Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 8 Dude, where are you from?
“I recognize this kind of ghost, the beggar ghost. It will keep stealing things from us, just like it did before.”

Yan Ming said to the old woman, while checking the contents of his pockets. Excluding the backpack, he only had his keys, a small notebook, and his cell phone.

Ignoring the body parts for now, the beggar ghost will likely steal items in the order of value: notebook, key, and cell phone.

In this situation, he cannot deliberately stuff trash into his pocket for the beggar ghost to steal, nor can he transfer expensive items.

Once the beggar smells musty, he compiles a list of items to steal from, locking in all the valuables on the target and making it difficult to change.

It only takes three tries for the beggar ghost to steal his phone.

If the person behind this simply wants to cause him to lose his memory, then stealing his phone is the easiest way.

By stealing the phone, controlling the old woman and the phone, and using "unread messages" to reset her memory, they would endlessly explore the hospital.

However, Yan Ming guessed that the manipulator behind the scenes would not let the cycle truly go on forever, because the main purpose of doing all this was to find out what special abilities he and the old woman had.

For example, what exactly is the ghost being impersonated, and what are its characteristics?

Once all this is understood, there's no need for the cycle to continue; letting the beggar ghosts steal hearts and livers will easily kill these intruders into the hospital.

Now that it's the third cycle, Yan Ming feels that their situation may have been discovered.

Peeping Ghost and a Cat Lady.

Since they know about the beggar ghost, they probably also know about the spy ghost.

Just like before, Yan Ming had tried to make the beggar ghost break the taboo, but the behavior logic of this kind of ghost was "cowardice". After being forced to appear, it was impossible for it to look for the ghost eye.

The only good news is that the breath of the old man can force the ethereal beggar ghosts to become real, giving them a goal and preventing them from being too passive.

"Beggar ghosts? I can sense them stealing things, but they're faster than I imagined. They can even burrow underground and pass through walls. I can't even catch them." The cat-faced old woman said helplessly.

The two slowly walked down the stairs. Yan Ming looked at the tiles on the wall and began to think about what method could be used to restrain those ghostly things.

The Wheelchair King never mentioned a way to escape the Beggar Ghost's lock. Once a person is targeted by a ghost, there are almost no countermeasures. Otherwise, Yan Ming himself wouldn't have been driven into the Ghost Realm by the Spying Ghost to reset his hatred.

Upon arriving on the first floor, the chandeliers in the inpatient lobby were already off, with only a few rooms faintly illuminated, revealing the water stains on the gray marble floor.

The computer screen at the front desk was still lit, and the protection program was playing pictures of blue skies and grasslands in the dim light.

nobody?
It's nighttime now, surely there must be someone on duty at the front desk?

Yan Ming stepped forward, and there was a registration form on the front desk, which recorded the family members who registered to accompany patients that night.

There were about six or seven names; only their names, phone numbers, ward numbers, and home addresses were recorded.

He glanced at it casually, his gaze lingering on the last line of the registration form.

[Yan Ming, 138xxx, 207, Moonlit Community]

This is……

Yan Ming examined the handwriting and confirmed that it was not written by him, but the next second he noticed something more crucial.

Was this information written in pencil?

The handwriting on the form was all in ballpoint pen, but this was in pencil, which is very likely the pencil that was just stolen from me!
The handwriting is standard and strong; it doesn't feel like it was written by the tiny, wiry hand of a beggar...

Could this person be nearby?

"Watch out!" Yan Ming quickly retreated, looking around to try and spot the spy lurking in the shadows.

The lobby remained quiet, the automatic glass doors remained open, and the night breeze, carrying the smell of disinfectant, wafted through the hall, passing by the entrance to the first-floor escape route and brushing against Yan Ming's face.

He saw that the metal door of the passage was tightly closed, and the green escape arrows below, which were glowing with fluorescence, had their heads forcibly twisted off, making it impossible to discern the correct direction.

Could they be hiding under the front desk? Yan Ming went around to the front desk and took a look. There was no one hiding under the counter, and everything was eerily quiet.

The cat-faced old woman tilted her head back, sniffed the air, and shook her head, saying, "I didn't smell anything else."

Suddenly, the desktop saver on the front screen turned off, and the computer screen went black. Yan Ming subconsciously looked over and saw a completely unfamiliar face reflected in the black screen.

Pale and thin, with a deathly calm on his face.

There's someone on the screen!
The moment their eyes met, the face on the screen turned away, disappearing in an instant. Hurried footsteps echoed in the empty hall, as if something was slowly moving away from them.

Yan Ming looked in the direction the sound had gone and saw a fleeing figure reflected in the water stains on the marble, circling along the corridor into the interconnected doctors' office area.

It's not that there are people on the screen, it's that there are mirrors. This thing lives in the world of mirrors!
I saw it before when I was washing my hair in the bathroom. The person in the mirror is the controller of the beggar ghost.
With his mind racing, Yan Ming involuntarily chased after the person in the mirror who had fled. The cat-faced old woman was much faster, and in the blink of an eye, she darted to the end of the corridor.

"Is there a mirror? Show your reflection, and use that reflection to catch him!"

Yan Ming gave a timely hint: they could not touch the things in the mirror, but by looking in the mirror, they could create a mirror image of themselves and use their own reflection to capture the person in the mirror.

Upon hearing this, the old woman casually smashed a piece of glass as she passed by the clinic, gently picking up one of the larger pieces with her fingers.

Immediately afterwards, she stomped on the wall to accelerate, using the sound of footsteps to determine the approximate location of the person in the mirror. Then, she raised the glass with her left hand to act as a mirror, and a serious cat face in a hunting posture and a strange man with wide eyes appeared in the mirror.

Both inside and outside the mirror, the old woman's right hand reached for the man's neck. Just at the critical moment, several beggar ghosts jumped out.

One hand reached into the old woman's pocket, another rushed towards Yan Ming behind her, and yet another poked its head out from the stranger's shoulder.

The beggar ghost stared expressionlessly at the cat-faced old woman, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the strange man by the back of the neck, stuffed him into his small pocket, and then disappeared into the wall.

Stealing someone's life?

Upon witnessing this scene, Yan Ming had this thought in mind: he hadn't expected the beggar ghost's abilities to be so powerful. However, he reacted quickly and immediately manipulated the spying ghost's ghost eyes to open beside the old woman. At the same time, he stretched out his ghost hand to jointly arrest the beggar ghost.

Since the person in the mirror used the beggar ghost to escape danger, it wouldn't be too much of a loss to leave at least one beggar ghost behind.

The old woman immediately understood, and with a breath, she scared out the figure of the beggar ghost, then cooperated with the ghostly hand of the spying ghost to capture it.

Realizing he had become a target, the beggar ghost screamed and fled, scrambling and crawling as if trying to disappear into the wall.

"One inch off!"

The cat's paw was only a finger's width away from the beggar ghost's hind leg, and the ghost's sudden acceleration made it impossible for the old woman to keep up.

"Go to me!"

In a flash, the old woman grabbed the ghostly hand of the spying ghost beside her, yanked it out of the crack, and hurled it at the beggar ghost.

She threw a strange corpse, which hit the beggar ghost and interrupted its movement to burrow into the wall.

The old woman gave him no further chances, pounced on him, grabbed the struggling beggar ghost, and gave him a victorious cat-like smile.

Yan Ming stared blankly at the corpse emerging from the crack.

The corpse was covered in cement residue, indicating that it had been dead for a long time, but its demonic body had not decomposed.

A young man, an unfamiliar face, with a dark, deathly eye on his forehead.

This is……

What is the true form of the Spying Ghost?

Dude, where are you from?

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