Chapter 723 Weird World, Mysterious Corpse! (Please Subscribe, Please Vote)

Jones was actually cheering himself up with this sentence. When he thought of the existence of such a strong teammate, his trembling limbs began to calm down.

In fact, what he didn't know was that Zhang Yangqing's current situation was not much better.

The window was closed, and Jones was looking for rules in the room.

In the world of ghost stories, only by finding the rules can you know what dangers you will encounter.

But the problem is that he searched in the clinic for a long time and couldn't find the rules.

He even turned over the four banners on the wall.

There is danger outside the window, and there are no clues in the room, so the only clue is.

Jones looked at the reinforced door next to him, the door handle with bloody handprints and scratches.

"It seems that I can't go out. If I'm not mistaken, this should be a hospital. Since I am a doctor, this should be my home court. What am I afraid of?"

Every monologue of Jones seems to be an analysis, but it is more to cheer himself up.

As an ordinary person, Jones's fear value is full in this environment.

It's not that he didn't think about using his skills, but the problem is that this is just the beginning of the world of ghost stories. Wouldn't it be a waste to hand in the skills now?

You know, the skills of the Chosen Ones are very exaggerated, and they often have a 24-hour cooldown time.

This skill is actually the best choice when you can feel the "threat of death".

Before going out, Jones checked the battery of his mobile phone, which was still 36%.

In order to save power, he picked up a red candle in the corner and left.

In addition to saving the battery of the mobile phone, there is another analysis.

That is, Jones thinks that the strange black shadow outside the window just now may want to come in, but there is something inside that scares him.

The weapon in his hand? Or this white coat?

Jones thinks that these things may cause damage to the weird entities, but this is the fifth or sixth floor. What entity can float outside?

So the only possibility is the red candle in the corner.

As a Chosen One, his guess is completely correct.

You know, the Chosen One with good luck can escape a disaster, but the Chosen One who is not good at observation and analysis is basically doomed to die.

The red candle had no candlestick, it was just placed directly on the ground.

Jones put the saw on his body, held the axe in one hand, and broke off a relatively long red candle with the other hand and held it in his hand.

When opening the door, Jones also retreated a distance tactically, fearing that something would pounce in the dark.

The sound of the door opening echoed in the corridor, and the light of the candlelight illuminated an area outside the door.

Jones took a step and walked carefully along the corridor.

The corridor was dead silent, only his footsteps echoed, and each step seemed extremely heavy.

The walls around were mottled, as if they had been eroded beyond recognition by the years.

On the wall, some unclear patterns were looming, and they looked particularly strange under the reflection of the fire.

Jones stopped at a "doctor photo wall", which had photos of eight doctors, but without exception, all the photos of these doctors were crossed with a blood-red mark.

It is worth noting that the notes under these doctors are all "psychiatrists".

Jones swallowed his saliva, he had a bad premonition.

Are all the patients here mentally ill?

Mental illness is the most difficult to deal with among patients, and they can't even communicate normally.

No wonder I had an axe and a saw in my hands when I first appeared.

Under the light of the candle, the photos of these doctors flickered.

Jones wondered if he was a little dizzy, because he saw that the expressions of the doctors in these photos began to change.

Their eyes were dark and empty, and under the red cross mark, they slowly opened their mouths, as if they were saying something, but they couldn't make any sound.

The more this happened, the more terrified Jones felt.

Suddenly, a strong sight came from the right, which made Jones' heart tighten suddenly.

He took a tactical step back to open some distance, then held the candle and widened his eyes, trying to see the outline of the figure clearly.

He didn't shout "Who is it" here because he was scared by something outside the window, and he knew very well that some things might be attracted by the sound.

A heavy sound of high heels appeared, and as the mysterious figure approached, Jones saw a woman in a dirty and worn nurse's uniform appear.

She was tall, like a supermodel, with long and strong thighs, and every step was accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels.

Although the nurse's stockings were torn, they made her legs look smoother and more elegant, especially the exposed leg flesh, which was not only white but also very elastic.

Her V-neck was very wide open, and you could see the full curves of her body, but the bulge of veins under the skin and the dark veins carried some ominous hints.

The nurse's hands were tightly holding a huge syringe, and the needle tip was flashing cold light under the candlelight. If Jones was pierced by the syringe, he would definitely be chilled to the bone.

The most terrifying thing was the nurse's face. The skin on half of her face seemed to be torn open, revealing the terrible rotten flesh inside.

The white pupils made Jones' scalp numb.

The nurse slowly turned around and showed a weird smile.

She didn't say anything, but Jones seemed to hear: Don't run, come and let me give you an injection.

Jones knew that he had to escape from this terrifying place as soon as possible.

Even if he had a weapon, he had no intention of fighting.

Now was not the time to be afraid. If he didn't run, it might be too late.

He turned and ran, the candle in his hand swayed, and the flame flickered.

However, as he ran, the hot wax accidentally dripped onto his hand.

He felt a sharp pain, but he didn't care to cry out in pain, so he could only grit his teeth and continue running.

The end of the corridor seemed out of reach, and the terrifying female nurse behind him was getting closer and closer.

Jones could hear her rapid breathing and footsteps, which echoed in his ears like the call of the god of death.

Finally, when Jones was about to run out of his last bit of strength, he saw a half-closed door.

Now he couldn't care so much, he rushed over with all his strength and pushed the door open, but he was tripped by something and fell into the darkness.

He didn't care about the pain in his body, and quickly got up to close the door and lock it.

With a "click", the door was locked.

Jones leaned against the door, breathing heavily, feeling grateful for surviving.

He knew that he had just escaped, and the terrifying female nurse was still wandering outside the door behind him.

At this time, Jones remembered that something seemed to have tripped him just now.

He stepped on it with his foot first, and it seemed a little soft.

Looking down at the candlelight, Jones jumped up in fright.

It was a person, or a person lying in blood.

Holding the axe tightly, Jones did not choose to run this time, after all, he had nowhere to run.

This room was similar to the clinic he had just appeared in, and the person lying on the ground was wearing red clothes, but it could still be seen that it was a doctor's white coat.

Could it be his colleague?