Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 609: The taste of the liquid


Chapter 609 The taste of the liquid

The medical building in the distance was blurred in the darkness, and no one dared to approach it easily, as if the monster would suddenly rush out of it just now.

Everything that happened before had a great impact on the two people around me, and they couldn't calm down.

More than a minute has passed, Zhang Heng's voice is still trembling: "The monster was standing behind you at that time."

His answer did not satisfy me. Speaking of which, I have seen many monsters in the eyes of ordinary people, and even saw a huge shadow winding tens of meters in the river dam.

"Tell me specifically." I broke off the branch and simply helped Chen Mo fix the broken leg.

"Thank you...you still know how to fix the skeleton?" Chen Mo, who was dragged out all the way by me, was even less talkative, and I couldn't hear a glimmer of hope from his voice.

"Let's become a doctor after a long illness. This small injury is actually nothing. Pull yourself together and it will pass after a long night." I patted Chen Mo on the shoulder. I was the one who saved him at the moment of life and death. Reasonable, this kid should stand on the same front as me: "You also saw that monster in the building, so tell me, so that I can understand."

Chen Mo and Zhang Heng are both eyewitnesses, but I don't trust Zhang Heng. He could step over Chen Mo without hesitation before, turning a blind eye to the dying person's plea for help. Such a person is not worthy of trust, at most mutual use relationship.

Gripping the grass stalks on the ground with both hands, Chen Mo tried his best to move his body away from the building. His body was injured in many places, and his body was covered in mud and blood, which made him look very embarrassed: "I didn't look carefully at the time, When you look up, the monster is already standing behind you, and it walks silently, as if it appeared suddenly."

"Impossible, I heard the sound of water droplets later, it should be coming from a distance. Besides, if he was behind me at that time, do you think I can still escape?" Trust your own judgment.

"He didn't lie to you, the monster is indeed behind you, very close, that's why I didn't notify you." Zhang Heng took out his DV: "It should be a little bit, you can see for yourself .”

Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. I took the DV, clicked on the playback, and adjusted the time to when the four of us had just entered the operating room.

"Here it is..."

In the picture, the writer plopped down on the table, and was pushed down by Zhang Heng. The two quarreled, and then the writer began to wander around the room.

At that time, all my attention was attracted by Gu Tongtong's death certificate. Zhang Heng and Chen Mo also focused on the documents on the desktop. something has arrived.

He obviously hesitated for a while, and then walked towards the opposite room to ours alone.

The three of us were thinking about our own affairs at the time, and no one saw it, but this scene was captured by the DV hanging on Zhang Heng's chest.

The writer walked slowly, with some hesitation.

"What did he find?"

The flashlight was facing the table at the time, and the light was very dim, so the DV did not capture anything in that room, and there was only a mass of darkness on the screen.

The writer was getting closer and closer to that room, he had already stepped on the threshold, leaned his body forward, and poked his head into it, and then a scene that horrified everyone appeared.

His head seemed to be caught in his hand, and a strong force sucked his whole body into the room.

As if it had never appeared before, a large living person just disappeared into the room without disturbing anyone or splashing a wave!

DV recorded this horrifying scene, and what was even more horrifying was that the writer disappeared behind us, but the three of us didn't know it, and we were still doing our own things, unaware that the danger was coming!

My adam's apple trembled. I had just broken through to the state of listening and breathing. I thought that with listening and judgment eyes, I could predict all dangers in advance. I was a little careless. Only now did I realize that I was just a frog in a well, and my negligence for just a few seconds just now almost cost me my life.

After the writer disappeared into the adjacent room, none of the three of us noticed, and we were all still busy with our own affairs. It took a full second or two before the picture changed.

"Here we come!"

White overalls flashed past the door. It seemed to be a doctor's white coat, but it looked a little awkward.

That thing is very tall, and the DV can only photograph its chest. Compared with the door, this monster is much taller than a normal person.

The DV is hung on Zhang Heng's neck, so the angle of view is fixed. The camera only captures the body of the thing, not the head and feet.

Staring at the screen, a weird scene happened. Walking normally, the shoulders would rise and fall due to movement, but the white coat did not produce any fluctuations when it moved, it seemed to be sliding over. !

"Could this thing be a ghost?" Chen Mo's face turned pale. I was going to refute a few words, but when I looked back, I couldn't say anything.

The white coat stopped behind me, the light was dim, and the picture was not very clear. I could only see Zhang Heng and Chen Mo looking down to find the death certificate. Find a way to put Gu Tongtong's death certificate in his pocket.

"Since then, it's standing behind me?!"

Watching this horrible scene recorded on the DV, my calf felt weak, and I felt that the strength in my body was being sucked away a little bit.

The next thing is that Zhang Heng looked up and found the "person" standing behind me, and then the camera shook for a while, and several people ran for their lives frantically.

"You see, I don't need to lie to you. It was standing behind you at that time. I was so scared that I didn't dare to speak." Zhang Heng watched it again by himself, and hung the DV on the screen again. on the neck.

"If it's for killing people? Why hesitate? Why not just kill me?" This is the point I can't understand the most.

"Is it a bad taste? Play with the prey and enjoy the thrill of the game." Zhang Heng didn't find out that I kept Gu Tongtong's death certificate privately, and the DV only captured the one I deliberately put on the table hand.

"Probably not." I frowned, recalling everything captured by the DV, and suddenly discovered a doubt.

When the writer found a problem in the adjacent room, he did not discuss it with us, but went to check it alone. Under the circumstances at that time, how could a person who was cautious by nature do such a reckless thing?

And one more thing, the writer has excellent eyesight. As early as when I first met him, I knew that this person had the ability to see in the dark.

If he clearly saw that there was a problem in that room, he would definitely not take the initiative to go in. According to his selfish personality, he would definitely trick someone into using it as a stepping stone and go in for him.

"There is a problem, there is definitely a problem with this person!" Whether the writer is a hidden show anchor is no longer important, what is important is that I will immediately go to the place where he used to live, maybe there will be unexpected gains.

"The DV didn't capture the monster's face, did you two see it clearly?" I still don't know the monster's appearance, which is extremely unfavorable for speculation.

The calf was completely torn off, Chen Mo sucked in cold air from time to time, grinning his teeth in pain, his voice was very weak: "I saw a person standing behind you at the time, I was so frightened that I didn't pay attention."

After speaking, he looked at Zhang Heng. Zhang Heng was the only one among the three who had witnessed the true face of the monster.

He thought for a moment to calm down his chaotic brain: "The monster's face is covered with a wet bandage, and the face cannot be seen, but the wound can be vaguely seen through the thin slits of the bandage, a large wound."

"What do you mean? Is there a wound under the bandage?"

"Yes, the wounds seem to be connected together, as if..." Zhang Heng hesitated to speak, his eyebrows frowned.

"What are you talking about? It's like something?" I couldn't help urging.

"It's like being skinned."

The cold night wind blew by, no one said a word, but felt the bone-chilling chill slowly crawling up the back.

I shivered: "Are you sure? Could it be an illusion?"

Zhang Heng has been investigating the new Shanghai stock market skinning case. I'm afraid he got nervous because of psychological hints.

"That monster gave me this kind of feeling, I can't be wrong." Zhang Heng said very positively, and I couldn't doubt it anymore, so I could only think in the direction he said.

"A bandage? A wound? Is that a human or a ghost?" I looked back at the clinic building, and the easiest way to know the truth was to go back inside and take a look.

"It would be great if the writer didn't die. The three of us were only focused on running for our lives, and none of us had contact with that monster. I heard that ghosts don't have entities. What if..."

"That thing shouldn't be a ghost." I interrupted Zhang Heng with a wave of my hand, and stretched out my hand in front of the two of them: "When I escaped from the operating preparation room, I had physical contact with that monster."

Using the flashlight to illuminate, some colorless liquid remained on my fingertips, like water, but it smelled strange.

"It's denser than water." Zhang Heng moved closer to my hand and sniffed it, "It's like that kind of spoiled and smelly medicinal liquid."

"Yes, it's different from the liquid produced after the corpse rots. It doesn't seem to be formed naturally. The monster should still be alive. It's covered with this liquid medicine." I made a further guess: "Remember this As long as you can find the liquid medicine, you can find out the details of the monster."

Speaking of this, I suddenly thought of another detail. When I first came to the ward where the writer lived temporarily, he was drinking all the time. The whole body smells of alcohol.

"The writer has been drinking since he arrived in the ward. Does he want to use the smell of alcohol to cover up a certain smell on his body?" My eyes under the mask slightly narrowed, seemingly messy clues, slowly connected together.

"Quick! Follow me to a place!"


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