Cheng Xiaoyu had a piece of candy in his mouth as he marched ahead to lead the way. His steps were crooked and uneven, giving him the comical air of a child playing at being an adult.
Sun Dekuan followed behind Cheng Xiaoyu with vacant eyes.
After witnessing Qi Si's endless stream of tricks these past few days, he had already given up on getting to the bottom of things. He intended to quietly lie flat and be a salted fish.
Qi Si took the opportunity to stop by the kitchen, replenishing the candy jar with a few more tadpoles before strolling leisurely at the very back of the group.
A child who was clearly not human, a distracted fat man, and a gentle, harmless young man—no matter how one looked at them, they were a strange combination.
The two men and one ghost moved through the corridor. The doors to the operating rooms and wards on either side remained tightly shut as always, while the radio repeated the same old slogans over and over.
Frog croaks pulsed from the cracks in the walls, now soft, now loud, pressing in from every corner. Like hallucinations, they were impossible to trace to their source and impossible to escape.
The farther they went, the quieter the frog croaks and broadcasts became. A faint smell of blood spread covertly through the air, buried beneath the thick stench of decay. The crowded, pungent odors were so overwhelming that they evoked the sensation of noise.
Qi Si lowered his gaze and saw that the formerly grayish-white floor had somehow been covered by a shallow layer of bloody water. Its pale pink color looked exactly like freshly flayed human skin.
This was undoubtedly a newly appeared path. If he had traveled it before, he could not