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Rushing into the hospital room, I saw the doctor already performing resuscitation on the Death Apostle, while the heart monitor emitted a piercing, continuous beep.
"Doctor, what happened?" I asked anxiously.
But the doctor paid no attention to me, focusing intently on the Heart resuscitation procedure.
The commotion awakened Yao Long from his slumber. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he asked in confusion, "What’s going on?"
Li Zhisheng, lying on a nearby bed, frowned and replied, "It seems something has happened to the Death Apostle."
"What exactly is going on? Can someone clarify?" I turned to Hu Fang, who was panting behind me.
She caught her breath and steadied herself. "Just now, I was going to step out to find you and get some fresh air. But as soon as I reached the door, I heard the Death Apostle's labored breathing. Before I could ask what was wrong, he struggled a few times and then passed out. So I went to notify the doctor and then found you..."
Before Hu Fang could finish her sentence, the doctor shouted urgently at us, "Step aside!"
Hearing this, Hu Fang and I quickly moved aside to clear the passage. A doctor hurriedly pushed a stretcher out of the room. Another doctor approached Hu Fang and me. "Which of you is a relative of the patient?"
I glanced at Hu Fang and replied, "I am!"
"Okay, then come with me."
I followed the doctor to the emergency room entrance. He turned to me and said, "The patient has experienced sudden cardiac arrest for unknown reasons and may die as a result. Please do not leave the hospital; stay nearby for updates. We will do our best to save him." With that, he put on a mask and entered the emergency room.
At that moment, Hu Fang and Meng Zhuang also arrived. Meng Zhuang stomped her foot anxiously. "It's all my fault; I didn't keep an eye on Mr. Death. It's all my fault..."
I patted Meng Zhuang's arm. "We still don’t know what’s going on; don’t rush to blame yourself. Besides, the Death Apostle might not die; the doctors are working hard to save him. Right now, all we can do is trust them."
"Is this your danger?" Hu Fang asked.
"Yes, it seems so. Can you tell me if anything strange happened after I left?" I pondered aloud.
"After you left, besides me stepping out once to buy some food, nothing unusual happened," Hu Fang replied.
"Meng Zhuang, what about you? Did anything happen while Hu Fang was gone?"
Meng Zhuang scratched the back of his head and said, "Nothing much, just that I took Death Apostle and Li Zhisheng to the restroom once..."
Upon hearing this, I quickly pressed on, "Wait, did you take them together or separately?"
"I first took Li Zhisheng, and after a few minutes, Death Apostle wanted to go too, so I helped him again... If you want something strange, it's that he refused to use the toilet outside and insisted on going into a stall. But he didn't take long; it seemed like nothing happened..."
Before Meng Zhuang could finish, I grabbed his shirt. "Let's go take a look!" I said, turning to Hu Fang beside us. "You wait here; we'll be right back."
Hu Fang replied with a look of disdain, "Don't worry; I definitely won't follow you."
With that, Meng Zhuang and I made our way to the hospital restroom, where we found three stalls. "Which one?" I asked. Meng Zhuang pointed to the middle one. "This one."
Seeing that the stall door was slightly ajar, I didn't think twice and pushed it open. Unprepared for what lay before me, I stumbled back several steps in shock.
There lay a gaunt corpse with white hair and an aged face twisted into a rigid and grimace. His right hand was open, and in the pale palm seemed to be written a character for 'death' in blood.
At this sight, Meng Zhuang exclaimed, "What is this?!"
I quickly turned back to him and gestured for silence. "Don't make a sound; if the hospital staff comes, we'll lose our lead." With that, I began examining the body.
The corpse was dressed in a hospital gown and had no pockets to hide anything. Just then, I noticed his left hand was tightly clenched as if holding something inside.
Carefully prying open the stiff fingers revealed a single character—'Apostle'—clearly written as if done before death.
"Could someone be trying to harm Death Apostle?! No, if they wanted to harm him, why leave such a clue? Are they trying to tell me something else?"
Thinking this over, I stood up and said to Meng Zhuang behind me, "There shouldn't be any more clues; you go call someone to handle this body." Upon hearing me, Meng Zhuang nodded and hurried out.
Before long, he returned with several medical staff members who rushed in. Upon seeing the corpse, they were all taken aback. One of them exclaimed, "Isn't this Qian the Old Man who passed away this morning? I thought he had already been sent to the Morgue; how could he be here?"
Another added, "Yeah, I personally took him there; how could this happen...? Did you two bring the body here?" He looked at Meng Zhuang and me with confusion.
Meng Zhuang shook his head vigorously. "It wasn't me; it definitely wasn't me! And it couldn't have been Shen either..."
I saw that he was unable to explain clearly, so I quickly took over his words: "It's like this, we just came to use the restroom, and as soon as we opened the door, we saw this corpse. You can check the surveillance footage."
The medical staff member who had questioned us looked me up and down after hearing my explanation. "It better not be! You need to understand that handling a deceased person's body without the family's consent is illegal."
"I don't think they did it. If they did, why would they call us here... Is it possible that it's haunted..."
As they whispered among themselves, the light bulb above flickered at just the right moment, causing both medical staff members to shiver. One of them said, "We should really not stay here any longer; it feels unclean."
"Newcomers are always like this. What's there to be afraid of? There are no ghosts in this world. Even if there were, doctors shouldn't believe in such things. What are you standing there for? Come help out..."
With that, they lifted the corpse and carried it out.
"Let's go; I think there's nothing more to see." I led the way out of the restroom. Meng Zhuang was still somewhat shaken, and with the flickering light earlier, his nerves were already frayed. He followed me cautiously and said, "Shen, do you think you're the one that ghost wants to harm us?"
I didn't answer his question directly but turned back to ask, "Did you bring cigarettes?"
"I did." Meng Zhuang pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket and handed them to me. "What's this? Shen has taken up smoking recently?"
I took one cigarette from the pack and returned the rest to him. "It's not that I like it; ever since you let me try one last time, I've felt that smoking can indeed help relieve stress when you're feeling anxious. But honestly, I don't really enjoy smoking."
Meng Zhuang rubbed his shoulders as if trying to shake off the chill of fear and said, "Shen, I think if you can avoid smoking, you should. Look at me; I want to quit but can't—it's driving me crazy."
I smiled lightly. "It's fine; I don't smoke much. You should go check on Hu Fang and the others; I don't want anything else to happen to them."
"Are you sure you don't need me to stay with you?" Meng Zhuang seemed a bit worried.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to think through some things. You go on ahead." As I reached the stairwell, I pushed open the door to the emergency exit. The moment I stepped inside, my expression darkened.
"Hiss—hiss—" Leaning against the door, I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag while muttering to myself, "Why is there a Death Apostle's name on the corpse's hand? Could it be that Gu Kai's hidden person next to me is the Death Apostle? That doesn't make sense either; he's lying in the emergency room right now and could die at any moment..."
"No, something must be wrong..." I paced back and forth at the stairwell while smoking.
"The only ones who could have done this are Hu Fang and Meng Zhuang. They have no reason to do such a thing, and I don't believe they have the capability either. But who else could have that ability?"
"First of all, this person must have enough manpower and financial resources to handle everything; otherwise, it would be impossible to get the body out of the Morgue. Besides Yao Long and Death Apostle, I don't think anyone else has that capability. However, after some interactions, Yao Long doesn't seem to be that cunning. It would be better to have him face a formidable opponent than to let him design such a trap."
"Could it be... that this is all the work of Death Apostle?!" I thought, suddenly smashing the half-burned cigarette onto the ground, the tip striking the floor and sparking a few embers.
I viciously stomped it out and muttered to myself, "I should have realized this earlier; this is another one of Death Apostle's ploys! Initially, he told me to stay away from Gu Kai because he was afraid that Gu Kai's words would expose him. But he didn't expect that I would still meet Gu Kai. After learning about this situation, he staged this act of self-harm!"
With that, I kicked open the heavy wooden door, which slammed against the wall with a loud bang, drawing surprised glances from the surrounding doctors.
I paid them no mind. "Death Apostle, oh Death Apostle, even at this point, you still want to set a trap? Don't you know that Gu Kai is targeting you right now? Why are you still opposing me? Can you really not tell right from wrong?"
Muttering to myself, I walked over to the emergency room. Hu Fang noticed my anger and tried to comfort me. "Shen Xu, don't worry too much; Death Apostle will be fine. They're still in surgery; it might just take a little while..."
I didn't even look at her and replied in a low voice, "Death Apostle won't be in any danger."
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