From seeing it

Outside the window is the courtyard, and there is nothing else, not to mention the terrifying big pale hand.

What did Zhou Kesheng mean by saying this suddenly? Could he also see that big pale hand? No, he is the director of the mental hospital, how could he also have hallucinations?

He thought of what he had told people about the big pale hand before, but unfortunately no one believed it, and it was regarded as a mental illness instead. Zhou Kesheng must have read the information on this, so he deliberately said this to make himself hooked.

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Xiao Ling thought he was almost fooled, so he forced a smile and said, "Dean, I don't understand what you mean, I had hallucinations of that pale hand at first, but I was admitted to the hospital for treatment." I haven't seen him since, and I'm really healed."

Zhou Kesheng ignored Xiao Ling, just continued to stare out of the window with a very strange expression, and muttered: "There were twenty-nine people in the coach accident, and this is the number of people who are scheduled to die, but you Became the sole survivor, turned into an accident..."

When Zhou Kesheng said this, his body shook suddenly, as if he had woken up from a trance, he looked at Xiao Ling, and lowered his voice, "You...are being targeted by 'it', and you are doomed."

At this moment, Zhou Kesheng's expression was slightly distorted, and there was a strange light in his eyes. Xiao Ling was horrified when he saw it, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Who the hell are you? What are you talking about?"

Zhou Kesheng grinned suddenly and said, "My name is Zhou Kesheng, and I'm the director of this hospital. Xiao Ling, if you remember me, you can contact me if you think clearly."

While talking, he took out a business card from his body, handed it to him, and said, "There is my mobile phone number on it, maybe you will need it. You pack it up, and you can leave the hospital at any time. The hospital has contacted your parents to let They're coming to pick you up, check the time and they should be here."

Zhou Kesheng stood up after speaking, then opened the door of the ward and walked out.

Xiao Ling sat blankly on the bed, his whole body felt chills. He no longer had the slightest joy of being discharged from the hospital. Instead, his mind was shrouded in an inexplicable fear.

This damned Zhou Kesheng, what happened to him? Is he still a doctor? Maybe he's a psychopath?

What kind of brain is installed with a filter function by a mysterious force, what kind of mental illness sees the real world, what is the predetermined number of deaths, what is doom, is this old guy cursing me? Or are you trying to scare me?

That's right, he must have stimulated me like this on purpose. Could it be that he wanted to see if I really recovered? What a sinister fellow.

Xiao Ling cursed secretly in his heart, and hurriedly got up to pack his things.

Holding the business card given by Zhou Kesheng in his hand, he wanted to throw it into the trash can on the side several times, but somehow he still kept it.

Not long after, his parents came to pick him up, but Zhou Kesheng didn't lie to him, and the discharge procedures were completed.

Xiao Ling put on a new set of clothes and left with his parents.

After leaving the mental hospital where he had been staying for twenty-five days, Xiao Ling let out a long breath, feeling a little dazed, feeling that the air outside seemed much fresher.

Looking at the smiling faces of his parents, he realized that it has only been more than a month since his car accident, and his parents seemed to have aged several years, which made Xiao Ling feel a little sad.

"Dad, Mom, I'm fine, let's go home." Xiao Ling's voice was choked up.

Xiao Ling's mother Song Fengqin's eyes were already red, she nodded continuously, and held her son's hand tightly, fearing that if she let go, her son would disappear.

Since Xiao Ling's car accident, their family seemed to have fallen into a dark hell.

Song Fengqin washed her face with tears countless times. She couldn't imagine how she had survived this past month. Looking at her son's thinned cheeks, Song Fengqin almost burst into tears again.

"Let's go home. Mom cooked a lot of good dishes today. It's been hard for you these days."

Xiao Ling said: "Mom, I'm fine, I made you and Dad worry about me."

I thought that although I can still see those weird and bizarre things, I can't tell them anymore in the future, so as not to make them think that I have a mental illness and worry about myself again.

His uncle Song Tianhua drove over. Xiao Ling saw Song Tianhua and said hello. He was very close to this uncle. After his accident, Song Tianhua did a lot of hard work.

Song Tianhua stretched out his hand, patted his shoulder, and said, "It's all over, get in the car."

Song Fengqin pulled Xiao Ling and was about to get into the back seat of the car together. His father Xiao Hairong got into the co-pilot, and Song Tianhua also got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Xiao Ling opened the back door, suddenly his body shook, his face turned pale, and he took a step back suddenly, as if there was some terrible man-eating beast hidden in the car.

"Xiao Ling, what's the matter?" Song Fengqin saw her son's face suddenly changed color and backed away, fearing that something might happen to him, she hurriedly stepped forward to hold him, then looked into the car, there was nothing on the back seat.

Xiao Hairong, who was sitting in the front co-pilot, turned his head and said, "Xiao Ling, what's wrong? Get in the car."

Xiao Ling's face was pale, these days he became thinner and thinner, he hadn't seen the sun for many days, his face was as white as a piece of paper, and he could faintly see veins on his face.

His eyes widened, staring into the car.

He saw a big pale hand, which was closing quietly, quietly occupying the seat at the back of the carriage, as if waiting for Xiao Ling like a monster devouring people.

Xiao Ling knew that his hysteria was not cured, and no one else could see this big pale hand, but in his eyes, this big pale hand was so real, even its five fingers were moving slightly, He could see everything clearly.

In his mind, he thought of the big pale hand he witnessed yesterday, quietly twisting the little white man who looked exactly like the hospital cleaner, Old Wu. Today, news came that Old Wu suffered a cerebral hemorrhage due to a fall yesterday, and died on the spot.

Now this big pale hand appeared in the carriage, what exactly does it represent? Could it be that among the four of them, any accident would happen? even death?

He suddenly thought of the mysterious and weird Zhou Kesheng.

"You... have been targeted by 'it', and you are doomed."

Zhou Kesheng's voice seemed to have a magical power, echoing in Xiao Ling's mind.

Who is "it", does it mean this big pale hand? He was being targeted by "it"?

Doomed?

Will he die?

"Little Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Song Fengqin's anxious voice finally woke Xiao Ling up from his stupor.

At some point, Xiao Hairong and Song Tianhua got out of the car and surrounded them with Song Fengqin. Seeing Xiao Ling's reaction, they were terrified.