Feng Zhibai's eyes widened, his body went limp and he rolled his eyes and passed out.

What on earth do these two consist of!

"No, no, it's a joke."

Seeing that Feng Zhibai was really speechless, Lao Mi Tou quickly regained his position and said, "I'm teasing you. Let's relieve the awkward atmosphere."

It was rare for Chen Xiaodao to win back the game. He chuckled twice and crossed his arms across his chest: "Don't worry, he is just a grudge. I, Chen Xiaodao, don't take him seriously yet."

Shaking his head, Feng Zhibai was too lazy to pay attention to them, and changed into a comfortable posture to close his eyes and rest.

Yan Kuan never spoke.

He has no say in this matter.

And he remains neutral as to whether there are real grudges.

Because I have never seen that resentful ghost with my own eyes.

But I can't help but believe it, after all, what happened in the afternoon did happen.

So now, all he can do is try his best to find out the truth.

This is used to verify the authenticity of things.

Soon, the car was driving on the highway.

Gu Yu and the shocked and injured police officers were sent to the Municipal People's Hospital.

As the victim, Gu Yu was also sent to a separate ward for rest.

The other police officers were discharged from the hospital one after another after cleaning their wounds.

By the time Feng Zhibai and others arrived at the Municipal People's Hospital, it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon.

In summer, it gets dark relatively late, and the weather is clear. The sun has just set at around six o'clock in the afternoon, so everything is bright and clear.

Before arriving at the hospital, Yan Kuan woke the three of them up, parked the car on the side of the road, and then told them about Jiang Guyu's situation.

"His current mental state is very unstable. It was nothing unusual for him to faint when he was first brought here. But after he woke up, he kept shouting that there was a ghost and someone wanted to catch him. He has been making trouble all afternoon now. According to the doctor,

It's a neurological problem, it might be difficult to find out anything when we go in."

After locking the car, Yan Kuan walked towards the hospital.

There are many people coming and going at the main entrance of the hospital.

Nurses running in a hurry, doctors with serious faces, strangers calling anxiously, and family members squatting in the corner crying silently.

The various aspects of life after illness can be seen clearly in the hospital.

Feng Zhibai didn't like this kind of place very much, just like she didn't like the battlefield before.

The passing of life is painful and numb to her.

"Which floor is it on?"

After entering the elevator, Chen Xiaodao reached out and pressed the elevator button.

"404 on the fourth floor, the last room on the corner."

After Yan Kuan said the floor number and room number, Feng Zhibai and the other three all turned pale.

Numbers are unlucky and very bad.

Why are there still such serial numbers in this hospital?

After pressing the button on the fourth floor, no one said anything.

This is not the right time to laugh.

With a ding, the elevator reached the first floor, and four people got out of the elevator one after another. Yan Kuan turned right and turned to the right.

The last ward is at the end window.

Lao Mi Tou walked among a few people, looking towards the front, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh, this location is really not good, the back is in the shade and the sun is not facing the sun, and it is the last room."

"Any idea?"

Hearing what Lao Mi Tou said, Yan Kuan turned around and looked at him.

Even Feng Zhibai and Chen Xiaodao also cast their eyes over.

When did this little old man become diligent and studious? He actually knew that he could not face the sun when he was carrying the shadow?

"What can I say? It's just the same old thing." He pointed to the window and stairs next to the ward: "Look at the location of this room. When we entered the hospital, the sun outside was fine. After sunset, the afterglow will shine through.

The window leads to the corridor. But in this corner of the ward, the window has neither ventilation nor ventilation, let alone light. There is no light on all sides. Over time, it is easy for unclean things to breed, especially since the window is still overcast. Yin breeds yin.

, it will become evil after a long time.”

"And there are a lot of innocent ghosts hiding in the hospital. This place simply provides a good hiding place for those things."

Putting down his hand, Lao Mi Tou unconsciously leaned towards Chen Xiaodao: "We used to have an old saying in the village that the last room was not for people to live in, but for ghosts. And this room on this floor

The number, four floors four and four, is homophonic to death, death, death. No matter how you hear it, you will feel unlucky, right?"

When I was a child, there were many such sayings in the countryside.

Even now, there are still various theories circulating in many places.

Yan Kuan is a policeman, and the education he received since childhood is: science first.

But after what happened this afternoon, he is now hesitant about the supremacy of science.

"Let's go in and take a look first. Maybe nothing will happen."

Staggering, Yan Kuan glanced at the room number of the ward with slight embarrassment.

Maybe what Lao Mi Tou said was too deeply rooted in people's hearts. He didn't notice that the door to the room was opened when he walked forward.

When he raised his head, he happened to bump into someone coming out of the ward.

The sudden appearance of the figure startled him!

"ah!"

The person who opened the door to the ward obviously didn't notice anyone in front of the door. When he opened the door, he only heard a sound, which scared him so much that he screamed subconsciously.

"ah!"

"Ahhh! Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

As the two screamed one after another, Gu Yu's fearful screams also came from the ward.

Feng Zhibai and the three of them clung to each other, their ears hurting from the loud shouts.

They all raised their hands to plug their ears. Feng Zhibai looked disgusted: "Stop!"

The roar from this voice had a bit of power, causing all the loud shouts to stop.

Even Gu Yu also stopped.

"Yan Ju? You scared me to death!"

The person who opened the door was also wearing a police uniform. When he saw that it was Yan Kuan, he swallowed his saliva and calmed down.

Yan Kuan was really frightened. He leaned against the door frame and his legs became weak.

"Xiang Nan, can you not make a fuss in the future? Can you open the door and knock on it in advance? I'm scared to death."

Holding on to the door frame, Yan Kuan barely stood up.

Feng Zhibai raised his starry eyes and looked at the policeman named Xiang Nan.

Zuo Shanlin is twenty-nine. His eyebrows are lowered, he is suspicious and worried about his life, and he is suffering.

The forehead is narrow, the eyes are dull and lack of energy.

It was obvious that he had a bitter look on his face, but there was an official look between his brows.

Feng Zhibai cast his starry eyes on the sides and middle of his cheeks again.

Having tall and straight mountain roots is a good thing, but his cheekbones on both sides are high but flat and fleshless.

Looking at his eyebrows, he looks short, selfish, and has a bad temper.

Moreover, when he reaches middle age, he will be more likely to get involved in lawsuits.

Tilting his neck, Feng Zhibai frowned.

"You have an official position but you are involved in lawsuits. Is it corruption and bribery? A secret marriage?"

"What are you mumbling about?"

Chen Xiaodao was also looking at Xiang Nan's face.

Hearing Feng Zhibai mumble, he asked in a low voice.

After straightening his head, Feng Zhibai shook his head and said nothing.

Things in this world are too complicated, and it is better to do less than to do more.

The policeman named Xiang Nan brushed his chest and tried to calm himself down.
To be continued...