138. Wash Your Hands Often, Ventilate More, Don't Join Crowds

[Mission Begins]

[Mission Objective: Enter Nanhua Private Renji Hospital and survive until dawn]

[Remaining Time: 13:06:54]

[Task Requirements: Find 0/1 fragments of Du Danping's Melody Fragment]

"Six o'clock in the morning?"

Just like the previous Jiangcheng Grand Theater, surviving until dawn means surviving until 6 a. m. the next day.

As soon as Lu Ban entered the hospital lobby, he saw a black box tied to the central pillar.

He looked closer and realized it was explosives.

Lu Ban had previously asked Song Yunyan to hire a demolition team to plant explosives, so it seems he had already made preparations in advance.

The hospital was in a mess, with some forms, posters, broken chairs, and broken equipment scattered on the ground. These things were usually either cleaned up before demolition or simply disposed of along with the rubble, and no one cared about them.

Lu Ban squatted down, picked up a poster that promoted health knowledge, and pasted it on the wall, carefully securing it in place.

Wash your hands frequently, ventilate your home often, and avoid crowded places.

Lu Ban read the words above aloud.

He picked up the flashlight and walked towards the elevator.

According to the description, the elevator is also a frequent source of problems.

The elevator was very old and dilapidated. The doors were closed, the power was off, and the cables were probably broken. Lu Ban tried to push the doors, but they were loose.

He picked up the crowbar, used both hands to exert force, and relied on his skillful crowbar technique to slowly pry open the elevator door.

creak—

With a sickening metallic scraping sound, the tightly closed elevator doors finally opened.

Lu Ban looked inside and saw a person standing there.

It was Lu Ban himself.

"Is this the mirror in the elevator?"

He didn't get into the elevator, but stood outside, carefully examining himself in the mirror.

In stark contrast to the dilapidated state of the rest of the hospital, this mirror was spotless, as if someone maintained and cleaned it daily.

Lu Ban could see his serious expression in the mirror, his skin looking somewhat dull due to the lighting, as he stood Motionless at the elevator entrance.

He looked closely and saw something flash past his feet.

I looked down, but there was nothing there.

"Is this mirror less a strange creation and more a counter to a strange creation?"

He muttered to himself.

Normally, Chinese people don't put mirrors opposite their own doors, as it's considered very unlucky to see one's reflection as soon as Door Opening. Instead, they use mirrors facing outwards to ward off evil spirits.

Moreover, the mirror in this elevator is positioned facing the elevator entrance, so normal people can only see it when they enter the elevator, just like Lu Ban is doing now. In other words, as long as you enter the elevator, you can check yourself through the mirror.

"Can this mirror reflect extraordinary things?"

He said that the mirrors in the elevator can reflect reality and falsehood; those vicious and cruel people have no shadows.

Lu Ban remembered this sentence from the mission description.

"He said it was a pseudonym, referring to the person who installed the mirror? Was it Du Danping?"

"Are all those without shadows vicious and cruel? But if a little girl's shadow appears in the mirror, does that mean the little girl is a good person?"

"At least it proves that I'm a good person."

Lu Ban concluded with satisfaction.

He looked around and then got into the elevator.

This behavior is actually very dangerous because elevators are usually not at the bottom floor, but also have a basement level. Modern elevator cars are essentially suspended, and if they encounter any impact, they could very well fall.

creak—

The elevator made a frightening sound. Lu Ban went to the mirror and saw that something seemed to pass by behind him.

He turned around and saw a face on the ground.

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It was a poster with a picture of a child on it; it was also a poster promoting healthy living.

creak—

As Lu Ban looked away from the poster, he heard a metallic scraping sound.

It's like the elevator started moving.

He saw that the elevator doors on both sides seemed to be closing, Lu Ban immediately rushed out.

Turning around, the elevator doors slowly closed, and in the end, Lu Ban saw himself in the mirror smiling at him.

"Playing tricks and deception."

Lu Ban had seen this kind of thing countless times and was not afraid of it at all.

He went to the nurses' station on the first floor.

This is where the memos are written. Lu Ban can see the beds in the duty room, where nurses take a nap and wait for their shift to be changed.

Upon entering the nurses' station, Lu Ban saw that the files had been moved out, and the desktop where the computer used to be was now in a mess.

He sat down, closed his eyes, and acted as if he were a nurse.

The night was deep and dark, and the corridor was completely black, with nothing visible except for the light from the nurses' station, which illuminated the surrounding area.

The nurses sitting here have to take out their flashlights and patrol from the fifth floor to the first floor every day. Two nurses take turns patrolling twice a night.

In the quiet of the night, a person carrying a flashlight slowly moved through the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant. Suddenly, the door to a room at the Room at the end of the corridor opened, letting in light. The nurse, wanting to investigate, walked to the door and saw...

Lu Ban opened her eyes, not because she couldn't imagine what was in the Room at the end of the corridor, but because she thought of something.

"Why should nurses patrol at night? Ward rounds should be done by the doctor once and then it's over. The nurses at the nurses' station should stay here to be ready for patients to call in the middle of the night. If security work is really needed, it should be done by the security guards."

This is a private hospital that treats wealthy people; it's not like they can't afford security guards.

"Or is there some special reason for the nurses to do these things?"

Lu Ban pondered, glancing under the table at the nurses' station.

It was dark there, but there seemed to be something there.

He bent down and saw a notebook between the tables.

It was a red-covered notebook, worn and weathered.

"Strangeness?"

Lu Ban picked up the notebook while looking up.

Then he saw a pair of eyes staring right into his eyes.

He was an elderly man, who looked to be over fifty, but was in good spirits and had a kind smile on his face.

These are posters on the wall. Most of these posters are advertisements for attending physicians, while the one in front of the nurses' station is for the former hospital director, named Zhao Gongping. According to the description, this director studied medicine abroad and was hired as the director after returning to China. He was also a highly skilled surgeon.

The poster is right opposite the nurses' station, as if the old man is using the photo to monitor the people there.

But Lu Ban knew that Zhao Gongping had already died at home before the hospital went bankrupt. The cause of death was a normal heart condition. When his wife woke him up the next morning, she found that he was already dead.

What's written in this notebook?

Lu Ban lowered his head and opened the red-covered notebook.

There are some brief records on it, similar to a nurse's shift log.

However, some pages were dirty, as if stained with tea or ink, and had no text. The dates on them were also discontinuous and spanned a wide range, from 2002 all the way to the time before the company went bankrupt.

A normal shift log shouldn't be like this, with shifts occurring sporadically; it should be continuous.

Lu Ban felt puzzled. He felt the surroundings darken as the sun set, making the light shining into the hospital even dimmer.

At this moment, Lu Ban noticed that on the blank page he was currently holding, handwriting suddenly appeared as if someone had scribbled on it.

He stepped back slightly, looking at the messy marks on it that intertwined to form characters that were vaguely recognizable.

It says on it:

Recorder: Xu Xiao

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