Hospitals late at night always make people feel a little eerie.
The long and narrow corridor was silent, and the translucent windows of the wards on both sides were dark.
Only the dim light above my head barely illuminates me, and an inexplicable sense of depression always fills my heart.
Lin'an City Hospital late at night is not as overcrowded as it was during the day.
Especially the critical illness observation area at the rear was even deserted in the middle of the night.
The nurse on duty was lying drowsily at the nurse's station facing the elevator. The dark corridors on both sides were so silent that only the wind outside the window could be heard.
In the ward at the end of the corridor, in the darkness, the pillar and the two soldiers lay motionless on the bed, staring at the pale ceiling with their eyes open and their mouths open.
The equipment next to the hospital bed was still making a slight sound, monitoring the vital signs of the three people 24 hours a day.
Outside the window, a big tree was swaying in the wind, and its shadow was projected on the window, like a monster with teeth and claws.
This ward is surprisingly cold, so even the nurse on patrol is not willing to stay in this ward any longer.
At this time, a military vehicle parked downstairs of the hospital, and then Feng Yun and others went straight to the intensive care area.
As the elevator door opened, the sleepy nurse was awakened. She quickly stood up and tried to drive away the people.
But before the nurse could say anything, the fat man immediately showed his badge:
"The polling bureau is handling the case!"
Feng Yun, on the other hand, didn't look sideways and didn't stop at all. It was clearly his first time here, but he seemed to know where these people were and walked straight towards the end of the corridor.
The nurse stood there in surprise, looking at the figures in confusion.
Although she had never heard of the Polling Bureau, she clearly recognized the military uniform Feng Yun was wearing.
But after all, she was just a young nurse. Because she was afraid of taking responsibility, she quickly called to report to her superiors.
Feng Yun was already standing in front of the door of the last ward at the end of the corridor. The fat man looked at Feng Yun curiously and asked:
"Director, how are you sure this is the place?"
"Don't you think it's colder?"
Feng Yun asked softly, and several people nodded immediately.
The deeper they walked into the corridor, the stronger the chill became, and this chill did not seem to be caused by the environment, but more like a cold feeling spreading from their bodies.
Feng Yun gently put his hand on the door handle. As soon as he opened the door, a cold feeling hit his face. Zhao Xue and Ma Ling'er couldn't help but shudder.
Nothing could be seen clearly in the dark ward, as if a big mouth was about to swallow the people standing at the door.
"Don't turn on the light..."
Feng Yun immediately stopped the fat man who was about to turn on the light, and then walked straight into the house.
"Strange, why is it so cold in this room..."
Zhao Xue rubbed her hands, and there was even a clearly visible white air when she spoke.
Ma Ling'er also felt the cold very strongly. In comparison, Fatty and Yan Qilin were obviously much better, especially Yan Qilin, who seemed not to be affected by the cold at all.
Feng Yun quickly came to the hospital bed closest to the door. The person lying on the hospital bed was the pillar.
At this moment, Zhu Zhu's face was still very ferocious, and when Feng Yun came closer, he could clearly feel that the coldness around him seemed to be radiating from the bodies of several people.
Feng Yun soon made a strange handprint, which stayed on Zhu Zhu's shoulders and head for a moment, but did not touch Zhu Zhu's body.
"Sure enough, two of the three fires have been extinguished, and only the fire above the head is still hanging on.
His soul is lost, and if time passes any longer, this person will become a vegetative state..."
While Feng Yun was talking, he patted the bag carried by the fat man:
"Hurry up and take your things out. I'll summon the spirits myself. It'll be too late if it's too late."
"spiritualism?"
Zhao Xue couldn't help but asked:
"Is it like the pen fairy or the dish fairy in the movies?"
Feng Yun looked back at Zhao Xue, then smiled and said:
"These are just the most basic and simple summoning methods, and they cannot be put on the table.
However, whether it is the pen fairy, the dish fairy, or the chopstick fairy, the soul-calling methods are all about changing the soup without changing the medicine.
In fact, the process of preparing for these ceremonies is the process of setting up the array.
Use a small binding formation to lure the passing ghosts around. As a result, they are trapped in the formation and cannot get out.
Ghosts all have more or less supernatural powers, so it is easy to answer some questions. "
"Huh? Are these things true?"
Compared to Zhao Xue, Ma Ling'er's reaction was even greater. In comparison, it was as if Zhao Xue was the heir of the Ma family.
“But I’ve seen movies saying that this kind of pen fairy is very resentful, and it’s easy to invite but hard to send away.
In many ghost movies, doesn’t the protagonist die like this? "
Feng Yun couldn't help laughing at Ma Ling'er's unprofessional talk.
This also shows that Ma Ling'er now only carries the empty name of the heir of the Ma family.
"Suppose you were walking and suddenly someone kidnapped you and asked you some questions that seemed unreliable to you. Would you be very resentful?"
While the fat man was working, he replied with this sentence, which was really the finishing touch.
Feng Yun then nodded, acknowledging the fat man's words.
"That makes sense."
Ma Ling'er and Zhao Xue were thoughtful.
But soon, their attention was attracted by the fat man. They saw him holding a handful of incense ash in his hand and scattering it from the door of the ward to the bed.
Then Feng Yun took a bundle of red rope from the fat man's hand. One end of the rope was tied to the big toe of the pillar, and the other end was extended to the door of the ward.
Then Yan Qilin also came forward to help, took out an incense burner from Fatty's backpack, and placed it right in front of the door of the ward.
At the same time, the hospital's duty leader received a call from the nurse and rushed over. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw an incense burner at the end of the corridor in front of the ward.
An indescribable feeling of awkwardness immediately made the leader on duty feel uncomfortable.
He quickly stepped forward, but was quickly stopped by the fat man:
"The polling bureau is handling the case, so hurry up and leave."
The leader on duty had never heard of the polling bureau, but the waist card in the fat man's hand could not be faked, and the domineering Great Flame Dragon pattern was enough to prove it.
This kind of badge cannot be copied, so it can at least prove that the polling bureau is an official agency of Dayan.
The leader on duty had no idea what these people were doing. Just when he wanted to ask, Feng Yun came out holding a bowl:
"Are you the leader here? Hi, I am the director of the Yanjun Military Government Polling Bureau. This is my badge."
Feng Yun casually took out his waist badge and waved it in front of the leader on duty. In the dark night, the waist badge flashed with a different color. The dragon pattern on it was more realistic and powerful, and the Great Flame emblem was particularly eye-catching.
The leader on duty suddenly looked at him. Although he still didn't know what the polling bureau was, he soon realized that the man in front of him was a senior military official!
"From now on, don't let anyone come to this floor, and don't let the nurse on duty come near. Do you understand?"
The leader on duty did not dare to ask any more questions and nodded hastily, but his attention was completely attracted by the bowl in Feng Yun's hand.
I saw half a bowl of red viscous liquid in the bowl, and it exuded the pungent smell of blood...
