Chapter 199 The burden in my heart

"Yin Hui?" When he noticed that the people behind him were actually their comrades, they shouted out in surprise, retreated cautiously, pulled him to the back of the police car, and asked, "Where did you go, why can't I find you?"

Yin Hui summarized this sentence: "I don't have time to say this now. Although I don't know why you surrounded this hospital, I have to provide you with very favorable information. Don't worry about this place for now, I'll take you to find the back door."

As he said that, he grabbed the scalpel that he wanted to talk and squeezed out of the crowd.

"Yin Hui, don't make trouble. There is a murder case in this hospital, so we can't leave."

"Stop talking nonsense, you will understand when you see it." Yin Hui didn't bother to explain to him, but pulled him directly to the used toilet.

When the group members saw Conan Doyle and Huang Crane Tower, they were even more happy. They rushed up one by one and grabbed Conan Doyle and Huang Crane Tower's hands, asking about their well-being, fearing that they would disappear in the next second.

"Okay, don't worry about us for now, take you to see something." Conan Doyle did not greet them and took them directly into the abandoned toilet: "This is a secret room below, and there are many killed people. By the way, what happened to you who came to the hospital with a tiring and horse-drawn carriage?"

"Corpsy? Secret Room?" The scalpel suddenly became excited: "That's right, just like I imagined. I guess this hospital must have a secret room. Look, I guessed it." The scalpel actually turned back excitedly to show off to his companions: "Boss, we received several calls from the police that their relatives had disappeared mysteriously when they were seeing a doctor here. At first we didn't believe it, but later we found that you were also mysteriously missing and realized that things were not that simple, so we quickly surrounded the hospital. Why, you were all brought into this secret room?"

Conan Doyle nodded, then smiled slightly: "But it seems that the culprit has been killed by us, but we are not sure that the person who died is the culprit. You'd better investigate it again."

The scalpel shocked a standard military salute: "I understand."

"Go quickly." Conan Doyle gave him an admiring look: "Yellow Crane Tower, you take a few people to stay here. I will take people to see if the cadre ward is still there, and where we entered the secret room."

Huang Helou nodded, pointed to the special forces, scalpel, and the sniper said: "You follow me to stay here, be careful not to let the people inside escape. The rest follow Conan Doyle to see if there is any gain."

After the division of labor was completed, Yin Hui and others followed Conan Doyle and rushed into the hospital.

Strangely, this hospital was empty and all the doctors and nurses were gone. Logically speaking, it should be lively here. Even if there are no patients, at least there should be a lot of nurses.

The weird scene made them realize that things were not as simple as they thought, and the weapons in their hands were on standby and could send a fatal blow at any time.

An empty hospital, a quiet ward, and a messy office, this hospital is not normal from any angle. Occasionally, you will see some blood on the corridor or on the hospital bed, and the atmosphere around you is rendered strange.

Following the long corridor, they finally walked to the cadre ward on the first floor and pushed open the door. The scene in front of them surprised them.

The place that was supposed to be a luxurious cadre ward was empty, it was completely a hall with no decorations, and the floor of the hall was covered with dust, as if no one had stepped on it for decades.

The eyes of several people swept around, but they didn't notice anything wrong

"It's strange, where is the cadre ward? Where did you go?" Yin Hui put away the talisman and slowly stepped forward.

Dong.

After stepping on it, the floor made an empty sound, as if it was empty under the floor. Yin Hui, who realized that there was something wrong with the floor, quickly lowered his head, put his ear on the floor and gently tapped it several times, but it turned out to be empty below.

A picture slowly takes shape in my mind.

"Yin Hun, what did you find?" Conan Doyle, who had been staring at Yin Hun, asked curiously: "What's wrong with the floor?"

"There is empty below." He clapped his hands and stood up: "If you guess correctly, the cadre ward has actually sunk to the ground, and there is a secret room below."

"What? Secret Room?" Master Bird Bird widened his eyes: "What are you kidding? Is this a secret room?"

Conan Doyle thought for a while and nodded: "It's probably right, the approximate distance between the underground secret room and the exit is almost the same as the distance between an abandoned toilet and this place."

The Taoist nun was also stunned: "Such a huge project volume is definitely not something that one or two people can do. You must know how superb it is to move half a floor."

"Since we can go down, there must be some mechanism that can come up. Let's try to find the switch, maybe what switch can we find." After saying that, everyone's eyes began to search in this huge space, hoping to see a bulge on the flat wall, which would make their nerves excited.

However, the four walls of this hall are very smooth and can be seen at a glance if there is a bulge. However, they have searched for so long but have not found it. It seems that there is no more.

"Will the agency beneath the secret room?" Yin Hui proposed this theory: "If you want to control the rise and fall of the ward, you must control it in the ward, just like an elevator."

After hearing what he said, everyone felt a sudden enlightenment and nodded.

"Okay, it's impossible for us to lift the cadre ward from below for a while. In my opinion, it's better to hand this matter over to the public security organs for trial. Anyway, the case has surfaced, and the rest is just a simple manipulation of high labor without technical content.

Huang Helou nodded, and everyone put away their weapons and walked back.

The hospital is still so quiet, as silent as death. A bustling hospital turned into a haunted house overnight, which anyone would find incredible.

The sirens broke the peace of the hospital. When they arrived at the door, they realized that it was Director Chen who came.

"Hmph, it's really abominable. Even though I knew that I was sympathetic to the people and handled the case myself, you didn't say hello to me when you went to the police." Director Chen looked angry.

"Tsk, isn't your leadership team going to be elected again? You kid just cramming and telling you, it's useless." Sun Dong, the blaster, had already figured out the details of this guy, and was not afraid of him. He exposed his tricks in public, which made Director Chen very embarrassed.

"You... no matter what, I am the leader of the game. You, a small team member, dare to be so rude to me, you..." Director Chen's mask was torn off, and he was so angry that he felt a little hysterical.

"Hey, Director, our National Security Bureau has the right to freely control the police force. Why, you have to peel off the rights granted to us by the National Security Bureau from us?" Sun Dong still looked at the other party with a sarcastic smile.

"Okay, don't argue anymore, let's leave it to Director Chen to take over here. Sun Dong will explain the relevant matters here to you. Let's go." Conan Doyle's cold leader's attitude appeared again and got into the police car.

Master Bird and Taoist nun also performed a ceremony in his own family and followed him into it.

"Director Chen, I'm here to trouble you. You must know that cracking more than ten people's disappearances is a great achievement." Yin Hui patted Director Pi Chen on the shoulder and smiled.

"Hehe, that's that." Director Chen saw that the other party had thrown all such great contributions to him, and his smile turned into a chrysanthemum: "Don't worry, I will definitely hear the case clearly, and I will give you an explanation at that time."

Yin Hui had no time to listen to him being polite here, so he had already gotten into the car, started the police car, and pulled a few people away.

They did not go back to the office of the Incredible Group. Although there were ventilation equipment, the air below was still not as good as outside. They found a five-star hotel and moved in. They were troubled a lot a while ago, and today they had to enjoy it.

The most laborious one is naturally Ouyang Xue. Although she is a policeman, her physical strength is not as good as the case handlers of the National Security Bureau, so she doesn't care about getting familiar with her and just fall asleep when she arrives at the hotel.

With Yin Hui by her side, she was very at ease.

Yin Hui was also very tired. He didn't know what medicine the damn attending doctor took him, but he was weak all over and his mind was drowsy. He attributed all this to overwork and thought that after a break, everything would be fine.

But there is still a big burden in my heart that I can't get rid of, that is Zhao Dehuo.

I don’t know if Zhao Dehuo’s murder plan will continue.

As I thought about it, I fell asleep in a drowsy manner.

A pair of yellow arms slowly crawled out from under the bed, grabbed the sheets, and climbed up step by step. Blood flowed out from the cracks of the ten fingernails, leaving bloody handprints on the white sheets.

There were thousands of pits on the yellow arms, and hundreds of white bugs slowly crawled out from it, landed on the bed sheets and on the arms, biting all this.

Soon, the thin layer of skin on the arm was swallowed, and even the muscles inside were very small, and the white bones emitted a strange and profound light in the darkness.

The other insects marched towards Yin Hui on the bedside, climbed onto his face, drilled into his mouth and ears, and bit them. The arm also climbed up and pinched Yin Hui's neck tightly.

But no matter how he moved his seat, he still couldn't get rid of the torture of his arms and thousands of insects. In desperation, he had to shout help.

But no one paid attention to him. He wanted to use his hands to draw talismans in the void to get rid of the entanglement between his arms and maggots, but it was useless. The arms and maggots seemed to grow on his body, extremely firm and did not move at all.

"Hey, boss, wake up, wake up." A familiar voice rang in my ears.

I don't know where the strength came from, so he stood up suddenly, touched his hands, and found an arm, twisted it hard, and kicked it up. Then there were crackling sounds and screams.

He then opened his eyes.

The luxurious decoration is pleasing to the eye. A large clock opposite shows at 1:30 noon, and under the clock, the scalpel is pierced head-on, and a sound comes from the sound.

He hurriedly touched his head, intact, realizing that he was dreaming just now. And what he kicked away just now was actually a scalpel.

He pulled the scalpel out of the mess and looked at him and said, "Scalpel, are you drunk?"

"You're drunk." The scalpel looked at Yin Hui angrily: "Even if you dream, it's not so realistic. Look at my nose. Ouch." He pointed to his nose, and was hit by something, and it became red and swollen, just like a lying wooden man.

Looking at his strange appearance, Yin Hui wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and his expression was ugly.

"Forget it, I'll settle the score with you in the future. I'm going to have a serious matter with you." The scalpel tidied up the collar and looked at Yin Hui and said, "Have you met Conan Doyle? There are still many things in the group that need her instructions."

"Don't you see it in the bed?" He said as he turned around, but when he turned around, he found that the sofa where Conan Doyle was lying was empty, and there was no sign of her.

"It's strange. Conan Dowel is weaker than me. Why is he awake earlier than I? By the way, how long have I slept?"

"It's less than four hours." The scalpel thought for a while, then stretched out four fingers: "You don't know Conan Doyle's whereabouts, right? Then forget it. I'll look for it again." Then he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Scalpel, wait." Yin Hui took two steps and chased after him: "Have the hospital matter been resolved? What progress is there?"

"The agency at the scene was discovered by Director Chen and others, and the cadre ward has also risen. I heard that they had found the dead body and found the branded cross on the dead body, just like a Christian. Now they have concluded that this is a Christian who is crazy and wants to kill these people to dedicate them to Jesus."

The scalpel answered neatly.

Yin Hui shook his head. He didn't believe that the only religious fanatics did these things. But he couldn't explain the specific reason clearly, so he had to stop talking and let the scalpel leave.

Ouyang Xue was heartless and sleeping like a pig, and even drooling, and sweet snoring sounds came from time to time.

Yin Hui smiled faintly, and before leaving the door, he still kissed her on the forehead and took a good handful of oil.

He walked out the door gently to make sure that it was not awakened, then he breathed a long sigh of relief, tiptoed down the stairs, making sure that the footsteps did not affect her, and then let go and walk down.

He had to look for Conan Doyle. What happened these days had a great blow to her. Maybe she couldn't think about it for a moment, maybe...

The more he thought about it, the more he became more and more scared, and his pace gradually accelerated. There was a kind of uneasiness in his heart, which was extremely strong, and even more sensitive than a woman's sixth sense.
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