Mysterious resurrection, something's wrong with this guy.

Chapter 11: Something Under the Bed

Inside a ward at a mental hospital in Dajing City.

Su Qin lay on the hospital bed like a corpse, with several unidentified instruments connected to his body beside the bed.

After a long while, Su Qin's body twitched slightly, then he suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and looked blank, as if he had just woken up from a drunken stupor.

The next second, as if he remembered something, he looked around in terror, as if searching for something, but also afraid of actually finding something.

He remembered the experience before he lost consciousness; it was so terrifying that it was deeply imprinted in his mind and he couldn't shake it off.

Even now, I'm still paranoid, always feeling like something terrifying might suddenly appear around me.

After searching for a while without finding anything, he gradually felt relieved.

"Phew! I'm saved! I'm still alive, that's amazing!"

Su Qin breathed a sigh of relief and searched his body, finding nothing unusual. He then looked around and realized he was probably in a hospital.

In other words, he was not killed by that terrifying ghost and was rescued. Thinking that he was finally out of danger, Su Qin couldn't help but feel fortunate for his luck.

Several suspicious individuals stood outside the ward: an elderly man who appeared to be terminally ill, a middle-aged man dressed in black, and a bespectacled man in a white coat. They were all intently observing Su Qin inside the ward.

"Professor Zhang, this might cause problems! Is it really useful to lock up a ghost in a room with that thing?" the middle-aged man asked the sickly old man.

"Cough cough cough, hehe~ I just came to take a look, I trust Xiao Wang's judgment."

A slight smile of satisfaction appeared on the old man's sickly face. This was his most satisfied student. Although he had just come into contact with the supernatural, his many ingenious ideas were something even he had to admire.

The bespectacled man, referred to as Xiao Wang, seemed not to have heard their words, continuing to stare intently into the ward, lost in thought.

The bespectacled man's thoughts wandered, and he began to speculate on what was most likely to happen next in the ward.

"According to the contractor's description, he is not a careless person. He should be able to notice the abnormal phenomena around him. The answer will be revealed soon."

From the moment Su Qin was sent to the laboratory, the bespectacled man began his research. In three whole days, he had thoroughly studied Su Qin's physical condition, and was almost ready to cut him into pieces for further study.

The research has now entered its final stage, which is to test what kind of supernatural power this young man named Su Qin has mastered.

Inside the room, Su Qin remained oblivious to the commotion, still basking in the joy of surviving a close call. He stretched and loosened his muscles.

"Phew! We're safe now. But what the hell was that thing? What's wrong with this world? Will this kind of thing happen again? What should I do if I encounter something like that again?"

Su Qin stretched his stiff and sore body, then rolled over and got out of bed.

"Huh? What is it?"

Su Qin felt as if he had stepped on something, something soft, cool, and smooth, like...

Su Qin suddenly shuddered and instantly shrank back onto the bed. Because he wasn't wearing shoes, he could tell that he had probably stepped on a human hand.

But how can you step on someone's palm by the bed? And the touch isn't at a normal body temperature.

Having just experienced a terrifying event, Su Qin was particularly sensitive to that kind of thing.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, he couldn't help but peek out to check, wanting to confirm it.

There was nothing there.

"Wait a minute, how come it's not there? Didn't I just step on it?"

Suddenly, Su Qin felt a chill run down his spine.

"Could I really be that unlucky?!"

A cold human hand couldn't possibly be from a living person. Could it be that I've encountered something unclean again?

"Let's take another look!"

Su Qin peered out again, but still found nothing, which only made him more uneasy.

"Hiss~! Why do I suddenly feel a bit chilly?"

Su Qin felt that the temperature around him had dropped significantly, and it felt chilly, especially the bed, which was very unusual.

Su Qin jumped up immediately, leaped off the bed, and rushed towards the door, trying to escape.

It was that familiar feeling again, that eerie chill that left a deep impression on him, one he never wanted to experience again.

But now I'm reliving that feeling again.

All of this points to the fact that there is something wrong with this ward.

Run, run now! Don't linger for even a moment, or you'll never have another chance.

Su Qin jumped off the bed and ran away as fast as he could, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible. He didn't want to experience something like what happened at the Ping An Building again.

But to his horror, he discovered that he couldn't escape. The door seemed to be welded shut; he used all his strength but couldn't open it, and it wouldn't budge.

"grass!"

"Which bastard locked the door? If I get out, I'll kill you!"

Su Qin's heart sank to the bottom. Something was clearly wrong with this room. He couldn't get out, and who knew what would happen?

After trying for a while, he gave up on the idea of ​​going out.

Unable to push it open, unable to smash it, and unable to get out, Su Qin leaned against the door, staring intently at the hospital bed.

He didn't know when it started, but this hospital bed gave him a creepy feeling. He always felt something was wrong. It was pitch black under the bed, like an abyss, and he always felt that there was something in there.

Sometimes, what you fear most is what happens. The darkness under the bed seemed to be surging, as if something was about to crawl out.

A pale hand reached out from under the bed, crawled on the floor, and slowly pulled the thing behind it out.

First, an arm emerged, and then, slowly, a head emerged—a head with pale, dead fish eyes.

Those pale eyes were staring intently at Su Qin, a stare that sent chills down one's spine.

"grass"

Su Qin shook the door frantically, but there was no response. He could only watch helplessly as the monster under the bed slowly crawled out and towards him.

Until the thing crawled up to him, stretched out a pair of stiff hands, grabbed his feet tightly, and slowly climbed up. The places that the hands had gripped became cold and numb, as if they were necrotic and he could not move.

Su Qin could only watch helplessly as this ghostly thing crawled up, gripping its body. His heart was filled with fear, and his vision began to dim, as if the whole world had lost its color.

No, not everything lost its color, or rather, he saw things that are normally invisible to the naked eye.

He saw a long white thread, one end of which was connected to him, and the other end wrapped around the ghostly thing. The white thread was very long, as if it had no end.

The figure of that ghostly thing became somewhat blurry, as if it were a double image.

At this moment, the ghostly thing stood up by itself, grabbing Su Qin's body, and reached for his head with both hands.

It's not hard to imagine that being grabbed by the head by this thing wouldn't end well. Su Qin subconsciously reached out and followed the white thread to scratch the thing in front of him.

His hand seemed to pass through layers of space, grabbing the monster's head in this gloomy world, holding it tightly, and then pushing it away with all his might.

Boom!

The corpse fell stiffly to the ground, showing no sign of struggling and remaining completely still.

Su Qin felt a cool sensation in his palm, as if he had grasped something.

It was half a head, but it wasn't a physical object; it was just a grayish-white phantom.

Su Qin subconsciously looked at the ghostly thing lying on the ground, still stiff and motionless, still a mixture of illusion and reality, only the illusory head was missing half of its head.

Suddenly, Su Qin seemed to realize something and hurriedly shook his hand, trying to throw away the strange half of the head.

However, as soon as he let go, the illusory half of the head began to wriggle strangely, sticking to his hand like chewing gum, and was crawling into his body.

Su Qin didn't have time to stop it. By the time he realized what was happening, the strange half-head had already completely burrowed into his body.

Instantly, a bone-chilling cold spread through his palm and into his body, all the way to his brain.

"Ah~!"

Something extra seemed to have suddenly grown in his head, causing him to cry out in pain.

Su Qin covered his head tightly with both hands, but an even stranger scene unfolded.

Su Qin's hand mysteriously reached into his own head.

Su Qin grabbed something from the spot where his head was aching—something cold and clearly not his.

That was the half of the head from before, but now it looked even more illusory and broken, as if it would melt away at any moment.

Su Qin pulled it out and threw it away, and the unbearable pain was temporarily relieved.

The people outside the ward were stunned for a couple of seconds when they saw this scene.

"What happened? What did he do? He just pushed me, and now he's not moving anymore?"

Is a severe headache a sign of a resurrected vengeful ghost?

The middle-aged man was filled with disbelief. He was the one who had imprisoned this ghost, and he knew its killing patterns and methods best. Based on what had just happened, he thought Su Qin was doomed, but with just a gentle push, the ghost became still.

The bespectacled man reached out and gently adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a slightly satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

"Not bad. Although it seemed helpless in dealing with the vengeful ghost, the result was as expected. When faced with the supernatural attack, the supernatural power within its body was stimulated, and it was able to instantly restrict C-level supernatural power. It also possesses at least B-level supernatural power."

Okay, the experiment is over. After a few days of training by the training department, you can officially start working.

As he spoke, the bespectacled man took out a remote control from his pocket, entered a password, and instantly, the door that Su Qin couldn't open was opened easily.

The sudden opening of the door startled Su Qin, who quickly took several steps back to the side until he reached the corner of the wall. He stared intently at the doorway while keeping an eye on the motionless corpse on the ground.

"Don't be nervous, it's all over, we meant no harm."

The bespectacled man spoke casually, but Su Qin didn't dare to relax at all, her eyes fixed on him.

Seeing Su Qin's expression of being on high alert and ready to attack at any moment, the middle-aged man had no choice but to step forward and protect the bespectacled man behind him. However, the bespectacled man did not seem to be worried at all that Su Qin might do anything rash.

"Don't worry, he should be calm now."

As the bespectacled man said, Su Qin is calmer than ever before, but also more tense and vigilant than ever before.

The middle-aged man was strange; he looked like a living person, yet he gave off the same feeling as the corpse on the ground. But what was most alarming was the seemingly ordinary, well-mannered man with glasses.

Seeing that Su Qin did not act rashly, the bespectacled man became even more confident and bolder, as he already knew Su Qin's information by heart.

Having just come into contact with something strange, and then seeing a living person with supernatural abilities, one is unlikely to act rashly.

"My surname is Wang. You can call me Wang Xiaoming or Bruce Pi. I am a researcher at this mental hospital. This is my teacher, Professor Zhang."

Wang Xiaoming calmly introduced himself, and also casually mentioned the teacher who was not very noticeable beside him.

Wang Xiaoming? Bruce Pi?

Why does that sound so familiar? Isn't that a character from a novel? Is it a coincidence?

Upon hearing Wang Xiaoming's introduction, Su Qin's face darkened, but he wisely refrained from asking any questions.

Since the other party has taken the initiative to contact us, let's see what they want to do first.

Seeing that Su Qin remained silent, Wang Xiaoming could only interpret and guess from the other party's facial expressions, while also probing further.

"I have good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"

Such a question made Su Qin alert. Such cryptic remarks from someone who clearly had a problem must be a test, perhaps hiding some ulterior motive.

"Instead of this, shouldn't you explain what this thing is? You should have the right to say!"

Su Qin pointed at the corpse on the ground, staring at Wang Xiaoming with a gloomy expression.

In fact, he had an absurd conjecture in his mind.

A bizarre and terrifying thing, a person who called himself Wang Xiaoming, inevitably made him think of these things, things that exist in novels.

Wang Xiaoming subconsciously adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his thoughts beginning to race.

This kid isn't taking it seriously, but that's okay.

"This issue is also closely related to you, but it doesn't conflict with it. The good news is that you are in good condition now, much better than the other people we know. You are very stable and there is no immediate danger."

The bad news is that you have at most six months to live. You are no longer an ordinary person and cannot return to a normal life. If nothing unexpected happens, you will eventually become like this one on the ground, or even more bizarre and terrifying.

We call this thing a ghost. It's eerie and terrifying, devoid of emotion and self, and only follows certain rules to do strange and terrifying things.

Ghosts cannot be killed; only ghosts can defeat them…