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Chapter 051: Transformation into an Evil Spirit (Part Two)
"Damn it, it's Zhang Ke calling me," I thought. I remembered he was a forensic doctor. When he called out to me, I couldn't help but feel suspicious about what he wanted. I turned around and nodded in greeting, "Uncle Zhang, are you on duty today?" Zhang Ke heard me, but as he walked down the stairs towards me, he noticed someone entering the office area and paused for a moment to politely nod at the newcomer.
Once the person had entered, Zhang Ke glanced around and quickly approached me, whispering, "Ma Qi, how much do you know about the situation in Han Family Village?"
"Han Family Village? I'm not sure which incident you're referring to; there have been ongoing issues there lately..."
Zhang Ke looked surprised and adjusted his glasses with a questioning tone, "Is there something else?"
His question made me realize that some things were better left unsaid. The people at the station weren't particularly inclined to believe in supernatural matters. Even if science couldn't explain everything, they had their own way of rationalizing things—coincidence.
I stammered a few vague responses without mentioning anything about Han Mi's soul being lost. Instead, I engaged in some meaningless small talk about how he had been having nightmares recently. My implication was that he wanted me to take a look at him, but I didn't say it outright. Standing under the streetlight, the pale glow cast on his face made him look extremely haggard.
He seemed to be dealing with something troubling. I focused closely on him and noticed that his Yintang—the area between his eyebrows—was emanating a dark aura. Although he wore glasses, I could still see that he hadn't been sleeping well lately; dark circles were evident under his eyes.
"Uncle Zhang, have you been having trouble sleeping? Is something bothering you?"
Zhang Ke cautiously looked around again and lowered his voice, "It's strange. Ever since I examined the girl from Han Family Village, I've been having nightmares continuously. Each time, she appears in my dreams looking terrifying... I can't remember what she says; when I wake up, I've forgotten everything."
Hearing this made me gasp in shock as I hurriedly asked, "Could it be that your examination of the Han Family Village's Han Yin Incident has caused this?"
"Yes. Ma Qi, you don't think that girl has turned into an evil spirit to come after me, do you? Please don't scare me like that. I'm an atheist; ghosts and deities have no effect on me. I'm just curious and wanted to ask you."
He was inadvertently revealing his fears while trying to emphasize that it wasn't related to supernatural causes—like a rock stuck in a latrine: both foul and stubborn. "Uncle Zhang, I'm fine. You should get more rest. If those nightmares persist, try placing some sharp objects under your pillow at home."
Zhang Ke seemed half-convinced; he neither nodded nor rejected my suggestion. Even as I walked away, he remained standing there, staring blankly at a certain spot—not in the direction I had left.
A City People's Hospital.
A large Cross Lantern hung high on the hospital wall, shining a deep red light in the night.
The Gatekeeper of the Guard Room was coughing, with many people coming and going at the entrance.
There were patients, family members, and even idle folks wandering through the hospital garden for a stroll. The old man, too lazy to pay attention, puffed away at his cigarette, coughing violently until his face turned red and his neck thickened, yet he still kept the cigarette dangling from his lips.
The hospital felt busy even at night, with On-Duty Doctors and nurses all attending to their tasks. This place was one of the three areas with the heaviest Yin Qi, especially the Morgue. If you were bold enough to try it, just passing by the Morgue would let you feel an unsettling chill seep into your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
From the perspective of someone well-versed in Supernatural Circles, there are three places that should not be entered casually.
One is the hospital, a place concerning life and death.
The second is the funeral home, where death is confirmed.
And the third is the crematorium, where souls dissipate and decaying bodies are disposed of.
In a hospital, there are both dead and living.
The dead can also be living; although the living may speak, they might have already died long ago.
I passed through several departments and entered the hospital corridor. In an instant, my impression of People's Hospital had completely transformed; all the walls and floors were no longer the usual white of hospitals but a peculiar light brown adorned with strange carvings.
Moreover, many areas were marked with black spots, and there were various depressions on the floor. Overall, it resembled an old school or crumbling ruins—ancient and dilapidated.
Hospital corridors are usually long, lined with patient rooms. Because of this distance between light bulbs just a few meters apart, the illumination felt dim. Additionally, some unknown factors caused shadows to flicker ominously in the dim light.
What’s going on? A chill ran through me as I focused my mind, blocking out distractions and activating my Demon Eyes.
Whispers filled the air, ethereal and elusive, as shadows flitted above me, around me, moving in every direction. They noticed me and boldly approached, reaching out to touch my face. I quickly shielded myself with Demon Eyes.
Gripping a talisman in one hand, I executed the Bagua Step with confidence. Whoosh—none were spared as the talisman was affixed everywhere, unleashing a chorus of mournful cries and pleas.
"Please, we won't do it again..."
Before long, the Shadow flickered and fled, leaving silence in its wake. My surroundings brightened. The illusions vanished, revealing a normal scene: the Pure walls, medical staff bustling about, and family members of patients nearby.
On a bench sat a child, staring at me in awe.
His eyes were clear and transparent. I smiled at him, and he smiled back before standing up on tiptoe and asking, "Uncle, you're amazing! You scared them all away." The child couldn't have been more than twelve; his youthful voice echoed down the corridor.
A young couple appeared, glancing at me warily before pulling the child close. "Don't talk to strangers."
As the child walked away, I continued to watch him. He possessed the ability to see certain things that others could not, though it clearly frightened him. He must have been terrified earlier; only when he saw me banish those sinister entities did he find the courage to speak.
Under the nurse's guidance, I found Lao Luo. He was surprised to see me at this hour and guessed that I had no trivial reason for visiting.
When I mentioned that I had business with Zhu Pang, it was likely something life-threatening that needed urgent attention.
However, Lao Luo flatly refused to help with the matter concerning the fat man.
When I inquired about striking him, a flicker of fear crossed Lao Luo's eyes—as if he had seen a ghost. The smile vanished from his face, replaced by an odd expression as he pointed toward the door. "Get out."
"Lao Luo, aside from Grandpa, you're the most important person to me. I still want to be your disciple..."
"Don't. I can't take you on; just go back. I'm powerless here." Lao Luo rejected my plea and ordered me to leave, which took me by surprise.
Stepping out of the hospital room, I couldn't help but wonder how Lao Luo had ended up like this. I recalled the first moment he saw me; his eyes were filled with fear. It seemed my arrival was unwelcome to him, as if he was rejecting me.
At the third-floor doctor's duty room, curiosity got the better of me, and I knocked on the door.
A male doctor opened the door and asked what I needed.
I explained my purpose clearly.
The doctor asked me to wait in his office for a moment. I went in and waited less than two minutes at the door before he arrived.
We entered the office one after the other, sitting across from each other. After a few exchanges, the doctor learned that Luo Deming was my senior and a friend of my late grandfather, and he began to detail the specifics of his illness.
The doctor said, "Luo Deming doesn't have any serious issues; he just refuses to leave. He even insists on us checking this and that. It's strange because many patients are afraid of examinations, but he isn't; he actively asks us to check him."
Some people prefer to keep a low profile, while others enjoy being in the spotlight. This male doctor seemed to relish showing off his knowledge; he appreciated that I was a quiet and attentive listener. I didn't want to interrupt him, but my mind was racing with thoughts about Lao Luo. What did this all mean? I stared blankly at the doctor as he spoke, his professional smile plastered on his face. My ears were forced to absorb medical jargon that I couldn't understand, while my mind was consumed with thoughts of Lao Luo. I had a gut feeling that he wasn't sick; rather, he was clearly trying to escape from something.
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