Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 11 So many evil spirits!
"The monitoring room is located between the east and west buildings, which is connected by a small administration building containing rooms such as the dean's office and the archives."

The old woman retrieved the hospital's overall layout from her memory and said, "We're in the west building. On our way to the east building, we'll pass the administration building's monitoring room."

"Okay, let's look for it on the first floor first." Yan Ming still remembered his mission to find Dr. Zhang.

However, there was no trace of human activity in the entire first-floor emergency area. After a brief search, they found nothing.

In Wangcheng, no one leaves home after 10 p.m., so the emergency room is practically useless. Nobody comes, and there isn't even anyone on duty like there is now.

"This room is empty?" The old woman used brute force to remove the lock from the door and peered inside through the fist-sized keyhole.

The room was empty, yet very clean, and did not look like an abandoned room.

Moreover, prime locations like the first floor of a hospital are never left empty, even if they are used to store medical supplies, unless there is a more important purpose.

Just as Yan Ming was hesitating, the old woman pushed open the door and entered the room. After walking around the four walls, she confirmed that it was a clean, empty room and found nothing else.

“Something’s not right.” Yan Ming stood at the door without going in, a certain guess forming in his mind.

The first time Yan Ming saw the person in the mirror was when he found him using the toilet on the second floor. Just now, Yan Ming happened to not find a toilet on the first floor.

The person in the mirror probably lives on the first or second floor, given the empty room in front of them...

Yan Ming picked up the large piece of glass that the old woman had used to capture the person in the mirror and tried to put it into the room, looking at the whole room again on the reflective surface.

Sure enough, the small room in the mirror was neatly organized. The room was about 20 square meters and contained a small bed, a desk and a wardrobe.

This looks like the room of the person in the mirror, but you can only see it with the help of a mirror.

Yan Ming guessed that the person in the mirror had arranged it himself; this guy had moved the furniture from the mirror world into this room and was living here.

Perhaps because the mirror world is a level below the main world, everything the person in the mirror does is not projected into the room in the real world, which is why the room that Yan Ming and the other person see is empty.

He stood in the center of the room and walked around the glass to make sure the person in the mirror hadn't returned to the room yet, and then focused his inspection on the desk area.

As a real person, he cannot touch the things in the mirror world; he can only stand outside the mirror and watch silently.

On the desk was a file folder with several people's medical records stacked on top of it. The words on the papers were all upside down, so Yan Ming had to use another mirror to see the writing clearly after double reflection.

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Name: Chen Hao; Gender: Male; Age: 8 years and 4 months; Department: Child Psychiatry
Chief complaint: Inattention, irritability, and impulsive behavior for 2 years.

• Name: Li Menghan • Gender: Female • Age: 7 years and 5 months • Department: Child Psychiatry
Chief complaint: Severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and germaphobia, repeated handwashing accompanied by emotional breakdowns for more than a year, and refusal to attend school for 3 months.

……

Several medical records were all for children, and all the symptoms were psychiatric issues.

On the front of the file folder were several large characters written in ballpoint pen, all in the doctor's handwriting, which Yan Ming took a while to recognize.

Child Demon Material Pack, ready to use upon opening the bag.

“The beggar ghost was indeed created by the doctors in the hospital.” The old woman glanced at the time on the medical record. “And it started ten years ago. I saw that the earliest admission date was ten years ago.”

What Yan Ming was more concerned about was this "open the bag and take it out" thing. Had this hospital already turned "ghosts" into tools similar to convenience foods?

Just like a nurse going to the pharmacy to get medicine on the doctor's orders, the person in the mirror received the task of "dealing with Yan Ming and the cat-faced old lady", so he ran to the psychiatric ward and took away a few beggar ghosts, and then began to "prescribe the right medicine for the symptoms"?
After half a year of supernatural resurgence, Yan Ming was no longer afraid of ordinary ghosts, but now he felt a chill down his spine.

Random ghosts aren't scary; what's scary is the entire hospital, which has developed into a twisted and eerie system.

Right now they are only facing a few beggar ghosts, but what about the ghost vault that may exist?
The old woman had met the gamer more than twenty years ago. If someone had been secretly causing trouble in the hospital since then, how many "ready-to-use" bizarre creatures could they have cultivated by now? Yan Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He had to find that Dr. Zhang as soon as possible.

As the mirror turned slightly, he saw a long schedule posted on the wall next to his desk, starting from waking up at 6:50 a.m. and ending at 10:40 p.m.

Every single thing in between has a detailed timeframe, accurate to the minute, even things like taking 15 minutes to go to the toilet are specified in detail.

"7:15?" Yan Ming noticed the exact time the person in the mirror went to the toilet.

If the person in the mirror had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, then he must have been taking a shower in the toilet around 7:15 p.m., because he happened to enter the toilet and go into the sixth stall where only the mirror world existed.

After he finished showering, he went to the inpatient department. Not long after, the head nurse asked his family to leave. That was around 8:30.

Something's not right. It was just walking from the clinic building to the inpatient building, through a corridor, and it took more than an hour?

"The musty smell on us seems to have dissipated a lot."

At this point, the old woman made a new discovery: she was very sensitive to smells.

Yan Ming also smelled himself, and the musty smell that indicated he was being targeted by the beggar ghosts had indeed dissipated. Moreover, even though they had stayed on the first floor for quite some time, the group of beggar ghosts had not come back.

"Dr. Zhang isn't in the emergency room. Try looking for him in the intensive care unit in the east wing." Yan Ming had a dubious suspicion about the situation, but didn't say it outright.

The Beggar Ghost Group was probably used by the person in the mirror, so why doesn't he use it now?

It's already 22:41 PM, time for the person in the mirror to go to sleep.

Perhaps he is a strict and punctual worker who would never work an extra minute.

They might even slack off before the scheduled end time, trying to prolong their workday until the end of the workday.

However, the person in the mirror is not in the bed in this room; they may have deliberately avoided them and slept somewhere else.

Without much thought, Yan Ming closed the door to the small room and quickly headed towards the administration office, which connected the east and west buildings. He needed to find the monitoring room.

We didn't encounter any other ghosts along the way, and the journey to the administration building went exceptionally smoothly. It's unclear whether this was a deliberate arrangement by the hospital.

Or perhaps the person in the mirror suddenly went to sleep, disrupting the plans of the person in control.

Following the map in the corridor, he found the door to the monitoring room. The old woman didn't hesitate much when faced with the iron lock on the door. She didn't attack the lock, but simply made a hole in the wooden door.

"boom--"

The wooden door was violently pushed open, and Yan Ming walked to a large LCD screen with 64 surveillance images, silently spying from various hidden corners of the hospital.

He could feel the ghostly eyes on his body stirring, and then they opened in horror from beside him.

"Ghosts have existed since ancient times, but they are not ancient beings. On the contrary, their abilities manifest in a way that is more modern than one might imagine."

Yan Ming deeply understood Dr. Wang's theory, because the ghosts that had infiltrated the office building were practically everywhere. They could spread through mobile phones and lurk in electrical wires. As long as they met the concept of ability, strange things would arise.

Purely idealistic.

As is the case now, surveillance is undoubtedly the electronic device that best fits the concept of a "spy."

As the ghost eye stared at the 64 frames of surveillance footage in front of it, those 64 locations were under surveillance, and it was as if a crack had appeared in the lens of those cameras.

A cold, evil eye lurked in the crevice.

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