Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 21: Cowardly for Over Twenty Years (Part 2)

The pool of blood calmed down.

Yan Ming stood on the second floor, holding onto the corridor railing, staring intently at the pool of blood on the open ground below.

After Dr. Zhang fell headlong into the pool of blood, no water splashed up, as if he had been submerged in a black hole.

A few seconds later, a few bubbles rose to the surface of the pool of blood.

It was somewhat like Dr. Zhang, who had fallen into it, unconsciously breathing and exhaling the remaining air from his lungs.

It's also a bit like a pool of blood eating a person, and then letting out a burp.

There was no movement for a long time after that, and Yan Ming stared at it for four or five minutes, his brows furrowing slightly.

Did this doctor really jump off a building?

That's unlikely. A doctor who's been a regular in the hospital for so many years, could he really be bewitched by a ghost and end up jumping off a building to commit suicide?
Not too possible.

Normally, Yan Ming would have run away first if he encountered such a bizarre ghost as a pool of blood, but he was too eager to know how Dr. Zhang was doing, so he had no choice but to bravely stand upstairs and watch.

He felt like Aaron Kwok in the movie "Breakout," staring at Wang Qianyuan who had been blown into the lake, patiently waiting for him to reveal a weakness.

However, after waiting for about ten minutes, there was still no movement in the pool of blood. This was far beyond the limit of a normal person's ability to hold their breath, so Yan Ming had no choice but to give up waiting.

Since Dr. Zhang is lying in a pool of blood, and the mysterious patient has likely been transferred to another hospital, there shouldn't be any "hostile forces" in the hospital now.

To Yan Ming, those wandering ghosts could not be considered hostile forces; they were simply wild monsters that spawned randomly.

It wouldn't be a bad idea to take this opportunity to thoroughly research the entire hospital.

Yan Ming turned and left, heading towards the intensive care unit in the west building.

Dr. Zhang's office is over there; perhaps we can find something useful there.

Yan Ming was really looking forward to it, after all, he had always suspected that Dr. Zhang was the guy who got lost in the strange game more than 20 years ago.

As a player...

There should be some other savings, right?

Like the survivor corpses pulled out of the Ghost Eye Rift, there might be special items like marbles.

At the very least, Yan Ming could try to find some specific settings and information about the eerie game, which was exactly what he needed right now.

Moreover, he was very interested in a piece of information that the old woman had just mentioned.

The old woman said that cats have nine lives, which is why she was able to come to him alive.

As a result, she was killed but did not come back to life, directly revealing the patient's true form.

If she wasn't lying and the story is true, then who would be resurrected?
Was it the real old woman who collapsed in the open space of the west building?

Although Yan Ming did not feel too much sadness about the old woman's death, he was very happy to hear that she had been resurrected.

They are quite a good helper.

As he walked through the deserted administration building, he heard the draft whistling through the empty first floor. The sound was somewhat like the wailing of ghosts, and it seemed particularly ominous in the quiet environment.

There were still no lights on; everything was shrouded in darkness, except for the faint glow of the green sign that symbolized "emergency exit."

Yan Ming passed by the monitoring room, paused, turned around, and went inside.

Since we're already here, it wouldn't hurt to see what happened during this time.

He turned on his computer and began reviewing the surveillance footage from the previous hour.

Wait a minute.

Yan Ming slapped his forehead, suddenly thinking of Sadako from The Ring, so he stepped aside to make way for the male corpse.

He planned to use his "ghost eye" to view the surveillance footage.

If seeing the ghost's true form in the video would violate a taboo, then seeing its true form would be far too dangerous.

There's no problem if the male corpse comes to see it.

Even if ghosts come knocking, they will only target male corpses. Even if a ghost is particularly powerful, Yan Ming only needs to transform into the Wheelchair King and become a paralyzed person.

Since the ghost's perception range does not include the taboo object, the Ghost Eye, there will naturally be no further action.

The male corpse's ghostly eyes opened, and Yan Ming used them to begin reviewing the video.

From the loud noise on the floor during the night parade of a hundred demons, the entire surveillance video was far from peaceful, with distortions, static, and even inexplicable blood-red filters appearing from time to time.

If each "special effect" represents a ghost's unique influence on surveillance footage, then these ghosts really do love causing trouble on cameras.

Do they also know that surveillance systems are a great tool for extending capabilities?

Only a few ghosts appeared in the video, and even fewer appeared in physical form. Among them, Yan Ming saw a very familiar ghost.

Big-bellied ghost.

Judging from its unrestrained devouring of everything around it, it is most likely a starving ghost.

That's how a starving ghost is. If its belly isn't showing yet, it means it's in a state of extreme hunger and will devour anything indiscriminately, stretching its belly before thinking about anything else.

Once it becomes a big-bellied ghost, it will begin to wander aimlessly, encountering humans and eating them.

Judging from the surveillance footage, the pregnant ghost directly forced open the back door of the hospital and went into the streets and alleys.

It probably thought there were too many ghosts in the hospital, so it decided to go out and find food on the street.

About ten minutes later, Yan Ming noticed a key piece of information.

The elevator on the sixth floor suddenly opened, and a hospital bed emerged from the shadows in the corridor. Four or five people quickly pushed the bed into the elevator and rushed down to the first floor.

Meanwhile, an ambulance was waiting at the back gate of the hospital, and several men in black helped move the hospital bed into the ambulance.

Yan Ming noticed that the black-clad men's clothing was very peculiar, not like modern attire, but more like some kind of special ancient costume.

These men in black had no faces; they didn't wear masks, and their faces were only covered by a swirling cloud of black mist. They were expressionless and moved with practiced efficiency.

Just as Yan Ming was pondering what kind of ghosts these things were, he suddenly saw the man in black at the back of the ambulance raise his head.

He was probably the leader of this group of men in black. He had been standing to the side with his hands behind his back while they were doing things, neither giving orders nor helping out.

And now he finally has something to do.

The man in black looked at Yan Ming from afar.

Yan Ming: "?!"

In an instant, he felt as if something had pierced his ghost eye, and a sharp pain shot through his skull.

Yan Ming's reaction was already quite fast; he escaped the male corpse's ghostly eyes almost the instant he sensed something was wrong, so the pain only lasted for a very short second.

However, the excruciating pain still made him cover his eyes, and his tear glands involuntarily secreted a large amount of tears to relieve the pain.

It took Yan Ming about two minutes to feel a little better. He wiped the tears from his eyes with a tissue, his expression extremely solemn.

Did such a disaster result from just one glance?
Moreover, he glanced at him "an hour later," leaving Yan Ming filled with doubt and uncertainty. He wasn't sure if the other person had truly "seen" him an hour later.

If so...

That's really horrible.

However, after calming down a bit, he dismissed this idea, because he sensed that the man in black was attacking him through the medium of the "camera," rather than by crossing time and space.

Otherwise, there would be no need for such a complicated process.

In other words, the man in black may have cast some kind of delayed curse on the security camera beforehand, possibly within a three-hour timeframe. He reasoned that if the hospital staff were to review the footage, it would be the next day, by which time the curse would have already worn off. However, if someone checked the footage within three hours…

It's very likely that they are the enemy, so they acted in advance.

fortunately.

Yan Ming secretly felt lucky. He reacted quickly and immediately severed his connection with the Ghost Eye after noticing that the black-clad man's gaze was strange, thus avoiding disaster.

If he had been even a fraction slower, or if he hadn't even thought to let Ghost Eye check the surveillance footage, the attack would have landed directly on his main body, and that would have been a complete disaster.

Indeed, there are countless strange things in this world, so we must be even more careful.

Yan Ming collapsed to the ground for a moment to recover before switching back to the Spying Ghost and walking towards the West Tower.

The most important information has been obtained; he had originally reviewed the surveillance footage to confirm this matter.

There were five people in blue coats pushing the hospital bed cart, all of whom got into the ambulance as caregivers. He had seen eight people in total in the surveillance footage from Dr. Zhang's office earlier.

In other words, there may only be three people left in the West Building at this moment, and they may not be able to manage things.

The defensive capabilities are unprecedentedly weak.

Upon arriving at the West Building, Yan Ming first passed through the first-floor lobby and stood in front of the side door, looking at the open space where about seven or eight corpses of varying heights and builds were piled up.

Previously, affected by the resonant ghost, some of the ghosts that left the fourth-floor ward jumped off the building here and fell to their deaths on the open ground.

Of course, ghosts generally don't die from falls; they are dressed up by people, and the ones who actually die are these mental patients.

These are the corpses piled up in the open space.

Yan Ming peered into the pile of corpses and searched around. He found that the old woman was not among the corpses on the surface, so he had Ghost Eye control the male corpse to open the door and walk out of the open space.

Moonlight spilled onto the open ground. The male corpse moved stiffly, step by step toward the pile of corpses. When he was still four or five meters away from the pile, Yan Ming still felt something was wrong, so he ordered the seven nurse ghosts at the male corpse's feet to move the corpses away.

The nurse ghost obeyed the order, so she moved the shadow of the corpse away, taking the corpse with her, and finally revealed the cat-faced old woman who was pressed at the bottom.

Contrary to Yan Ming's expectations, the old woman's eyes were actually open.

It's not that I died with my eyes open in disbelief, but rather that I feel like I'm dying.

It sounded the same, but Yan Ming was certain that the old woman was still moving and was probably playing dead.

Because he can still summon the ghost eye corresponding to the old woman, he would lose his target if he really died.

So he controlled the ghost's eyes to open from the ground, and then reached out and patted the old woman's shoulder.

"call--"

The slap felt like it had punctured a fully inflated balloon. The old woman let out a long sigh of relief, her lifeless eyes regaining their sparkle. Then, with remarkable agility, she flipped over and leaped into the hospital in a few quick steps.

"It's you? Young man, you're still alive?" The old woman was amazed when she saw Yan Ming waiting in the lobby on the first floor as soon as she entered the door.

Yan Ming chuckled and said, "Shouldn't I be asking you that? I saw you jump off the building."

The old woman waved her hand: "Cats have nine lives, dying once or twice is nothing." Then she looked up at the upstairs. I could feel that there was no movement upstairs anymore. Where are those ghosts?

“Most of them left; they didn’t stay in the hospital,” Yan Ming continued. “Dr. Zhang jumped into a pool of blood over in the east wing and hasn’t come up yet. Do you know what that thing was?”

The old woman shook her head: "Never heard of it."

“Alright, let’s go upstairs and take a look. I need to check on Dr. Zhang’s office,” Yan Ming continued, then sent the male corpse controlled by Ghost Eye to lead the way.

After thinking for a moment, he raised his phone and shone it behind the male corpse, ensuring that the seven nurse ghosts were always in front of the male corpse, leading the charge.

In this case, the nurse ghost will always approach the resonance ghost first, and if the resonance ghost's abilities are still intact, it won't affect him.

One person and two ghosts walked up the steps. Yan Ming was the spy ghost, and the old woman was the cat-faced old lady. One of the people in the group should actually be the dead person "Ghost Eye", the survivor.

They quickly went up to the fourth floor, where every ward was open, but not every ward was empty.

Yan Ming could sense an ominous aura emanating from the few occupied wards, so he only dared to pass by quickly.

The spirits in these wards are likely "environmental spirits" among the five types of ghosts, or you could say earthbound spirits. They are unwilling to leave the wards, so it's even less likely that Yan Ming would run into them.

Soon, Yan Ming arrived at an office. As soon as he entered the area, he unconsciously took out his phone, randomly selected a text message and read it, and then did a squat on the spot.

Looking back, the old woman was the same.

"It was Dr. Zhang who set up another, opposite resonance ghost in his office." Yan Ming thought for a moment and then realized what the behavior just now meant; he had already guessed this.

To counteract the resonant waves of a resonant ghost, you must find another resonant ghost that releases opposite or nearly opposite resonant waves to cancel them out.

The male corpse entered the office without being attacked. Then Yan Ming looked at the old woman, who, being remarkably shrewd, went in without incident.

Yan Ming was relieved and went into the office. He let the male corpse sit in Dr. Zhang's seat and then turned on the computer on the right that controlled the monitoring system.

After entering the password "324300", the computer accessed the monitoring page.

Did you really not have time to change your password?

Dr. Zhang probably didn't expect me to come here.

The monitoring was set to 16x speed, with Ghost Eye performing frame-by-frame observation, which it was capable of.

Yan Ming himself started rummaging around the office. As soon as he opened the cabinet under the office, he saw a tall stack of notebooks.

He took out the notebooks, casually opened one of them and flipped through it, discovering that it seemed to be Dr. Zhang's diary, or perhaps his work notes.

"Is all the data from the past twenty years here?" Yan Ming looked at the dozens of books and then noticed that they seemed to be arranged in order. So he quickly flipped to the bottom book and opened it to read.

-

It's been six years since I made this decision, and I've practically settled down in Wangcheng.

I don't usually keep records, but after being isolated from the outside world for so long, I've developed a desire to write a diary.

In a few years, this bizarre game I'm in will completely collapse, and the outside world will be destroyed by countless ghosts.

Humanity will eventually become like a prison.

Therefore, I chose to get lost in this idyllic city, which I suppose is a kind of liberation.

-

Three months have passed since the first record, and for some reason, I'm actually looking forward to seeing the next batch of players of the bizarre game in Wangcheng. I must be crazy.

The city has been closed for a long time. If other players can enter, wouldn't that mean I'm no longer safe?
How could I have such delusions?

-

Yan Ming blinked after reading only the first two chapters.

This is……

Players of the eerie game actually knew more than 20 years ago that the supernatural would eventually revive?
But why don't they do anything?

Just thinking about...

Can I hide in this illusory city?

Yan Ming thought of those people who died unexpectedly in the supernatural resurgence, and he found it hard to accept.

He is not a saint, nor does he force others to be saints, but he feels that if someone could have given a heads-up beforehand, or even just taken some minor precautions, the outside world wouldn't be in this state.

"But don't you also want to settle down in Wangcheng?"

Suddenly, Dr. Wang Ming's voice rang in Yan Ming's mind. Unlike the monotonous mechanical voice of the past, this time his words seemed to carry a hint of human emotion.

　New author, new book, seeking everything!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)