Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen waved his hand calmly: "It's okay, I'll go back first. Don't go to those unfamiliar mountains casually in the future. If you are unlucky and run into evil spirits, it will be fatal."

"Yes, yes, we will remember it. Thank you, Master Su."

Looking at the people gradually going away, Xu Yan slowly breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Chen Xiao, let's go back and give the amulet to Su Yi as soon as possible. This time it's all thanks to Master Su."

"Okay, go back."

*

In front of Qingshan Mental Hospital

The director frowned as he looked at the list. The assistant beside him said, "Director, there are thirty more mentally ill people this month, and they all have the same symptoms. Is mental illness contagious?"

The two men looked at the thirty people on the lawn who were like puppets, staring at one spot with empty eyes. They were like bodies that had lost their souls, just sitting there blankly.

Some family members stood in front of them and cried, but the other party did not react at all. It was more like they had lost their souls than being mentally ill.

"Xiao Wu, do you also think they are mentally ill?"

"Ah, isn't that so? If they weren't mentally ill, their families wouldn't have sent them here. These people are relatively easy to take care of, but their eyes are so creepy."

The dean looked at him deeply and said calmly, "Report it to the special agent. There's something fishy going on here. We should let them intervene to prevent more victims in the future."

"This is a mental hospital, not an asylum. With thirty cases a month, it's going to explode soon. We'd better deal with it quickly."

His workload has increased a lot recently. These "patients" look very honest, but they are unable to take care of themselves. The caregivers are almost exhausted and are about to resign if they continue to work like this.

Assistant Wu's pupils shrank upon hearing this. He looked at the people basking in the sun with a hint of fear in his eyes: "Dean, what do you mean..."

"Well, they all took bus 330, and their symptoms were exactly the same. So many coincidences put together, it's no coincidence."

"Yeah, I'll call now."

Being in a hospital, even a mental hospital, I have heard and seen countless strange things, and I have also dealt with people from the Special Department.

After a phone call, people from the Special Department arrived quickly.

Sun Chengan looked at the patient's information, then at the people basking in the sun in the yard, and whispered, "Have you figured out anything? Are those people truly crazy or are they possessed by evil spirits?"

Xie Chuan hummed: "Captain, there is something wrong with them. Their souls are gone, and only a body is left."

"They're not mentally ill. Something must have taken their souls away. The director said they all took bus 330, which I understand runs during the day."

"If it's a ghost bus, it's usually the last bus at midnight, so it shouldn't appear at noon. But you still have to go and check it out. You'll know for sure if you get on the bus."

Sun Chengan nodded and said in a deep voice, "Okay, then we'll split up. I'll go to the family's home to inquire about the situation, and you guys go find that 330 bus and keep in touch."

"If there's anything unusual, retreat immediately. Protecting yourself is the most important thing. Be careful, okay?"

"Got it, don't worry, Captain. We'll be leaving then."

Xie Chuan drove away with two people. Following the clues given by the director of the mental hospital, they went directly to the 330 bus stop, which was in a somewhat remote suburb.

Normally they would arrive around 11 o'clock, but they came a little early and sat on the bench at the bus stop waiting.

I waited until about eleven o'clock, and then a bus slowly came.

Xie Chuan, Lin Ruiyun and Xiaoxiao looked at each other, got into the car without saying anything, and stared at the driver carefully, but didn't see anything unusual. The talisman paper in their pockets didn't react either.

The three of them calmed down. It seemed that this was just an ordinary bus. If it was a ghost bus, the talisman paper should have reacted when they got on the bus.

I found a seat in the back and sat down, from where I could easily observe all the people in the front and what was happening to the people getting on the bus. It was noon and there were only about ten people on the bus.