Having arrived at the 6th floor, everyone stopped.

Just looking at the corridor from the stairwell gave a very oppressive feeling. Everything around seemed shrouded in a dim, gray hue.

It seemed no one had been on this floor for a long time.

They passed several rooms in a row, all with their doors tightly shut.

Not just locked normally after work, but padlocked from the outside with iron locks, the kind with chains, wound around the doorknobs several times.

Judging by the rust on the locks, they hadn't been opened for at least a few years.

Perhaps also feeling that the environment was a bit too grim, the nurse leading the way explained that they didn't stay here, but in another corridor adjacent to it.

They only passed through here because they came up the stairs.

If they took the elevator, they wouldn't have.

Then she added that this side of the floor had been abandoned before she even started working at this hospital, and only a few rooms near the side where their wards were located were still occasionally used.

Before long, Jiang Cheng saw the few rooms the nurse had mentioned.

The rooms weren't locked, and the doors were ajar, leaving a gap about the size of half a fist.

Through the gap, he could see various discarded items like old equipment. He didn't notice anything special, and with the nurse present, it wasn't convenient for him to go inside to check.

After walking a few more steps and turning a corner, they came to a large hall. It wasn't very big, and there was a row of conjoined plastic seats against the wall.

On the wall directly opposite was a huge frame made of aluminum alloy.

It was covered with a layer of glass.

The glass was very dirty. You could vaguely see some old newspapers pasted inside, probably used to commend medical staff who had made contributions back in the day.

They would put up their photos or stories, reports, and the like.

Something like a hall of fame.

Connected to the hall was another corridor.

The environment here was much better.

The floor was very clean, as if it had been swept not long ago.

Arriving at the door of ward 604, the nurse stopped, took out her key, and opened the door.

Because night was gradually falling, the room was very dim. The nurse didn't go in immediately, but reached into the room and turned on the light.

The room was quite spacious, with a total of 5 beds. It was clear that there should originally have been 6, arranged in rows of three.

But where the last bed should have been, there was a huge wardrobe. Next to the wardrobe were some daily necessities, like a hot water kettle.

Several red clay flower pots were placed on the windowsill, but they were empty, with no flowers or plants.

This was Jiang Cheng and the others' room.

Originally, there was no need for the rest of the group to come up. Their rooms were on the 2nd floor, but Huai Yi insisted on taking a look.

After all, he was experienced, and he was the backbone of the group.

While the nurse was introducing the facilities in the room, Huai Yi lowered his voice and reminded Jiang Cheng and the others to be careful after dark.

Try not to go out, and if you have to, then go together in pairs.

Someone should also be left to guard the room.

In short, under the premise of not being alone, be careful of having your "home" stolen.

Hearing this, Du Feng swallowed carefully and whispered, "What happens if you accidentally get separated?"

Huai Yi shook his head, leaned close to his ear, and said softly, "I don't know, after all, dead men tell no tales."

Du Feng's expression looked like he'd eaten a fly.

Seeing that the sky outside was getting darker and darker, the nurse's voice also became hurried. "That's basically it," she said, looking at Jiang Cheng and the others. "If there are no problems, the patient and accompanying family members can stay, and the rest of you can come with me."

"Let's hurry," she added.

"Wait," Jiang Cheng asked, "If something happens at night, where do we find you?"

A strange expression flashed across the nurse's face, but she still answered calmly, "We have our nurse station on the 4th floor."

Looking at the nurse, Jiang Cheng showed a very sincere expression, "Miss, are you on duty tonight?"

"No."

Seeming not wanting to waste any more time, the nurse said quickly, "Try not to wander around at night. The facilities in some parts of this building are old, and the lights aren't good at night."

As soon as she finished speaking, she left with the remaining people, giving Jiang Cheng no chance to continue asking questions.

Watching the nurse's back, Jiang Cheng slowly narrowed his eyes. To be able to restrain the desire to chat with him and be in such a hurry to leave...

It was conceivable how eerie the hospital was at night.

Only Jiang Cheng, Lin Wan'er, Du Feng, and Wei Wei remained in the room.

Fortunately, they all knew each other, so it wasn't too awkward.

After closing the door, Du Feng helped Jiang Cheng move a bed to prop it up from behind.

The remaining four beds were just enough for one person each.

Jiang Cheng didn't plan to take the initiative to explore tonight. There was too little information, and going out might just be suicide.

He would wait until tomorrow to walk around the hospital during the day.

If he was lucky, he might catch a couple of nurses and pry some information out of them.

After thinking about it, that corridor he passed by just now gave Jiang Cheng a very strange feeling. The rooms nearby didn't look like any important places.

Logically speaking, it would be enough to lock them with the locks on the doors, but there was no need to add another lock on the outside.

Who were they guarding against?

Or rather... what were they guarding against?

And this ward.

Jiang Cheng walked around the room and found many strange things. He picked up the hot water kettle and shook it. It was already filled with water.

He removed the stopper, and steam rose.

He opened the wardrobe, and a faint fragrance wafted out. In addition to a few wooden hangers, there were also a few boxes of mothballs, and a few rolls of toilet paper piled in the corner.

To Jiang Cheng's surprise, there were actually instant noodles, and several stacked aluminum lunch boxes for making instant noodles.

Du Feng walked over and sighed with emotion, saying that he hadn't seen this stuff since his grandmother died, and it had been almost 20 years.

Jiang Cheng didn't pay any attention to him.

Leaning closer to the open wardrobe door, Jiang Cheng leaned over and gently sniffed, a faint, musty smell filled his nostrils.

Sure enough...

This ward wasn't what they saw now, but had been hastily cleaned up.

Before, it was probably similar to those locked rooms he had just passed.

Abandoned for many years.

Because they were worried that they would smell the musty odor in the wardrobe, they sprayed a very strong air freshener and threw in a lot of mothballs.

Just to cover up the smell.

This seemingly thoughtful gesture wasn't a good sign for Jiang Cheng.

He turned to look at the door. The doors of the wards all had glass observation windows.

But here, the window was covered with a piece of white paper.

Walking to the window, Jiang Cheng touched the raised corner of the white paper with his hand.

The paper wasn't thick, and the texture was very brittle.

It looked like it had just been pasted on.