"The doll..."
No one had expected the doll mentioned in the clue to be hidden right beside them. It was that so-called special patient.
And it seemed that was exactly what the monster was looking for.
"Perform... give me..."
Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie shuddered at the same time. They faintly heard a strange voice, and both instinctively looked toward the door.
But strangely, the voice hadn't come from the door. It was very faint, and very close—extremely close.
Tang Qisheng grabbed the enamel cup from the bedside as a weapon and began searching the room. Under the bed, inside the wardrobe, behind the curtains... He checked every place someone could hide, even though he had already done the same thing as soon as he entered the ward.
Just as Tang Qisheng lowered one corner of the curtain, he suddenly heard Zhu Jie let out a brief cry. He turned around. Zhu Jie had already jumped away from the bed, staring at it in terror.
The phone lay on the bed, screen facing up, the image still frozen at that moment.
The next second, Tang Qisheng stopped breathing. He saw the phone screen begin to flicker. The image shuddered frame by frame, as if an invisible hand were repeatedly dragging the progress bar.
"Eyes... give them to me... I want eyes!"
Countless venomous voices overlapped, coming indistinctly from the phone. They were the voices of the children who had been sewn together to make the monster.
Chijie Temple.
Night had fallen. Jiang Cheng and the Fatty had both woken up not long ago. This time, neither panicked; everything was as it had been before.
Jiang Cheng's left hand had gone untreated for so long that the injury had begun to worsen. It had swollen all over and looked terribly