Chapter 165

The corridor is narrow and the atmosphere is depressing and silent.

The group of people clung to the wall and groped forward. The sound of their footsteps was very low, and they could only faintly hear the rustle of their clothes.

It was so quiet that it was almost scary.

Like a dark lake, there is endless darkness in all directions, and the fear brought by the unknown is boundless, giving people the illusion of being out of breath.

The weak light of the flashlight is like a thin strip of light, and everyone's heart is suspended on it.

Wen Jianyan moved forward step by step.

As he walked, he sketched the picture of this layer in his mind.

So far, they have walked almost 50% of the distance, but... they have not encountered any high-risk patients so far.

Wen Jian glanced to the side without saying anything.

The metal railing reflected weak light under the light of the flashlight, and the surface was a dark, blurry shadow.

"Still no one?"

He lowered his voice and asked Huang Mao walking beside him.

Huang Mao nodded, and also lowered his voice and replied: "No."

"..."

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, looked away, and slowly continued walking forward.

Along the way, the iron doors of all the wards were wide open, but not a single person was seen so far.

This does not make him feel safe, on the contrary, it brings an unprecedented sense of crisis.

The corridor in front of me seemed to be endless.

Time passed by second by second, and the "groping" in the darkness was so long that the meaning of time and distance gradually became blurred, as if crawling in a tunnel for an entire century.

Wen Jianyan suddenly stopped.

Su Cheng, who was following closely behind, was caught off guard and almost hit his back, triggering a series of chain reactions in the team. A low-pitched question came from behind: "What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes silently and looked around slowly.

strangeness……

Logically speaking, we should be 100% gone by now.

However, the corridor in front of me still seems to have no end.

Although darkness and silence can blur human senses, Wen Jianyan has been counting down the seconds in his heart from the beginning, calculating his own pace, and even if there may be deviations, they will not be too far off.

Under the weak light beam of the flashlight, the corridor extended deeper. On one side were the same iron bars and cells as before, on the other side were cold walls, and in the distance was bottomless darkness.

It's like they are always treading water.

...something's not quite right.

Wen Jianyan slowly moved his fingers, sticky sweat seeping out of his palms, and the cold column of the flashlight was warmed by the covering.

"Are ghosts hitting the wall?" Su Cheng from behind asked in a low voice.

"I'm not sure-"

Wen Jianyan shook his head subconsciously, but the next second, his answering voice was stuck in his throat, unable to rise or fall.

"It doesn't matter,"

Huang Mao on the side looked at the direction illuminated by the flashlight and spoke in a low voice, breaking the silence:

"I'm at the exit. We should be there soon."

"..."

Wen Jianyan's eyes flashed and she said, "Okay, let's keep walking."

Soon, just as Huang Mao said, after passing through the last two iron gates, the staircase extending upward appeared in front of everyone.

There didn't seem to be any danger around, and a faint light came from above the stairs, dispelling the thick darkness in the corridor he just walked through.

It's like a spider's thread reaching down into an abyss, or like a piece of driftwood appearing in front of you before drowning. It carries a magical power that makes people want to breathe a sigh of relief.

Wen Jianyan stopped at the stairs and listened with bated breath.

There was no sticky, squirming sound above the head, there were no footsteps at the bottom of the stairs, and there were no signs of illness from the patients on the second floor.

"Go up there. Is there a nest?"

He asked Huang Mao.

Huang Mao nodded, walked up the stairs, stood at the junction of the stairs, stood on his tiptoes slightly, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, then shook his head and said affirmatively:

"Don't worry, no."

He turned his head and waved to the people at the bottom of the stairs: "There shouldn't be any danger up there, come quickly."

The others immediately followed suit.

Only Wen Jianyan did not move. He stood there, holding a flashlight in his hand, quietly watching his companions take steps toward the front.

The light at the top of the stairs was weak, but in the endless darkness behind it, it was like a firefly that brought peace, shining silently not far above the head.

Su Cheng passed by. He stood on the stairs in front of Wen Jianyan and turned around:

"What's wrong?"

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes. His amber eyes shone slightly under the light of the flashlight. The expression in his eyes was dark, almost blending into the darkness behind him. He said abruptly:

"The devil beats the wall."

"What?" Su Cheng was startled.

"You just asked me if I encountered a ghost hitting the wall."

Wen Jianyan stared at the teammates in front of him and said lightly, "Why do you think so?"

Su Cheng can't memorize pictures, let alone count his heartbeats and calculate the time and steps.

In other words, he most likely doesn't know how long it takes to walk up this floor and how long this road is.

He didn't even know why he stopped just now.

However, the moment Wen Jianyan stopped, the other party did not ask why - he did not ask whether he had arrived or something strange, but asked directly.

"Is it a ghost hitting the wall?"

Wen Jianyan's eyes moved to the other three people.

Their backs were turned to him, and they did not turn around even when he was talking to Su Cheng.

Since entering this corridor, they have not made a sound or even "showed" their faces.

Something is wrong.

Something is so wrong.

What's more important is that it's not just this corridor that's wrong, but also the team members around him.

...every teammate.

As if the color faded from the canvas, Su Cheng and Huang Mao's faces lost their expressions. They stared blankly at him, their four eyes staring straight, without any emotion.

On Wen Jianyan's body, it almost made people's hair stand on end.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously tightened his fingers and took a step back without leaving any trace.

"Kaka."

"Kaka."

A slight sound of bones rubbing together sounded, which was particularly harsh in the silent corridor.

The other three teammates, who had never shown their faces, turned their heads slowly, one by one. Under the dim light at the end of the stairs not far away, Wen Jianyan saw their faces clearly——

They were three blank faces without facial features.

"..."

My day!!!

Wen Jianyan jumped up, turned around and ran away like he was desperate.

He ran wildly along the way he came, and the messy footsteps behind him followed him like a shadow, as if they were close to the back of his head.

Even without looking back, he knew that the five "teammates" were following closely behind him, chasing him as if chasing a ghost for his life.

My day, my day, my day!

Wen Jianyan gritted her teeth and cursed secretly in her heart. Her heart was beating wildly in her ears, and the hot blood flow hit her eardrums, making irregular pulsing sounds.

It really is!!!

As he ran, his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about his situation.
To be continued...