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Chapter 177 177. Which floor are you going to?

Qiao Mu glanced at the older nurse Wang next door.

"If you faint now, I can put a blanket over you so you don't catch a cold."

Nurse Wang looked at her colleague who had fainted, and then at Qiao Mu.

She closed her eyes on the spot and found a comfortable position to lie down, so as not to hit her head when she actually fainted.

Qiao Mu was very satisfied with the performance of these two nurses.

You know, in horror movies, it doesn't matter if a teammate faints. The scary thing is that not only do the teammates not faint, but they are also brave enough to wander around, triggering various death plots and causing harm to other normal people.

Oh, Qiao Mu is that teammate, so that’s okay.

He thoughtfully covered the two of them with blankets from the drawer of the nurse's station, and looked at the old nurse again.

"Auntie, how many things do you remember here?"

"Here? I was hospitalized here. Then one day, I woke up and felt no pain. I have worked here for many years and am familiar with it, so I helped take care of the patients and children."

The old nurse's words had no logic, but she behaved as she should.

In Zhou Mingke's words, after consciousness is polluted, it will be eroded to a certain extent. They see different things and understand them differently. In their eyes, the world is still normal, but in the eyes of normal people, their behavior But it's very abnormal.

But this is actually relative.

For example, in ancient times, the depth of the world was much deeper than it is now. Cows, ghosts and snake gods were not legends, but real. In the eyes of "ordinary people" at that time, gods and monsters were "normal". If people today traveled through the past, I'm afraid Otherwise, it will be regarded as a lunatic.

Just like if Qiao Mu traveled back to ancient times, he might not be able to call himself a normal person.

Now the measures taken by Qiao Mu and the relevant departments are to use public awareness to drag down the anomalies in the abyss and reduce their pollution level.

At the same time, as the polluted public will continue to have people carry the pollution and die, and unpolluted newborns will gradually be born. As time goes by, different people can gradually be transformed while the depth of public cognition remains basically unchanged. The anomalies are anchored at a safe and harmless depth.

Moreover, the more powerful the anomaly, the deeper the depth. For ordinary people, they are completely unaware of it, which ensures that there will not be a situation that suddenly drags everyone in the world into the abyss.

The most dangerous among them are investigators like Qiao Mu, the Chosen Ones.

If they go deeper, they will be easily captured by anomalies and die without a burial place.

That's why it is said that these investigators are swords that protect ordinary people in the shadows.

"Do you remember where you first woke up? Was it the ward?"

Qiao Mu asked again.

"It doesn't seem like it, it's a room on the sixth floor."

The old nurse recalled it and told Qiao Mu the location.

Qiao Mu looked at the map. Apart from some wards on the sixth floor, there were also clinics where doctors were on duty. It seemed that this was the clinic the old nurse was talking about.

"There can't be some slime-like monster in the doctor's office, right?"

Qiao Mu remembered the content of a novel he had read before. There was a plot in which someone was raising monsters in a hidden room in the hospital and trying to research the technology of bringing the dead back to life. The medium of this technology was a slime-like monster.

He asked the old nurse to take care of the two nurses on duty who fainted, picked up the flashlight, and came to the elevator door.

The elevator here is very regular, there are no mirrors at the door. Qiao Mu saw some hand and footprints at the door of the elevator. Those ghost babies looked like they had climbed into the elevator.

Ding dong——

The elevator made a sound at this time, and the door slowly opened.

Qiao Mu saw several babies crawling on the floor in the huge elevator. The walls and ceiling formed a rather horrifying scene.

He went inside.

"Which floor are you going to?"

Asked.

The babies were still playing on the walls and ceiling. When they heard Qiao Mu's words, they all stopped and looked at him.

The corridor on the sixth floor is quiet. The patients have long fallen asleep. There is no nurse station on this floor, only the ever-extinguishing lights in the corridor are slightly illuminated.

On the elevator's display screen, the floor numbers were increasing, and soon they reached the sixth floor.

Ding dong——

The sound of the elevator arriving echoed in the corridor, and slowly, the elevator doors opened to both sides.

Qiao Mu's legs, arms, shoulders, and head were all covered with shriveled, pale, malnourished babies.

"Don't cover my eyes."

Qiao Mu moved away the baby's hand that was trying to cover his eyes.

He came to the corridor and passed the wards. Since the wards did not have windows that opened in the corridor, Qiao Mu could not see the scenes in the wards. He expressed great regret for this.

Qiao Mu walked to the door of the consulting room. Naturally, there was no one there now and the door was locked.

He looked around to make sure there was no one else.

Clang——

The funeral parlor's crowbar appeared in his hand, and Qiao Mu skillfully pried open the door. After entering, the crowbar disappeared.

The consulting room was empty, except for the computer, a cabinet of documents, a desk, and a chair, there was nothing special.

However, there seemed to be something blocking the moonlight behind the drawn curtains.

Those babies disappeared without knowing when, and he didn't see where they were going.

Qiao Mu walked into the house and gently opened the curtains.

He saw that it was a red wooden door.

This wooden door is tightly attached to the window without any gaps in between, as if it was made in one piece from the beginning.

The red color of the wooden door is the color of paint. I wonder if the painting technique is not good enough. Qiao Mu feels that the red paint is not dry, like blood, and may drip at any time.

There seemed to be something behind the door, and Qiao Mu seemed to hear a sound.

He approached the door, put his ear to it, and listened.

On the other side of the door, someone seemed to be whispering, someone was passing by, and there were some wild beasts roaring. I don't know if it was because Qiao Mu was leaning against him, but the voices behind the door suddenly became quiet.

He leaned against the door, trying to decipher the message.

Suddenly, a sound like countless sharp nails scratching on the door panel burst out from the door panel, accompanied by whimpering and screaming.

Qiao Mu suddenly took half a step back. He saw someone on the other side of the door seemed to be beating violently, making a banging sound, but the other party seemed unable to open the door. Only the door handle trembled slightly and clicked.

After shaking like this for a while, the door suddenly became quiet again.

Qiao Mu still wanted to study it, but saw the door handle of the red wooden door turning slightly.

It was as if the guy opposite had mastered the trick and was unscrewing the door handle bit by bit.

Click——

Along with the sound of the door lock's gears turning, the red wooden door was opened a crack.

Immediately, the world fell into silence.

Qiao Mu stood at the door. He smelled a smell of sulfur, mixed with a smell like a shabby wet rag. The smell came from the other end of the door, which was disgusting.

"Should I open the door?"

Qiao Mu thought for a moment and put his hand on the doorknob.