Mysterious creature sightings

The fifth floor of the inpatient department is occupied by critically ill patients who have been lying in the hospital for a long time. The corridor is so quiet that you can clearly hear the sound of branches being blown by the wind outside the window.

The nurses were preparing liquid medicine for each ward as usual, but the power suddenly cut off. The head nurse sped up her hands and asked someone to turn on the backup motor.

A power outage has no major impact and can be reconnected in a dozen seconds. Only a few patients need someone to watch and wait for rescue while the equipment that maintains vital signs is restarted.

But the power restoration was a little slow today. The computer at the nurse's station was always dark. Family members called loudly at the door of the ward, and they had no choice but to go there first.

The corridor was a little messy. Ling Jiangyue walked up the stairs and naturally turned into one of the wards like a family member who had been accompanying him here for a long time.

The old man lying on the bed was so skinny that her hair turned gray in her sixties due to illness. The hair was the same as hers. It was visible to the naked eye that most of her vitality had been lost.

The caregiver who accompanied him probably stayed up all night and fell asleep on the chair. The patient himself was awake, and his eyes slowly moved following the person who walked in.

Ling Jiangyue walked to the hospital bed and asked politely: "Are you Gong Yintao?"

The old man opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice: "You...?"

"My name is No. 7, the experimental subject of your colleague Lu Gezhi. I just visited another old colleague of yours, Hua Chunyao, a few days ago. His body has not yet been buried."

She had a good attitude and spoke softly, but the content was not very good. After listening to it, Gong Yintao's eyes froze, a strange light burst out from his cloudy eyeballs, and he gasped for breath in his throat.

She straightened up with a smile and put her index finger in front of her lips: "Shh, let's keep the voice down. Although that person is sleeping deeply, it's easy for you to call people outside."

"You are... Lu Gezhi... He is doing..." Gong Yintao had some difficulty speaking, and the words he spoke were blurry.

Ling Jiangyue could feel what she wanted to say: "Oh, it seems you know. I have read your information. You went to Shenshan once nine years ago, right? Lu Dezhi wanted you to join his research at that time. ? Also, his talent is not as good as Chu Qing's, and he can't achieve the same results with other people's information, so he can only find helpers. I guessed it. But why didn't you agree? "

Gong Yintao didn't answer, but stretched out his hand towards her. The old skin on his dry arm was hanging loosely, and his five fingers were like chicken claws, stretching out hard, as if he wanted to grab her hair.

Ling Jiangyue lowered his head so that she could get closer to him, and then watched Gong Yintao's hand lift her long hair and touch her ear.

"You...your number..."

"You even know this." Her eyes turned cold, and she hooked her hair behind her ears, exposing the covered area where her ears were close to her scalp. The skin there was a little rough, but it was not obvious and had no color.

"The mark has been washed away, but if you look carefully, is there a shadow of 7?"

"No. 7..."

"Yes, No. 7. You know me."

"The perception and control of internal and external hormones...he succeeded." Gong Yintao suddenly said something very clear.

Ling Jiangyue looked at her and said after a while: "You died unjustly today."

Then he clamped his thin face vigorously and bent down to look into her eyes.

Just as the brown color of his eyeballs gathered, the phone in his bag buzzed and vibrated.

I took out my phone and looked at it. The word "Lin Zheng" was dancing.

Ling Jiangyue thought for a second, signaled silence to Gong Yintao again, and answered the phone openly.

"Hey?"

Lin Zheng asked on the phone: "Are you not at home?"

"Well, my brother said that the Spring Festival is coming soon and it's time to change into new clothes. He asked the brand to pick me up and pick out clothes in the store."

While saying "choose clothes", I put on the cheapest plastic glove on my right hand. I found something interesting. I turned my hand to look at it and grabbed the air twice.

Then he placed his palms on Gong Yintao's temples. Lin Zheng was still asking: "When will you come back? We have locked a few researchers and are going to see them separately. Do you want to come together?"

"Yes. Can you pick me up in an hour and a half?"

Lin Zheng: "Yeah. What do you want to eat for lunch?"

"Do you do it? I want to eat what you made, the one last time, that..."

Gong Yintao's whole body started to tremble under the palm of her hand. She raised her head and thought about it carefully and said, "Lentils, purple lentils, I want to eat that."

After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to stare into Gong Yintao's eyes.

Lin Zheng didn't seem to plan to cook at home at first. Hearing this, he said something to the others, and then the sound of shaking clothes and the echo of footsteps sounded on the phone, and then his calm words of greeting came.

"Got it, Purple Lentil. Call me twenty minutes in advance."

"Okay. I'll bring you a gift."

"what gift?"

"Buy whatever you see, I have money."

Lin Zheng laughed: "Yes, you were rich, before..."

Gong Yintao's struggle in pain became a little wider, and the legs of the cabinet next to the hospital bed made a harsh "squeak" sound on the tiled floor.

Lin Zheng was interrupted: "What's wrong? What's the sound?"

Ling Jiangyue stared at Gong Yintao unhappily. His eyes bulged, his body convulsed for a few seconds, and the arc of his arms and legs struggling seemed to be framed to the maximum extent by an invisible container.

After doing this, she replied lightly: "The pole where the clothes are hung has scratched the ground."

"Be safe." After being interrupted, Lin Zheng said a few words and hung up the phone.

The word "Lin Zheng" on the screen was replaced by a black call record. Ling Jiangyue looked at it steadily, changed his expression when putting away the phone, and pinched Gong Yintao's neck without saying hello.

The blood vessels stopped flowing, and the dry and thin face quickly became congested, but Gong Yintao's mood was always peaceful, and he even wore a smile as if he would die peacefully.

"I'm...old...can..."

"Too old to die? I am not a good person to help you with euthanasia. Do you think it is better for me to die than to be tortured to death by illness? You can get the good news that the experiment is successful before you die, right? But in fact, the experiment is not that perfect. See my eyes? This is not part of the experiment."

She leaned over Gong Yintao's ear and said a few words as if sharing an interesting little secret with a friend.

Gong Yintao's eyes suddenly widened as if they were about to come out of their sockets, and his hands were waving wildly to catch her.

"You...your way..."

"Lu Gezhi didn't know either. He created me and used me to get that thing, but in the end he encountered a foundation collapse before he could study it clearly."

"And I happened to be able to sense the collapse infrasound in advance, and entered the safest place, and I happened to be parasitized by that thing. Do you think it was fate? A person like him was destined to die, and he begged me to save him before he died."

Ling Jiangyue pretended to sigh: "I am a good person who repays evil with kindness, and I gave him a ride. How about I give you a ride today too?"

Gong Yintao gasped for breath and was speechless.

She suddenly withdrew her hand at this time: "I won't strangle you to death, my brother said, my boyfriend will catch you if you leave traces like this. Is it possible to have autonomic nervous system disorder? There hasn't been much research on it at the moment. They should be able to I’ll give you a thorough examination and finally determine that you should die after lying down for a year. It’s just right.”