absurd deduction game

Chapter 391 Story
The ward was cramped and drowsy, and the space under the bed was a little narrow, but it was not difficult to accommodate two half-squatting people.

A pair of temperatureless slippers were placed beside the bed, and there were kettles, plastic boxes, urinals and other items under the bed. Zhao Yijiu pushed these sundries away with a knife with a bit of disgust, leaving enough space for the two of them.

The audience is divided into two parts, one part stays to watch Ren Yi, unwilling to miss the appearance of the "shocking big clue" diary, and the other part concentrates on watching the fixed perspective of the intensive care unit, wanting to see the dean once again being haunted by a ghost The appearance of the attack.

To be honest, since the benefits of protecting the dean have been researched, they haven't seen the miserable dean for several issues, and even saw a case where a guest knocked the dean unconscious and took him with him the whole time to prevent him from running around.

So, before the dean came in, they saw Yu Xing whose painting style was very wrong.

[I never expected that he would be a sand sculpture after not pretending to be cute]
[Sand sculpture?Why do I think the way he talks to ghosts is so handsome, as if he doesn’t pay attention to ghosts]
[Hehe, that's because the ghosts in the hospital can't kill guests, try another deduction?How dare he jump like that? ]
[As an old fan, let me put my words here, he dares]
[So black-bellied, covered the ghost's head with a quilt, the dean probably won't be able to discover the clues in advance]
[Tell a joke, "Save the Dean"]
[thank you, already died laughing]
The audience didn't sympathize with the dean's experience at the beginning, especially when speculating about the truth, there are quite a few people who like the dean.

But I couldn't bear to watch the dean's death too many times, no matter how sympathetic I was, I became numb.

They are more concerned about whether there will be another celebrity presenter whose live broadcast style suits their taste in the future, whether there will be new fun to watch, new routines to learn, and new experiences to collect.

Outside the door, a burst of rapid breathing that was no longer shielded could already be heard. After hiding, Yu Xing looked up. The ghosts on the bed seemed to be sitting up because of their unseen behavior. The bed board shook for a while. This will not affect the pace of the dean running in from the intensive care unit.

About ten seconds later, the half-hidden door was violently pushed open, the door swung, and when it was about to hit the wall, it was held securely by a pair of hands, and a slightly fat figure walked in with his back hooked, A shirt and suit pants were torn, and there were bloodstains on them.

Yu Xing saw the person's feet at the first time. There were no shoes on the feet, and some broken glass was scattered on the insteps. I don't know if there are any on the soles of the feet. In short, every time you take a step, there will be a blood-stained footprint on the ground. .

The person came in cautiously, closed the door of the intensive care unit, then turned around, leaning his back against the door, panting loudly.

Yu Xing used Sheqing Dreamland to poke a hole in the hanging quilt in front of him, after thinking about it, he poked another hole.

From this angle, Yu Xing could already see the appearance of the person coming.

This is a middle-aged man in his 40s, with wheat-colored skin and single eyelids. He wears a pair of glasses missing a complete lens. A few drops of blood are splashed on the right lens, and the left lens has been smashed. The small half is inlaid on the mirror frame alone.

His left arm seemed to be the most seriously injured. The wounds on the flesh and the holes in his shirt were exposed to the air. He grinned in pain and locked the door behind his back. While recovering his breathing rate, he turned his ear and put his ear against the door panel. movement outside.

He seemed to be afraid that something outside would find its trace, but in fact... Yu Xing looked at the bloody footprints on the ground.

I'm afraid it's useless no matter how quiet you are, haven't you been leaving marks all the way along the way!

Zhao Yijiu took two steps back to prevent the dean from seeing the legs under the bed through the quilt hanging from the hospital bed.

To be honest, if the dean is so frightened that his legs are weak now, and he squats down or sits against the wall, he will definitely meet Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu at the bottom of the bed face to face, and have a cordial and friendly eye contact.

Fortunately, the dean held on and didn't give the two people below a chance to cast a shadow in his heart.

Not only did he hold on, but the dean noticed the patient on the hospital bed after a while. He was instantly attracted by the electrocardiogram display. On the screen, the patient's heartbeat was weak, like a dying person.

"No... I'm going to die, you can't die here." The dean murmured, walking towards the hospital bed in a daze.

Zhao Yijiu calmly listened to the dean's mouthful of "I'm going to die", and then walked over with blood that could easily arouse the viciousness of ghosts. Feeling the increasingly obvious vibration of the bed board, the kill in his hand flashed into silence black mans.

The dean still upholds his original intention of caring for patients. Even in such a critical situation, he does not want to implicate innocent patients. He is hesitant to change the room to hide, so as not to introduce ghosts to harm others.

But the ghost outside didn't seem to catch up. What if he appeared at this time and was discovered?
The dean was very troubled, and all his troubled expressions fell into the eyes of Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu.

Pretty professional.Thinking about it, Yu Xing relaxed a little.

The dean seemed to have finally decided to leave, but before leaving, he had to at least confirm the patient's condition, so he wouldn't die because there was no doctor to take care of him.

The dean pushed the glasses with only the right lens in embarrassment, getting closer and closer.

He saw the quilt trembling, and frowned. Which medical staff covered the patient with the quilt like this?Isn't this suffocating?
With little hesitation, the dean walked to the hospital bed and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt.

He instantly met a pair of turbid and terrifying eyes. The eyeballs of the patient's eyes were congested, and there was a large darkness under them. The deep eye lines set off the eyes, which made them stand out.

"You!" The dean was startled, and immediately wanted to back away, because not only did he see the terrifying eyes, but he also saw the corpse spots on the old man's body!
"You are already dead!" The dean lived up to everyone's expectations and yelled the death doorbell in a high-pitched manner. The next second, his steps to leave were abruptly blocked by a withered hand, which was so thin that only skin and bones remained. At first glance, it looks like a skeleton, but the dense blood vessels under the skin are still beating.

But when it grabbed the dean's arm, it was so powerful that the dean couldn't break free. He put on a pain mask, but he didn't dare to call for help—after all, he had been calling for help in the fourth corridor for a long time, and no one People.

The corpse lifted the quilt and sat up.

"Please, please...don't come to me, okay? I haven't hurt you, why do you have to die with you?" In the direction directly opposite to himself, now he heard the voice of the dean, and turned his head a little bit.

There was an overwhelmed inhalation sound from the ventilator, like the patient's last struggle. The old man's face was gloomy, and he covered the mask with his free hand and slowly took it off.

The sound of breathing stopped instantly, and the electrocardiogram instrument issued a long "beep", followed by a long, flat line that could not be seen at a glance.

Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and the dean was stunned for a moment looking at the flat line that symbolized the death of the body and the end of life.

"Are you cursing me to death?" The old man said hoarsely, his voice was as good as scratching the glass, "Are you cursing me to death?"

The dean came back to his senses, shook his head and said in fear: "No... I didn't... I just want to see you—"

"You—you still have the face to look at me!? I'm afraid you want to see whether I'm dead or not, and whether your burden has disappeared!" the old man growled, with malicious insidiousness in his eyes, "You Will you die with me?"

Yu Xing felt that the smell was a bit wrong.

What does the old man seem to be implying?
Why do you say that you are a burden to the dean, and even mention the words "have the face to see me"?This is not like a conversation between a patient and the director of the hospital, but rather... thinking of some kind of closer blood relationship.

Beside the bed, the dean was confused for a moment, and then as if he suddenly saw something, he said in shock: "You, you are my father!?"

A certain restraint was broken invisibly, not only did the dean think of something, and they were very close, but also a picture appeared in front of Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu, who were also in this space.

Or an "impression".

One day long, long ago, the dean was on his way to his father's ward. At first he looked relatively relaxed, but at this moment, a medical staff hurriedly bumped into him.

He just wanted to reprimand him with a straight face, so that the little nurse would remember not to run in the corridor next time, it would be bad if he bumped into a patient, but when the nurse saw his face, she showed a sigh of relief and a more serious expression. Tensioned conflicted expression.

But no matter how difficult it was to speak, the nurse immediately became firm and spoke quickly: "Dean! Your father... is dying! The director and the others are ready to rescue him!"

The dean was like a bolt from the blue sky, and immediately sped up towards the ward, but when he went, the old man over sixty was being pushed to the emergency room, his colleagues and subordinates were busy, It's a mess.

The dean finally caught a glimpse of his father at the door of the emergency room, and his father also saw him. Their eyes met for a moment before being covered by the back of the white coat.

He saw the tension, unwillingness, reluctance, despair, and nostalgia in the old man's eyes.

The dean could see that Dad didn't want to die.

Even after three years of being bedridden, faced with immobilized body, painful treatment, continuous surgery to save his life, and expensive expenses, the old man still didn't want to die.

He wanted to rush up and hold Dad's hand and tell Dad that he would wait for him to come out and never give up on him.

A few days ago, when he got off work to accompany his father, the old man began to ask him frequently, did he feel that he was a burden that could not be shaken off, and did he want to send him to die soon.

Both father and son knew that if there was no seriously ill father, the dean would have a much better life than now, so that he would not be unable to see his wife and children for a few days, and would not be able to earn a high salary but still live in poverty.

Faced with this problem, the old man was terrified. Although he dragged everyone down, he still didn't want to die. He really wanted to live, even if this kind of life had no freedom, no mobility... nothing.

The dean knew that his father was always afraid and resentful, and that he only felt insecure as a father, so he answered patiently over and over again, saying that he would not abandon him, and that he loved him.

Unexpectedly, his father had a premonition that this day would come.

The dean was sitting at the door of the emergency room, his mind was muddled. Probably, misfortunes never come singly. There was a piece of bad news—one of the dean's patients was in a bad condition, and he needed immediate surgery.

Although the dean is already the top leader of the hospital, he is also a doctor specializing in surgery. He usually sees several patients in person. Except for him, it is difficult for others to quickly understand the patient's condition, which is prone to accidents.

The dean was in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he had already put on the surgical gown and was standing in the operating room.

It was an extremely labor-intensive operation. He had to do it for seven hours. At the end of it all, it was still the nurse who told him with a pale face...

"Your father, rescue is ineffective."

"Confirmed death."

The dean remembered that one day, his father took him.

"If one day I'm going to die, you must be by my side at the last moment." The old man lay stiffly on the bed, tears rolled down from his disfigured face tortured by the disease, separated from both sides and rolled into his temples, Passing by a scalp that was bald from chemo and ended up seeping into the pillow.

"I'm afraid of death... You must stay with me... I look at you, maybe... I'm not so afraid."

"You must promise me, watch me die before leaving, don't leave Dad alone, okay..." The old man repeated again and again almost persistently.

The dean didn't know what he had experienced after he came out of the operating room. He only remembered that his face was twisted, and he held the doctors who were rescued sadly, and asked them, "Did my dad say anything before he died?"

At first these doctors didn't want to say anything, but in the end, it was a doctor who usually had the best relationship with the dean who confessed to him.

"Your dad keeps asking." The doctor patted him, "He asked where you are and why you didn't come."

"He asked if you were coming soon, and as long as he was conscious, he was asking that question."

"In the end, he started crying, and he said he knew you wouldn't come and watch him die as an ugly old man, and he said he knew you didn't want to spend money on his treatment, and he said... ..." I don't know if it's an illusion, but the dean looked at the doctor friend, and felt that the expression on the other's face was more and more like his father's when he was extremely insecure.

"You are hypocritical and unfilial." The doctor friend actually showed a strange smile, "He was so afraid of death, and he started calling your name again before leaving, asking you to forgive him. He said he was wrong and shouldn't let you spend so much money. That's too much money, I shouldn't be suing you, he's so scared. He wants you to stay with him until he dies, not in a cold emergency room with a few well-wrapped strangers."

"Then you—" The dean could hardly make a sound.

"We called you, you are busy." The doctor friend answered him, "So when your father died, I was very scared. Do you know, as a responsible doctor, I can even tell you that he didn't die at the end. The function disappeared and died, but was scared to death."

"Haha, it's amazing, it's the first time I saw this kind of person, he was scared to death, hahaha."

The doctor's friend's words gradually blurred, just like the surrounding scene, the dean suddenly found that except for the doctor's friend, everyone else was gone.

……

"Huh..." Yu Xing let out a breath of relief. This story is a bit heavy, and it makes people feel bored.

Sick old people will change their personalities drastically due to all kinds of anxiety and fear. Even if they know that they are selfish, they still have to grasp the possibility of being alive.

Wanting to live is justified and instinctive.

As for the dean, he has fulfilled his duty as a child, and there is nothing to blame at all. It's just that at the last moment, when he knew that his father was about to fail, the dean chose the former between "responsibility" and "family affection". .

Who is wrong?
The only thing that is wrong in this story is the feeling when the dean asked the doctor's friend at the end. If all he saw were the real memories that the dean remembered at this moment, this might be part of the truth.

The old man on the bed in the intensive care unit is not the same person as the dean remembers, which is why the dean did not recognize it, or in other words, it is not the dean's father at all, but in the hospital of fear, it became A reflection of the dean's inner fears.

It grabbed the dean's hand and said hysterically, "Are you willing to stay with me now!!"

(End of this chapter)