Chapter 113 Can't Beat Him

Tick... tock... tick... tock...

The hands of the clock move.

Few people pay attention to this subtle change. People always say to cherish time, shouting that every inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but very few truly do it.

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

This is a terrifying quiet, a quiet that makes your whole body break out in goosebumps. In the dark, it seems that there really is a life-and-death book that has written down everyone's fate.

People live only to complete this process.

According to the records in the life-and-death book, to be born,

And then according to the records in the life-and-death book, to die.

This is the great terror hidden in time.

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

Some beds have people lying on them,

Some beds had people lying on them before,

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

This is not hell, but it carries the breath of death.

Around, there are some doctors and nurses walking around, but here, in this hospital, they are not the white-clothed angels who save lives and heal the wounded that people recognize.

They are simply observing, recording, and recording the data of each target, and then synchronizing it to the Internet.

Like playing soccer lotteries, the odds are constantly changing. A key player on a team is suddenly injured, the head coach is suddenly replaced, and various on-and-off-the-field changes will cause changes in the odds.

Here, it is the same. The vital sign data of each person will excite gamblers sitting in front of computer screens to read carefully.

They may not read their parents' medical records as carefully as they do now.

They look for their own judgments from the real-time monitoring videos and from the lines of data, and throw out the chips in their hands.

This is a game of gambling with lives, and what the gamblers gain here is not only the return on the odds, but also the pleasure of controlling life.

And these pleasures are built on the trampling of the lives of their own kind.

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

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

She is much younger than the others in the beds, looking only thirty or forty years old, but her body is obviously severely swollen, and her calves are so thick that it is hard to imagine, almost swollen into a block.

She can't stand up. Every day, even her food intake is quantitative and of fixed quality, without any excess. This is for fairness.

The fairness that people pursue has been most thoroughly implemented and implemented in this regard.

She is crawling,

She is trying hard to crawl,

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

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

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

Her hand is on the office door. She wants to ask the doctor inside to let her make a phone call.

There is an electronic clock in her ward, which shows the date and time.

Today is her son's fifth birthday.

She wants 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 is her deepest bond. After ten months of pregnancy, as long as she is a normal mother, who would not love her child?

She is suffering from this disease and cannot be cured. The family conditions are not good, and her husband is a gambler and has no job. Before, the family relied on her working outside to support her, but now she has this disease that modern medicine cannot cure.

She can't bear to put the family's already meager savings on her to treat the disease. Her son is going to kindergarten and going to school, and he needs money now and in the future.

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

She knows what this place is. She knows what the two cameras in the ward are for.

She agreed. She agreed.

Dying at home is dying, and dying here is also dying. She knows that she has become a bargaining chip, but at least, when she is this bargaining chip, the platform will give her family a large sum of money.

The family needs money, and her children need money when they grow up.

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

She knows she is dying soon,

She has been staring at the timetable,

She wants to hold on,

Holding on to remind her husband to celebrate her son's birthday, she wants to hold on to this day,

This is the reason why she has been lying in the hospital bed, unable to receive any treatment, and even unable to take painkillers, but has been holding her breath and not dying.

She pushes the door,

She can't push it,

She is already very tired,

And she doesn't have much strength.

In the office, there was a quarrel.

The voices of the quarreling parties are very familiar. One is the chief doctor who checks her three times every morning, noon, and night, and the other is her husband.

She smiled,

Her husband is actually here,

Then she can explain the matter of her son's birthday in person.

She can also ask her husband to bring a few words to her son. As a mother, she will always be with her children as they grow up in heaven.

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

"How would I know? You can blame us for your own wife not dying?" This is 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 has amazing vitality. It can be regarded as a medical miracle. She has been off the medicine for so long, and ordinary people would have been unable to hold on."

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

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

"You can't control it, so you revealed this news to me, and you took a kickback from me. You are deliberately trying to harm me!

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

"I'm going to call the security guard if you keep doing this."

"Help me, I'll bet another 100,000, and you let her die this week, okay? Give her a secret injection 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 make a comeback, I'll redeem my son.

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

"Hehe, you are really something. I'm sorry, there are rules here, there are camera surveillance, I won't 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, die this week, she understands!

If she doesn't die, her son can't be redeemed, and the family will be out of money. She likes me very much, and she 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 outsiders. We are very formal, and because we are formal, the most customers come to our place to bet."

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

The voices of the two men continued,

And the woman outside the door,

Has lost her breath,

But her eyes,

But staring wide,

On the closed door,

There are still scratches, fingernail scratches.

………………

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

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

"No, it's ancestral, it's gone,

The last two were used up when I took a photo of my hair in the bookstore last time."

The old Taoist said sincerely, "If I still have it, I will definitely give it to you, Boss."

"Oh." Zhou Ze responded.

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

The next moment,

Suddenly, it was hot,

The old Taoist jumped up directly, and quickly reached in and took out a red-hot talisman paper.

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

Immediately said:

"Hahahaha, Boss, don't you think it's 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 wanted to remind you that there will be a very powerful vengeful ghost returning on her first seventh day, and her resentment may be relatively heavy. If your talisman paper is still hidden, it may hurt a lot."

The old Taoist's face was immediately twisted into an old chrysanthemum:

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

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

"…………" Old Taoist.

After dispelling the burning sensation, the old Taoist looked at the hospital in front of him. The light inside seemed to be much dimmer. Even if the old Taoist didn't have much Taoism, he could feel that something was wrong 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,

There are ghosts in here, and you still ask me what I think.

What nonsense!

But the old Taoist still answered seriously and solemnly:

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

"Hehe."

The old Taoist felt a little inexplicable.

After a while, he saw that Zhou Ze didn't mean to go in, and said, "Boss, these scumbags must be scumbags, they are not worth helping."

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

He knew Zhou Ze's character, who adhered to the rules, completely different from his previous boss.

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

"Huh?"

"This vengeful ghost's first seventh day has a lot of resentment, so it's very unusual. Moreover, in this place, every once in a while, someone stares at the clock and dies. Layers of resentment are constantly superimposed, and finally fall on this ghost, so her first seventh day return is so powerful.

Even has the ability to harm ordinary people."

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

It's best to kill these scum bastards, they deserve it!

"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 pushing it?"

Zhou Ze nodded.

The old Taoist immediately widened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Can you find him, Boss?"

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"Then what should we do, what if that guy has bad intentions and other plans?" The old Taoist was a little anxious.

"That person should have cut off the connection between the clock and the female ghost, which is equivalent to opening the cage where the female ghost was imprisoned. This is the evil ghost coming out of the cage.

If it wasn't for that security guard stopping 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 wants to catch ghosts and rush for performance, so the old Taoist can only choose to follow.

"I'm not going, the security guard is too fierce and too strong. The two of us, one old man and one disabled, can't beat him."

"I can..." The old Taoist wanted to volunteer, that security guard looked like he had a face full of flesh, but the old Taoist was confident that he could deal with it, and besides, that guy didn't know what the ghost inside had done to him.

But the old Taoist suddenly recalled a scene in his mind,

The boss just said that someone cut off the connection between the female ghost and the big clock, and let the evil ghost out of the cage,

The old Taoist thought of the boss standing in front of the big clock when he and the security guard were fighting each other,

It seems that he plucked the big clock with his fingernails.

That's right,

I remember it right!

"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,

Towards his fingernails,

Gently,

Blew on it………………