Zhikura Tomoya did not show too much expression on this. Although the title page contained blood-red words that he must not read, he had already smelled the subtext of "absolutely look".

This is to say to others, “Don’t press a button here” or “Don’t open this door”. The more you say this, the easier it is to make a person feel curious from the bottom of his heart.

He calmly opened the next page, which read the period, and then several photos clipped inside.

"Is this photo a group photo? They are dressed in the outfits of traditional Chinese medicine doctors and nurses in the hospital. It seems that this place can be connected to the "Yumen Hospital" and so on..."

He looked at the booklet and found that the cases of several people recorded on it were not called by names, but were called by numbers, just like experimental animals.

"September 13: Everything is normal, the admissions are in good health and no problems."

"September 14: Normal, no matter what to pay attention to."

"September 15: In good condition, everything is normal. What should be noted is the admission in Room 7. Considering that she has symptoms of diabetes during pregnancy, she needs to pay attention to her diet."

"On September 16, the other admissions were in good shape, and everything was peaceful today."

"On September 17, the condition is still OK. The test in Room 12 ended, but unfortunately it did not meet the standards. It is recommended to dispose of 12-01."

"On September 17, I was in good condition, Room 6 was approaching the 28th week and was in the late stage, so I should pay close attention to it."

...

Zhicang Dongye flipped the booklet one page after another. The more he turned down, the tighter his brows became.

To say the reason, it was that he realized that the booklet was not a case form, and the booklet was closer to the kind of record of "experimental projects".

Simply put, this basement seems to be conducting some kind of experiment, and the subject of the experiment seems to be a group of pregnant women.

"It should be an experiment conducted using artificial insemination. The so-called 'admission' is women who have undergone surgery and transplanted embryos. After they undergo surgery, they are collectively left here for 'admission observation'."

Zhikura Tooye stopped looking through the booklet. He pressed his hand against his chin, and a trace of contemplative intention was revealed in his eyes.

"Another way, what is the purpose of doing this kind of experiment?"

This is what he can't understand now.

All admitted to the hospital were women;

After entering here, they were forced to undergo artificial pregnancy surgery;

These women will be asked to stay until after giving birth before being discharged;

"What is the goal? Is it for the baby?"

He couldn't help but doubt

For this reason, Zhicang Dongye opened the book again and decided to continue reading.

I turned nearly forty pages in one breath, and it was November. Zhicang Dongye suddenly found that the person who recorded on the booklet was writing more and more.

"On November 6, in good condition, today there are three more wastes to be destroyed, and everything is peaceful."

"On November 7, in good condition, there was no work today, but a new admission came to Room 12, and it is left to be observed."

...

"On November 9, the situation is OK, today's work is quite troublesome, and the admissions in Room 24 are a little crazy, and she said something was secretly watching her under the crack at the door at night."

...

"On November 13, good, the director said he was not very satisfied with our work. He said that the admissions on the 17th, 24th and 31st were not in good spirits and asked us to pay attention."

...

"On November 17th, today is worse. The 24th admission, the crazy woman died, she died strangely... I remembered what the woman said, and she said something was looking at her... Maybe, this is not a big deal."

...

"On November 24, the situation is OK, but my spirit is getting worse and worse. I am trying to apply for transfer from this position..."

"On November 25, good, I started to lose insomnia, and my work during the day was getting more and more difficult. It was not my fault. Someone was peeking at me in the dark and peeking at me. Damn, who it is."

"On November 26, good, I only slept for three hours at night, at three in the morning, I heard someone knocking on my door, and opening it, and there was no one."

"I ran into the corridor, searched everywhere, and returned to my door again. Suddenly, I felt someone's sight again, as if the sharp arrows of the archer were passing me through a corner."

"November 27, good, I don't think I had hallucinations. Yesterday, when I was dealing with the waste, I went to the incinerator. Suddenly, I felt someone following me. It was a very bad premonition, as if someone was breathing, and I could still feel the smell of fishy smell. At this time, I felt once again being secretly peeked at me. The feeling was very uncomfortable. Even if I just stayed still, I couldn't stop the chills that flowed through my whole body."

"I turned my head and saw a shadow. At the corner at the end of the corridor, in an extremely low position, someone was peeping at me with half of his face. I hurried over, but the figure had disappeared, but it left a line of words with crooked and slanted words on the corner of the wall, with clumsy writing, 'I've been watching you'."

...

"December 10, in good condition. From that day on, those things seemed to be around me. I know that this is retribution, but why is it me?!"

The more you turn back, the handwriting becomes more and more distorted, and the date does not even appear.

"I don't know why, but I was targeted and the application has not been approved for a long time. I dare not tell others about this. They will definitely think I am a lunatic, and there is no way out here."

"They are still staring at me, from behind me, from the top of my head, from corners, from corners, from under the table, in order to let me know their existence, they have been writing and writing in red words..."

The handwriting on the last side of the booklet is all red, not written in red pen, but written in blood. Zhicang Dongye can even smell a faint smell of rust, which is the smell of blood.

"Is the last handwriting written in blood?"

Zhicang Dongye was slightly stunned. He knew that the person who wrote these words in the booklet would definitely go crazy in the end.

At this moment, a strange scene happened—

Tick.

Suddenly, some liquid fell from the top of the head and fell on the paper and covered with the handwriting.

The paper on the booklet was gradually dyed red.

Danger! Bonely malice!

Zhikura Toshiya suddenly raised his head up, his eyelids twitched, and a creepy feeling emerged throughout his body.

There were sounds.

It seems to be the cry of a cat.

Just on the ceiling, he saw it the moment he looked up.

Is that a baby or a stillbirth or something - a dead baby with only a head, a dead baby with deformed double-headed baby, and a strange baby with a huge head turned into a strange cluster from the air - her face turned blue and her skin was black, like a dead body that had been abandoned for a long time, gathered together, and her whole body emitted a rotten aura.

The whole body of those things was wrapped in the contour of black shadows, like a huge skinned pomegranate. "They" had no eyes, the eyeballs in the sockets had rotted, and the charred part of the skin was constantly falling.

"Oops!"
Chapter completed!