If you are asked to be a professional bootlicker, you will turn the goddess into a clown?

Feeling the strong and warm touch of Zhang Yang's hand, Xia Xueqi felt a little more at ease. She nodded slightly and followed him to the bedside.

They noticed at a glance that the bed number at the head of the bed was a bit strange. The bed numbers of ordinary beds were 10, 11, 12, etc.

However, on the head of the bed here, there is a string of seemingly disorganized numbers and characters, and these numbers and characters are written very large and conspicuous.

Zhang Yang leaned over and used a flashlight to check the number and number of one of the beds. He took out a piece of paper and a pen from his arms, temporarily let go of Xia Xueqi's hand, and began to record.

Somehow, as soon as his hand loosened, Xia Xueqi felt uneasy even though he was right in front of her.

At this moment, a horrifying scene appeared. On the hospital bed behind Zhang Yang, the figure covered by the white sheets suddenly sat up slowly, but without making any sound.

Xia Xueqi was so frightened that she couldn't even make a sound. She fell to the ground, pulling Zhang Yang's trouser leg with one hand and pointing at the bed behind him with the other, crying, "Zhang... Zhang Yang, you... look..."

Zhang Yang had finished recording at this time. He straightened up and looked at Xia Xueqi in confusion and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"You...you...behind you..." Before she could finish her words, the figure quickly fell back onto the bed, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Yang turned around and looked in the direction of her finger, only to see a human figure covered with a white cloth on the hospital bed, and there was nothing unusual.

He smiled helplessly: "Silly girl, I just loosened my hand for a moment, aren't you so scared?"

He pulled Xia Xueqi up, turned around and looked at the bed and said, "We've been here for a while, it's impossible for someone to be lying here pretending to be a ghost. The cloth is so thick that it's hard to breathe when covering your face."

"But...but I clearly saw it. Just now, it...it sat up." The horrifying scene just now still made Xia Xueqi shudder.

Zhang Yang walked to the head of the bed, grabbed the bed sheet with one hand and said, "I bet that must be your illusion. If you don't believe me, look!"

He pulled back the sheets!

Xia Xueqi screamed and covered her eyes with her hands, not daring to look directly at him.

"Look, what's this, isn't it just a bed sheet?"

"Bed...sheets?" Xia Xueqi still didn't dare to take her hands away from her face. She slowly opened her fingers and looked at the bed through her fingers. Lying on it was indeed a quilt folded into a human shape. There was nothing special about it.

Only then did she dare to slowly lower her hands from her face: "But...but I just saw it really sit up."

Zhang Yang spread his hands and said, "You can see that these are the decorations used by the haunted house to scare people. Maybe there is some mechanism that made it sit up just now." He shook the note in his hand and said, "Let's start decrypting now. We have to hurry to the next level."

Xia Xueqi calmed down her frightened mood and her voice finally returned to normal: "How do we solve this puzzle? There are eight numbers on it. Could they be the password?"

"The bed number is 1825&36@42. Obviously, it is impossible to open the combination lock by simply entering these eight numbers. From the literal meaning, it should be a simple calculation."

Xia Xueqi smiled awkwardly: "You already know what to do, right?" After the shock just now, her mind was blank, and she was afraid that she would have to leave the solving of the mystery to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the clue should be those geometric figures in the corridor." After he said that, he was about to walk out of the room.

"Hey, wait." Xia Xueqi called him. She walked to Zhang Yang's side in small steps, held his hand tightly and said, "Don't let go of my hand again."

Her frightened look made people laugh. No wonder she became a national goddess. Zhang Yang said, "Okay, okay, from now on, I will never leave you."

Not knowing how long the words "I will never leave you" would be valid for, Xia Xueqi couldn't help but hold his hand tighter.

Zhang Yang took the note and studied it carefully in the corridor outside. The geometric figures in the corridor seemed to be messy, but in fact they had a certain pattern.

Moreover, every three geometric shapes are roughly arranged together, and their number corresponds exactly to the number of hospital beds.

Finally, after some deliberation and verification, Zhang Yang has discovered that these geometric figures correspond to the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division signs in mathematics.

After two failed attempts, Zhang Yang finally determined that the bed they were looking at was 1825&36@42, which should be 18+25=43, 36*42=1512, and the sum of the two numbers is &@.

The two came to the password door and tried to open it again. As expected, the door emitted a green light and a prompt sounded: "Only two people can pass through each time. Please enter the next scene, the operating room."

Xia Xueqi's face lit up with joy. They could finally leave this creepy ward area. They had just walked back and forth in the ward several times to verify the arithmetic symbols. She was so scared that the human-shaped quilt on the bed would sit up again like it did just now.

Fortunately, I don’t know if it’s because I was holding Zhang Yang’s hand, but these strange things didn’t scare them at all.

The two walked into the operating room, and in front of them was a dark operating room. Above the door of the operating room was a green operating light.

Now we are entering the third area. As long as we clear three more areas, we can get out of this scary haunted house. Zhang Yang is really too reliable. He can solve any problem.

As she was thinking this, she suddenly heard a groan of pain from the front, followed by a sinister laugh.

"Why does this voice sound like the voice of Brother Chen, the staff member outside?" Xia Xueqi was still frightened by the sinister smile of the staff member just now.

"You're overthinking it. That's the sound effect the haunted house uses to create the atmosphere."

Zhang Yang still looked relaxed. To him, these scenes, which he knew were fake, were nothing compared to the terrifying scene he had just experienced at work.

He walked forward, holding Xia Xueqi with one hand, and pushed the door open with the other hand, causing the door to creak with a sharp sound.

What appeared before them was an extremely realistic operating room, with everything that a normal operating room had.

The operating table in the center of the room was empty, but the bed was covered in blood, as if the doctors had just performed a major operation here. There was even a faint smell of blood in the air.

Several of the surgical lights on the ceiling had broken down, and only two dim lights were illuminating the operating table.