Chapter 113 Can't Win

Drip… drip… drip…

The hands of the clock moved.

Few people pay attention to these subtle changes. People always say they want to cherish time, shouting that every inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but very few people actually do it.

But many people have had this kind of experience: suddenly, you quiet down and hear the "drip" of the clock. You can clearly perceive that time is quietly passing, and with it, your life.

This is a terrifying silence, a silence that makes goosebumps rise all over your body. It seems that there really is a Book of Life and Death, which has already written down everyone's fate.

People live just to complete this process.

According to the records in the Book of Life and Death, to be born,

And then, according to the records in the Book of Life and Death, to die.

This is the great terror hidden in time.

In the basement of the unlicensed hospital, the space was not very large, but it was divided into small rooms, each with a bed.

Some beds had people lying on them.

Some beds had people lying on them before.

Some beds were waiting for the next person to lie down.

This was not hell, but it carried the breath of death.

Around, there were some doctors and nurses walking around, but here, in this hospital, they were not the white-clad angels who rescued the dying and healed the wounded.

They were simply observing, recording, and recording the data of each target, and then synchronizing and uploading it to the internet.

It was like playing the soccer lottery, where the odds constantly changed. The star player of a team suddenly gets injured, or the head coach suddenly changes, and various factors on and off the field would cause the odds to change.

Here, it was the same. The vital signs data of each person made the gamblers sitting in front of the computer screen excited to read carefully.

They probably didn't look at their parents' medical records as seriously as they did now.

From the real-time monitoring videos, from the lines between the various data, they sought their own judgment and threw out the chips in their hands.

This was a game of betting on life, and what the gamblers gained here was not only the return on the odds but also the pleasure of controlling life.

And these pleasures were built on trampling on the lives of their fellow human beings.

A woman who was originally lying on the bed suddenly struggled to sit up, and at this time, it was the time for the doctors and nurses nearby to change shifts, and the staff in the monitoring room may have been distracted and did not issue a notice about the woman's changes.

The woman pulled out the tubes from her body, and she struggled to get out of bed, but the whole person rolled directly to the ground.

She was much younger than the others on the bed, looking only in her thirties or forties, but her body was obviously severely swollen. Her calves were so thick that it was hard to imagine, almost swollen into a block.

She couldn't stand up. Every day, even her food intake was quantitative and specific, without any excess. This was for fairness.

The fairness that people pursued was most thoroughly implemented in this aspect.

She was crawling,

She was trying to crawl,

She crawled to the door. The door was covered. She pushed the door open with force and continued to crawl out. She was like Sadako crawling out of the TV, with white clothes and messy hair, but she was still alive.

Of course, she wouldn't live long. The lamp of life had already begun to sway on her body, about to wither.

She was very lucky. She crawled out of the narrow ward, crawled into the aisle, crawled to the door of the office. Along the way, no one passed by and no one noticed her.

Her hand was placed on the office door. She wanted to ask the doctor inside to let her make a phone call.

There was an electronic clock in her ward, showing the date and time.

Today was her son's fifth birthday.

She wanted to remind her husband to celebrate her son's birthday.

Thinking of her son, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Her son was her deepest bond. Every mother who was even slightly normal would love her child.

She suffered from this disease and couldn't be cured. The family's conditions were not good, and her husband was a gambler and had no job. Before, the family relied on her working outside to support them. Now, she had this disease that modern medicine could not cure.

She couldn't bear to spend the family's already thin savings on treating her disease. Her son was going to kindergarten, going to school, and needed money now and in the future.

Her husband knelt in front of her and asked her to come here.

She knew what this place was. She knew what the two cameras in the ward were for.

She agreed, she promised.

Dying at home was dying, and dying here was also dying. She knew that she had become a chip, but at least, as this chip, the platform would give the family a large sum of money.

The family needed money, and her child needed money to grow up.

Her husband knelt in front of her and promised that he would turn over a new leaf, be a good person, a good father, and raise his son well.

She knew she was dying,

She kept staring at the timetable,

She wanted to hold on,

Hold on to remind her husband to celebrate her son's birthday. She wanted to hold on until this day,

This was the reason why she was lying in the hospital bed, unable to receive any treatment, not even painkillers, enduring the pain every day but always holding on to a breath and not dying.

She pushed the door,

She couldn't push it,

She was already very tired,

And she didn't have much strength.

And in the office, there was a quarrel.

The voices of the quarreling parties were very familiar. One was the main doctor who would check her three times a day, and the other was her husband.

She smiled,

Her husband was actually here,

Then she could tell him about her son's birthday in person.

She could also ask her husband to bring a few words to her son. As a mother, she would be in heaven, always accompanying her child's growth.

"Why isn't she dead yet, why isn't she dead yet!" her husband roared.

"How would I know? Your own wife won't die, blame us?" This was the doctor's voice.

"But I bet 200,000 that she would die last week. I thought she wouldn't survive last week."

"Your wife's vitality is amazing. It can be regarded as a medical miracle. It's been so long since the medication was stopped. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to hold on."

"It was you, you told me, told me that she would die last week, so I dared to bet 200,000, 200,000!"

"Let go, let go of me! Are you out of your mind? I'm not the King of Hell, I can't control who lives and who dies."

"If you can't control it, why did you reveal this news to me and take a kickback from me? You're deliberately trying to harm me!

Do you know that this 200,000 is the money that my wife exchanged for her life!"

"I'm calling security if you do this again."

"Help me, I'll bet another 100,000, and you let her die this week, okay? Give her a shot secretly and let her die this week, so I can get my money back and still make a profit!"

"Bet another 100,000? Where did you get another 100,000?"

"I sold my son for 100,000!

When I get back on my feet and get my money back, I'll redeem my son.

Doctor, please help me and secretly kill her, otherwise I'll lose my wife and my son!"

"Hehe, you are one of a kind. Sorry, there are rules here, there is camera monitoring, I will not do such a thing."

"Then what should I do, what should I do?

That's right, doctor, let me see her, let me see her, which ward is she in? I'll go see her, I'll let her die, this week she'll die, she understands!

If she doesn't die, her son can't be redeemed, and the family's money will be gone. She likes me very much, loves her son very much, as long as you let me see her, she will definitely be willing to die for her son.

Doctor, I beg you,

Doctor, I beg you, doctor."

"This does not meet the requirements. We are not some wild side business. We are very formal. And because we are formal, the most customers come to bet with us."

"This is for you, for you, when you check her, help me bring a message, and then you can also bet. Believe me, she will die, she is willing."

The voices of the two men continued,

And the woman outside the door,

Was already out of breath,

But her eyes,

Were wide open,

On the closed door,

There were still scratches, fingernail scratches.

………………

Outside the hospital, Zhou Ze and the old Taoist stood there.

"Old Taoist, do you still have that kind of talisman?"

"No, it's an ancestral treasure, long gone,

Last time I used the last two to take photos of hair at the bookstore."

The old Taoist said sincerely, "If I had any, I would definitely give it to you, boss."

"Oh." Zhou Ze responded.

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out and unconsciously touched himself.

The next moment,

Suddenly it was hot,

So hot that the old Taoist jumped up and quickly reached in and took out a red-hot talisman.

"Wuwuwu… hiss hiss hiss… so hot, so hot."

He immediately said:

"Hahahaha, boss, isn't it amazing? I actually forgot that I still have one here, the last one, really the last one."

"I didn't plan to ask you for it." Zhou Ze said.

"What?"

"I originally wanted to remind you that there will be a very powerful vengeful spirit returning on her seventh day after death. The resentment may be relatively heavy. If your talisman is still hidden, it may hurt a lot."

The old Taoist's face immediately twisted into a chrysanthemum:

"Boss, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You said you didn't have it anymore, so I believed you."

"…………" The old Taoist.

Dispelling the burning sensation, the old Taoist looked at the hospital in front of him. It seemed that the light was much dimmer. Even if the old Taoist didn't have much Taoist magic, he could feel that something was happening in this hospital.

"Old Taoist, what do you think?" Zhou Ze asked.

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment,

What do you mean what do I think,

Are you a ghost or am I a ghost,

Are you a ghost messenger or am I a ghost messenger,

This place is haunted, and you're still asking me what I think.

What nonsense are you asking!

But the old Taoist immediately answered seriously:

"Boss, there must be something strange about this!"

"Hehe."

The old Taoist felt a little inexplicable.

After a while, he saw that Zhou Ze had no intention of going in, and said, "Boss, these scumbags must be scumbags, not worth helping."

The old Taoist was worried that Zhou Ze would go in directly to catch ghosts.

He knew Zhou Ze's character, very disciplined, completely different from his previous boss.

"We went in, but the security guard kicked us out." Zhou Ze said.

"Huh?"

"The seventh day after death of this vengeful spirit has a lot of resentment, so it's very unusual. Moreover, in this place, every once in a while, someone dies staring at the clock with their own eyes. Layer after layer of resentment is constantly superimposed, and finally falls on this ghost. Therefore, her momentum is so great when she returns on the seventh day.

She even has the ability to harm ordinary people."

"So fierce?" The old Taoist smacked his lips. Why did he feel a little excited?

It would be best to kill these scumbags!

"Actually, she wouldn't have become so exaggerated all of a sudden." Zhou Ze added.

"What's going on?" The old Taoist looked around. "Are there any mysterious people nearby promoting it?"

Zhou Ze nodded.

The old Taoist immediately widened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Can you find them, boss?"

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"Then what should we do? What if that guy has ulterior motives?" The old Taoist was a little anxious.

"That person should have cut off the bond between the clock and the female ghost, which is equivalent to opening the cage that was imprisoning the female ghost. This is an evil ghost being released.

If that security guard hadn't stopped me, I could have prevented this from happening, alas."

"Don't…" The old Taoist said halfway, then smiled awkwardly, "Boss, why don't I go in with you now?"

The boss wanted to catch ghosts to increase his performance, so the old Taoist could only choose to follow.

"I'm not going. The security guard is too fierce and too strong. The two of us, an old man and a disabled man, can't win."

"I can…" The old Taoist wanted to volunteer, that security guard looked like he was all brawn, but the old Taoist was confident that he could deal with him, and besides, that guy didn't know what the ghosts inside had done to him.

But the old Taoist suddenly recalled a scene,

The boss just said that someone cut off the bond between the female ghost and the clock, letting the evil ghost out of the cage,

The old Taoist thought of when he and that security guard were fighting,

The boss standing in front of the clock behind him seemed to have plucked the clock with his fingernails.

That's right,

He remembered correctly!

"Boss, I can't beat him, I'm old, I'm useless."

The old Taoist pretended to be very frustrated and winked at Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze was noncommittal,

Put his hand to his mouth,

To his fingernails,

Gently,

Blew………………