Chapter 9 Something is fishy

He asked me to accompany her. I originally wanted to refuse, but seeing how pitiful the girl was, I agreed. As a result, the girl died within a few days after she came out of the hospital. It seemed that she died of an infection. I don’t know the details.

In short, just because of this, I have a really bad impression of this kind of Putian abortion hospital, so much so that when I see a trace of purple-black fog coming out of the door, I feel that it is because of the death here. Extraordinary.

Moreover, it is estimated that more than one or two people died. This was the first time in my life that I had seen this kind of black mist, but I somehow understood that this black mist was made up of human souls—of course not just souls, but wronged souls, one after another.

Among these wronged souls are the souls of women who died in childbirth and the souls of aborted babies.

I saw the purple-black fog getting more and more, and I suddenly came back to my senses. Why the hell did I suddenly appear in the Putian Department of Abortion Hospital now?

I couldn't understand it, but at this moment, I suddenly couldn't help but tremble, and my pupils shrank sharply - from the black mist composed of piles of innocent souls, I seemed to see a person A struggling figure.

A small group of souls that have not yet completed turning black are crying and struggling - it is the soul of a baby, it seems that it has just been born, and there are still bloodshot eyes on its body.

However, gradually, the baby's limbs began to fall off. As the body was torn apart and falling off, the baby's cries became more and more miserable. The sight made me feel a little sorry.

At that time, the death of my buddy's girlfriend had a big impact on me, so I also researched about abortion.

It was only later that I realized that abortion was not as simple as I thought - it was a really cruel thing.

Doctors will use instruments to directly break up the unformed baby into a shape that is easy to take out from the mother's womb. To put it bluntly, what is the difference between killing and quartering?

Especially for those pregnant women who have reached the age of childbirth, if they go for abortion, it is no different from killing.

The baby, struggling in the black mist and crying in pain, seemed to be in the process of being dismembered.

I think the reason why I saw the soul first and then the scene of him being dismembered was because... he was already dead in his mother's belly.

I don’t know how she died, but it can be roughly inferred that after the child died, her mother came to the abortion hospital for an abortion.

It was painful for me to watch this process, and I wanted to do something for him, but whenever I wanted to get closer to the black mist, there would always be an invisible and powerful force that would bring me back to where I was.

So, I could only watch like a spectator.

When the baby was completely dismantled, even the head was in pieces, I could no longer hear his cry, and there was no white soul in the black mist.

Soon after, I saw the closed door being opened a little bit, and then a person was pushed out, covered with a white cloth .

I guess this woman must be the mother of the baby just now. But a question arose in my mind.

Several doctors and nurses wearing shabby and dirty white coats walked out of it. Some were yawning, but the two young nurses were still laughing and joking, without any heaviness on their faces.

Generally speaking, living people wouldn’t be covered with white cloth like this, right? Shouldn't they all be privately covered with white cloths that have to be sent to the morgue?

I felt a little uneasy for no reason. I always felt that there was something fishy about the man covered with white cloth, so I couldn't care less and followed him directly.

At first I was afraid that I would be discovered, so I hid for a while, but then I felt that these people didn't seem to know my existence, so I experimented by yelling on purpose. Sure enough, they couldn't see me.

It was really like what was written in a supernatural novel. It was so nonsense. I shook my head and felt very speechless.

However, when I walked with them in a swaggering way, I suddenly heard these guys starting to discuss things about this woman.

"Hey, tell me, how are we going to meet this bitch's husband later?"

A young nurse said this with a sneer on her face. She also glanced down at the person covered under the white cloth, her eyes full of contempt.

"It's a bullshit explanation. I probably want the man who came with her to die. Just fool her and that's it."

A doctor said this leisurely, as if he had remembered something, and after a pause he added, "But after her lover leaves and her husband and children come, we will have to make a profit. Then pay attention to your acting skills." ."

"Ah? Make a fortune? How to make a profit?"

Doctor B asked somewhat blankly.

"Damn, that's why I said the new guy is stupid and doesn't understand anything - of course he wants a red envelope!"

Doctor B said in shock, "Now that everyone is dead, how can I still ask for a red envelope?"

Hearing what he said, Doctor A sneered, then stopped the car, reached out and lifted the white cloth directly.

I looked over subconsciously, my eyes widened instantly, I felt my scalp numb, and I was shocked by the terrifying sight in front of me.

Mahler Gobi, are these guys really doctors?

This woman who came for an abortion had her belly cut open, her internal organs clearly visible, and her body covered in bright red blood, just like a slaughterhouse. It was very scary.

I am only a descendant of a burial master, and I am not a medical student. I have never seen such a scene before, and I immediately started to tremble with fear.

Doctor A, who lifted the cloth, lifted the white cloth to the end, exposing the woman's face.

This woman was still breathing, albeit very weakly, and her eyes were slightly open, looking very confused.

"Where is the dead? Isn't this still alive?"

I felt like I was struck by lightning at this moment, and my mind went blank. Not because of the miserable appearance of this woman, nor because of the cruelty of these profit-driven guys.

It's because this woman is none other than Hong Yan!

"...But, it's impossible for her to survive..."

Doctor B finished tremblingly like this - he seemed to be a little bit like me and couldn't stand this cruel scene. Several young nurses immediately glared at him with contempt.

Doctor A narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "It doesn't matter whether she can survive - what matters is that her real husband and her children want her to survive. Do you understand what I mean?"

Seeing Doctor B in a daze for a long time, unable to come back to his senses, Doctor A said disdainfully, "Okay, you loser, I don't expect you... Just shut up and stop talking for a while, just pretend that you are mute." Alright, I'll deal with it."

Seeing this, I did not continue to follow, but just stood there, silently watching Hong Yan being gradually pushed away under the pale moonlight. The group of people were wearing red and white white coats, but they didn't look like medical staff.

I haven't seen a ghost yet, but I feel like I've seen one again.

At this point, I feel like I vaguely understand the context of the whole thing - but it seems that there are still some clues missing.

After hesitating for a moment, I followed him again.

Outside the operating room, I saw Hong Yan's husband and several children. My husband is quite handsome, but this person seems particularly dull.

Things developed just as these guys expected. The dull man stuffed a bag of money into the other party in a straightforward manner.

These guys took it with smiles and pushed the half-dead Hong Yan back into the room that exuded a sinister atmosphere.

This time, they seemed to be too lazy to pretend - the door of the operating room was ajar, and their harsh laughter and vague light came from inside.

During the conversation, I seemed to vaguely hear Hong Yan’s voice.

"Doctor...am I going to die?"

"...We tried our best."

Yes, you tried your best - you tried your best to steal a sum of money, money stained with human blood.

"...It doesn't matter if I die, but...doctor, will my child survive?"

"...I regret."

I couldn't hear regret in these guys' voices, but I could hear some impatience.

"No...this is Zhijie and I's child...it is the fruit of our love. I can't live without him..."

"I'm sorry, we did our best."

"My child, my child... Wuwu, Zhijie, doctor, where is Zhijie? I want to see him..."

"Your lover...ah, ahem, your husband has already left because of something else."

"...How could it be, how could it be...wuwu...Zhijie, Zhijie, I miss you so much...I'm so cold and in pain..."

I heard Hong Yan's voice getting weaker and weaker, and then when she was completely silent, after a moment's pause, these guys started talking and laughing again as if nothing had happened.

"Your uncle's... a bunch of beasts." I gritted my teeth. It had nothing to do with me, but I felt a deep anger.

Now, after sorting out the information in my mind, I seem to know what the whole thing is about.

After a while, I saw these guys coming out covered in blood, and the room suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the faint light coming from the crack in the door, I felt very complicated.

Finally, I decided to go in and take a look.

And after entering, my heart became even colder - there were no legitimate surgical instruments in here, they were all damn things I knew.

What hammers, pliers, bloody scissors, sharp blades... It's more like an execution ground than an operating room.

The beige marble floor was covered in blood, puddle after puddle.

The blood was mixed with the amniotic fluid, making it look very thin and light pink. As I watched, I felt a little panicked, and a touch of sadness arose in my heart.

Looking up, I saw Hong Yan lying there on the single-sized hospital bed, on the bright red sheets.

After sitting next to her, I saw a purple-black mist condensed on the ceiling in the corner, floating gently, like a hunter waiting for the arrival of prey.

However, while I was staring at the motionless Hong Yan, a strange thing happened in front of my eyes.

I saw that another Hong Yan was gradually appearing in Hong Yan's body. The shadow was blurry at first, but I saw her sit up, get out of bed, and stare at her hands with her head down in confusion.

After that, she seemed to have noticed me, and she slowly raised her head. Her face, which was a little unreal but still charming, looked at me with a hint of confusion.

"...Who are you?"

Looking at Hong Yan's confused face, I was actually confused myself - how could she see me? Those guys couldn't see me just now and treated me like air.

At this time, I looked at Hong Yan's illusory figure, and suddenly thought of something, and then glanced at Hong Yan's body - sure enough, her eyes were closed.

Hong Yan is dead, that is to say, this is Hong Yan's soul now.

The living ones can't see me, but the dead souls can.

In other words...am I also a soul now?

Thinking of the previous scene where I was slapped down by the cat demon with a fierce paw, I felt like ten thousand grass and mud horses were floating in my heart.