Infinity: Others play games with krypton gold, I play games with krypton life

The automatic locks in the Nanshan Hospital wards are extremely sturdy, but the door panels are very old.

Not only is the sound insulation extremely poor, but there is also a finger-wide gap on one side of the door.

There is no need to get close, with Ling Rizhao's 2.0 vision, you can easily see what is inside the door.

Just this one glance made him a little dazed.

Although the sound coming from inside the door had already made him guess, seeing it with his own eyes still shocked Ling Rizhao, a virgin who had been single for twenty-five years.

The scene before my eyes was simply too...

The layout inside the door was similar to that of Xiao Qianchuan's ward. It was a small single room with a bed next to a small table and a small sofa near the iron window.

Simple, that's all.

At this moment, Ma Keze's hands were tied to the iron bed frame above his head. The distance was too high, so he had to stretch his arms to barely prevent his shoulders from being pulled and dislocated.

His entire body was covered with crisscrossing whip wounds, some of which even extended downwards.

None of the wounds were serious, not even a single wound broke the skin, but they were still very shocking to look at.

And the abusers continue.

"Shh! Why are you begging for mercy so soon today? I've just started, you better listen!"

Shi Dizhe stood beside the bed in a neat white coat, in stark contrast to the person lying on it. He raised and lowered the strangely shaped whip in his hand, causing Ma Keze to tremble all over.

"Look! Your little one is so energetic. He loves it very much."

"I like it. It's too exciting. Please don't use your innate skills, okay? Don't use the whip."

Ma Keze's long hair was already soaked by sweat or tears, and it stuck to his face, messy. He was hoarse and almost broke down and cried.

It looked so pitiful, but the man standing beside the bed remained unmoved.

"not good."

Ma Keze cried even harder.

"But...I was very good today."

Shi Dise showed no mercy, he gave the order coldly.

"Strengthen your body's tolerance."

Ma Keze on the hospital bed shook his head but could not say anything to refuse. After a long time together, his body and mind had long been accustomed to unconditional obedience to orders.

Almost at the same time when Shi Dise gave the order, the marks of violence on Ma Keze's body disappeared visibly.

"So good!"

The man was generous with his praise. He reached out and touched Ma Keze's head, then picked up the electrode pad beside him and stuck it on his chest.

The screams in the ward suddenly reached a peak.

Shi Dise smiled and raised his hand to turn the stun gun to the maximum, his eyes full of interest.

The torture was far from over, but Ling Rizhao couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

He left as quietly as he came, and continued walking downstairs along the gray and white marks on the ground.

There was no further delay along the way and Ling Rizhao soon arrived at the first floor lobby.

Nanshan Anding Hospital does not provide consultations at night, and the gates are locked at 5 o'clock.

The night was exceptionally quiet, with a pale light coming from the end of the dark corridor. The old chandelier had poor contact and flickered from time to time.

The wind that leaked in through the window sounded like sobbing, and it brought a creepy chill when it blew on my body.

An old hospital at night is the place that can most quickly evoke a sense of horror, and this material is indispensable to many bloody and bizarre horror stories.

Nanshan Anding Hospital is a leader among them.

When Ling Rizhao was young, he heard a lot of strange stories about this hospital.

What about the cleaning lady mopping the floor with her head in the middle of the night, the caring roommates leaning back to back under the hospital bed, and the faceless child crying for his mother in the women's bathroom...

It can be put together into a collection of weird stories.

Ling Rizhao is a very staunch materialist. Even now that there is a ghost leading the way, he remains firm in his heart.

He believed that all the monsters would eventually have a scientific explanation, but human technology had not yet developed to that point.

But materialism is materialism, and tension is tension.

Ling Rizhao unconsciously quickened his pace and continued down following the instructions.

There was no security guard on the stairwell leading down from the first floor, nor was there an iron gate blocking it. It was not until he went down the last step that Ling Rizhao realized why this part of the hospital, which was guarded strictly throughout, was the only one so lax.

Ling Rizhao looked up and saw that the entire floor was pitch black, with only a sign directly opposite that was lit.

Morgue.

The light was pale, just like Ling Rizhao's face at the moment.

Looking down at the mark on the ground pointing forward, Ling Rizhao stood there for a while, but still pushed the door open and went in.

The thickened iron door was very heavy and required some strength to push. As the door hinges creaked, Ling Rizhao's arm muscles tensed.

The sound of metal scraping against the ground irritated the eardrums and gave people a headache. Ling Rizhao frowned and exerted force suddenly, and the door opened a crack.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew out from the door, blowing all over his arms, making Ling Rizhao shiver with cold.

It's March, and the air conditioner is on inside?

But when he thought that this was a morgue, Ling Rizhao suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with it. Low temperature was indeed conducive to preserving corpses.

Although Ling Rizhao had dealt with corpses many times, this was the first time he went to the morgue alone in the middle of the night.

He withdrew his numb hands, lowered his head and blew some warm air into his palms, then pushed the door open in one go.

The light from the doorplate behind me could only illuminate a small area under my feet, and it was pitch black all around.

Ling Rizhao rubbed the wall beside the door for a while and successfully found the light switch.

With a snap, the entire space was instantly illuminated.

Ling Rizhao's eyes narrowed slightly because of the brightness. After adjusting to the light, he stared at the densely packed and neatly arranged metal refrigerators on the wall in a daze.

There are 4 rows of freezers, 25 in each row, a total of 100. The gray and white sign stops at the door and stops there.

How to find this?

Ling Rizhao glanced from left to right and asked, "Where is He?"

The entire morgue was silent and quiet; Ling Rizhao's words even echoed here.

But the mark did not appear again.

Ling Rizhao looked at the number on the cabinet door and fell into deep thought.

In which cabinet will the evil god lie?

Is it cabinet No. 1 that symbolizes the beginning, or the last one that symbolizes the end?

Perhaps it is the number 66, which represents the devil in the West, or it could be the number 4, which is recognized as the most unlucky number in the East.

Ling Rizhao will not consider the random possibility for the time being.

He didn't have that much time to waste here, as Xiao Qianchuan was still waiting for him to come back upstairs.

Ling Rizhao tried to put himself in his shoes. If he were the evil god, what would he choose?

Being sealed and unable to move freely, he would very much hope that his only believer could find him as soon as possible.

Xiao Qianchuan knew very little about the origin and background of the evil god, so this number would not be related to Luo Xie himself.

Then it could only be related to Xiao Qianchuan.

Ling Rizhao walked straight to counter No. 33 without hesitation.

March 3rd is Shangsi Festival.

It originated from the sacrificial activities of bathing in orchid soup to ward off evil spirits. The ancients would go to the river to bathe in groups and add orchids to the water to drive away evil spirits, which was called "楓禊".

This number might be just right to suppress the evil god, but it was not the main basis for Ling Rizhao's judgment.

The key point is March 3rd.

Ling Rizhao remembered it very clearly.

That day was Xiao Qianchuan’s birthday.