for rules.

In the world of ghost stories, only by finding the rules can you know what dangers you will encounter.

But the problem is that he searched in the clinic for a long time and couldn't find the rules.

He even turned over the four pennants on the wall.

There is danger outside the window, and there are no clues in the room, so the only clue.
Jones looked at the reinforced door next to him, a door with bloody handprints and scratches on the door handle.

"It seems I can't do it without going out. If I guessed correctly, this should be a hospital. Since I am a doctor, this should be my home court. What should I be afraid of?"

Each of Jones' inner monologues seems to be analysis, but it is more of a pep talk for himself.

As an ordinary person, Jones' fear level is already maxed out in this environment.

It's not that he hasn't thought about using his skills, but the problem is that this is just the beginning of the world of ghost stories. Wouldn't it be a waste to hand over the skills now?

You know, the skills of the Chosen Ones are so exaggerated that they always have a 24-hour cooldown time.

This skill is actually the best choice when you can feel the 'threat of death'.

Before going out, Jones checked the battery of his cell phone and found that it still had 36%.

In order to save electricity, he picked up a red candle in the corner and left.

In addition to saving the battery of the mobile phone, this also has an analysis.

That's why Jones felt that the strange black shadow outside the window just now might want to come in, but there was something inside that scared him.

The weapon in your hand? Or this white coat?

Jones doesn't think so. These things may cause harm to the weird entities, but this is the fifth and sixth floors. What kind of entity can float outside?
So the only possibility is the red candle in the corner.

As the Chosen One, his guess was totally fine.

You know, the lucky ones can escape, but the chosen ones who are not good at observation and analysis will basically die.

The red candle does not have a candlestick, it is placed directly on the ground.

Jones attached the saw to his body and held the ax in one hand. With the other hand, he broke off a relatively long red candle and held it in his hand.

When opening the door, Jones tactically retreated a distance, fearing that something might pounce in the dark.

The sound of the door opening echoed in the corridor, and the light of candlelight illuminated the area outside the door.

Jones stepped forward cautiously along the corridor.

There was dead silence in the corridor, only the sound of his footsteps echoed, and each step seemed extremely heavy.

The surrounding walls are mottled, as if they have been eroded beyond recognition by the years.

On the wall, some vague patterns were looming, and they looked particularly weird under the firelight.

Jones stopped at a 'doctor photo wall' where there were photos of eight doctors, but without exception, all of these doctors' photos had a blood-red cross drawn through them.

It is worth noting that the notes below these doctors are all 'psychiatrists'.

Jones swallowed, he had a bad feeling.

Are all the patients here mentally ill?

Mental illness is the most difficult thing to deal with among patients, and they can even be unable to communicate normally.

No wonder he had an ax and a saw in his hands when he first appeared.

In the light of candlelight, the photos of these doctors flickered on and off.

Jones felt that he was a little dazzled because he saw the expressions of the doctors in these photos beginning to change. Their eyes were dark and empty, and under the red cross mark, they slowly opened their mouths, as if they were saying something, but they couldn't make a sound.

The more this happened, the more terrifying it became for Jones.

Suddenly, a strong sight came from the right side, which made Jones's heart tighten suddenly.

He strategically took a step back to create some distance, then held up the candle and stared wide-eyed, trying to see the outline of the figure clearly.

He didn't shout "Who is it" here because he was frightened by things outside the window. He knew very well that some things might be attracted by the sound.

There was a heavy sound of high heels, and as the mysterious figure approached, Jones saw a woman wearing a dirty and shabby nurse uniform appear.

She is tall, like a supermodel, with long and powerful thighs, and every step is accompanied by the crisp echo of high heels.

Although the stockings of the female nurse were tattered, they showed the smoothness and elegance of the legs, especially the exposed leg flesh, which was not only white but also full of elasticity.

The V-neck on her chest was wide open, and the full curves could be seen, but the bulging veins and dark veins under the skin had some ominous hint.

The nurse's hands were holding a huge syringe tightly, and the tip of the needle shone coldly under the candlelight. If he was pricked by this syringe, it would definitely give Jones a chill.

The most terrifying thing was the face of the nurse. The skin on half of her face seemed to have been torn open, revealing the terrible rotten flesh inside.

Those white eyes made Jones' scalp tingle.

The female nurse slowly turned around and showed a strange smile.

She didn't speak, but Jones seemed to hear: Don't run, come and let me get an injection.

Jones knew he had to escape from this terrifying place as soon as possible.

Even though he had a weapon, he had no intention of fighting.

Now is no longer the time to be afraid. If you don't run, it might be too late.

He turned around and ran away, the candle in his hand shaking unsteadily, and the flames dancing and flickering.

However, as he ran, hot wax oil accidentally dripped onto his hand.

He felt a sharp pain coming from him, but he ignored the pain and could only grit his teeth and continue running.

The end of the corridor seems to be out of reach, but the terrifying female nurse behind her is getting closer and closer.

Jones could hear her rapid breathing and footsteps, echoing in his ears like the call of death.

Finally, when Jones was about to use up his last bit of strength, he saw a door that was ajar.

He couldn't care less now, so he rushed over with all his strength and pushed open the door, but he tripped over something under his feet and fell into the darkness.

Ignoring the pain in his body, he quickly stood up, closed the door and locked it.

With a click, the door was locked.

Jones leaned against the door, breathing heavily, and his heart was filled with joy of surviving the disaster.

He knew that he had just escaped, but outside the door behind him, the terrifying female nurse was still lingering.
At this time, Jones remembered that something seemed to have tripped him just now.

He stepped on it with his foot first, and it seemed a little soft.

Looking down by the candlelight, Jones jumped up in fright.

He is a human being, or a person who has fallen into blood.

Holding the ax tightly, Jones did not choose to run this time. After all, he had nowhere to run.

This room was similar to the consulting room he had just appeared in. The person lying on the ground was dressed in red, but he could still tell it was a doctor's white coat.

Could it be his colleague?

(End of this chapter)