Chapter 351 The Disappearing Floor

Zheng Xun was totally surprised by He Ziyuan's sudden appearance.

From a grudge of one brick, it escalated to a grudge of two bricks.

The moment Zheng Xun realized who the other party was, he was knocked unconscious.

When Mo Qian took the time to look back at his situation, the person had already disappeared from the spot.

Zheng Xun was gone too.

…

As for Zheng Xun himself, the last thing he thought about before closing his eyes was how to beat Xiao He to death with a brick.

He gritted his teeth and fainted, his eyes were dark.

When Zheng Xun woke up again, everything had changed.

This was an area he had never seen before.

Zheng Xun entered the Seventh Hospital for the second time, so he dared to say this.

When he was knocked unconscious, someone - most likely He Ziyuan - moved him here.

In front of him was an empty and deep corridor, with windows on one side and rooms on the other.

Even with the existence of windows, the corridor did not seem to become brighter.

Zheng Xun stood at one end of the corridor and turned his head.

Behind him was a staircase, and there was also a window at the entrance of the staircase, which was open.

Thick vines crawled in from the window, like twisted fingers, forcibly prying open the vulnerable window. But after entering the space of the Seventh Hospital, they seemed to have been sucked out of their vitality, becoming withered and listless.

The withered vines intertwined and overlapped to form an irregular net. In the middle of this net, there was a number light board emitting red light, which was the number 5.

——This was actually the fifth floor.

Zheng Xun's mentality suddenly changed. Not only was he not afraid, but he was a little excited.

It was as if a beautifully wrapped gift box was handed to him, waiting for him to open it.

"The secret is a surprise box with a deadly weapon hidden. All those who opened the lid out of curiosity will not have a good end..."

Lin Yisheng's words suddenly echoed in Zheng Xun's mind, and his excited mood seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water.

However...

He had his point of view, and Zheng Xun had his own choice.

He still decided to move forward.

Zheng Xun was still wearing the slippers, the soles were soft, and there was no sound when he walked.

After walking two steps, he remembered something and was angry.

Why didn't Xiao He change his shoes for him? After all, he was his connection in the White Tower.

The fifth floor was much more desolate than the other floors, which could be judged from the degree of peeling of the wall and the broken floor tiles.

Zheng Xun took a few steps forward and came to the window closest to him.

The window was closed tightly, with two pieces of glass side by side, and protective railings were installed inside and outside. The railings were rusted.

The surface of the glass was dirty, and looking through it to the outside, it seemed as if covered with a layer of gauze.

Outside the window, the bloody moonlight poured, and it seemed to be blocked by this thin window, with only a circle of blood-red frame inlaid on it.

Zheng Xun stretched out his hand, spread his palm, and caught a pool of moonlight.

Like holding a handful of blood, the blood flowed freely, dripped on the windowsill, and merged with the light above.

Except for the blood moon, nothing could be seen outside.

Zheng Xun retracted his hand, and then footsteps came from behind him.

Dengdeng——

Someone ran past him from behind, Zheng Xun raised his eyes and turned his head.

Empty, nothing.

⋯⋯

He was sure that he heard the sound of someone running.

Mysterious?

Zheng Xun immediately looked down to check what he had brought with him.

He turned over the pockets of the hospital gown, all empty.

It seemed that Xiao He not only did not leave him some, but also took some away.

The chair in his hand was gone.

Looking at the entire corridor, there was no object that could be used as a weapon.

The vines broke into pieces with a pinch, and the windows could not be removed.

Even if he wanted to demolish the house, there was no room for him to do so.

All right.

Zheng Xun shrugged his shoulders. He was now a weak, pitiful and helpless mental patient.

Let's go to other places first.

There were no doorplates on the rooms. I wonder if they were removed on purpose. If you don't push the door open, you can't tell what the function is inside.

Zheng Xun opened the door of the first room.

The first room was of moderate size. There were no beds or medical equipment inside.

There were a few bookcases, with books on them very full and crowded, neatly stuffed in the grids.

It seemed to be a study room.

The bookcases were very tall and reached the ceiling. There were five in total, facing the door sideways, standing grimly.

The wooden boards were painted black, like five standing coffins.

Zheng Xun, who was standing at the door, paused and looked through the room before entering.

The books on these bookshelves were well preserved. Zheng Xun quickly glanced at the titles.

The bookshelf he had seen so far was filled with books related to literature, and they all had traces of being flipped through.

But it could be seen that they were not flipped through often, perhaps because he was not interested in literature, and he flipped through them hastily as if completing a task.

On the second bookshelf were some books on philosophy and psychology. These two categories are obviously more popular. Some books have even been read repeatedly and have curled edges.

There are too many books. Zheng Xun can't open all of them at once. He can only glance at the names of the books.

The third bookshelf is textbooks and reference books.

From elementary school to university, all kinds of subjects are covered.

This is a bit beyond Zheng Xun's expectations.

But considering that there are patients of all ages in the hospital, it can be explained.

The fourth bookshelf is full of books on physics and astronomy. There are popular science books and extremely obscure and profound monographs.

What surprised Zheng Xun was that the books on this bookshelf were obviously more frequently read than the first three, and the text on them was underlined with a pen.

Judging from the reader's attitude towards the books, it doesn't seem like they are books borrowed for public use, but rather it seems that these books are all his personal property.

Zheng Xun had a headache just by looking at the titles of the books. He planned to skip this question first, look at the next one, and then come back to it later.

The last bookshelf is mathematics and computer books, which is Zheng Xun's own field. He did this job before his sudden death in his previous life.

He had a complex feeling of disgust and closeness towards these books.

Zheng Xun endured the tangled mood and took a closer look.

The books on this bookshelf were not as neatly arranged as the first four. It can be seen that they are often used, so they are a little messy.

And there are a few books in the middle that have not been returned, resulting in the two layers in the middle of the bookshelf being loose, and the books are placed at an angle.

Zheng Xun saw the thinnest one with a blue cover.

The title of the book is very interesting, called "Rabbit Hole·Pocket Watch·Mr. White Rabbit".

Although the name is related to the fairy tale of Alice in Wonderland, the content inside is still about how to make some programming games.

It is relatively basic, but suitable for beginners.

Zheng Xun flipped through the book in his hand casually, nothing special, and prepared to put it back.

When he took the book down just now, there was a wide gap between the books.

Zheng Xun used his right hand to move the book on the right and raised his left hand.

At this moment, on the opposite side of the bookshelf, a "human" face suddenly appeared, his eyes stared at him through the gap!

(There is one more update, it's very late, you can read it tomorrow~)