The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

After hearing the recording, Sang Feiwan began to think deeply:

If the world she lives in is the real world of 12 years ago as expected, then as long as the dark side of the mental hospital is uncovered, the problems here will naturally be solved.

Yu Beiming needs to find the ghost of the dean and resolve the obsession of the wronged souls. Once the wronged souls leave and the resentment dissipates, the world of the ghosts will naturally disappear. The two worlds of the past and the present will return to the right track and will no longer interfere with each other.

Sang Feiwan left a message to Yu Beiming: "Beiming, if that's the case, let's go our separate ways. You go find the dean's ghost, and I'll go find the person who called!"

Yu Beiming reminded her: "The call for help was made on November 2012, 11, at 2 p.m. The caller was Liu Guan."

"Also, are there four people from your crew here too, two men and two women? I saw them in Ward 322."

"They don't belong to this world, and there is no record of them getting into trouble in the subsequent official archives. Wanwan, you must remember not to change the past at will. You can only act according to the trajectory of the past. Otherwise, a butterfly effect will occur, affecting the future world, and the consequences are unpredictable."

Sang Feiwan certainly knew this truth: "I understand. As long as we find Liu Guan, everything will be easy."

After communicating with Yu Beiming via the phone, Sang Feiwan deliberately looked at the time on the phone: November 2012, 11, 2 p.m.

That call for help was made two hours later!

And at this moment, the phone is in her hand.

In other words, she had to find Liu Guan within two hours and call for help at seven o'clock in the evening.

Sang Feiwan's method of finding someone was very direct. He grabbed a nurse, pinched her neck and asked, "Who is Liu Guan in the mental hospital?"

The young nurse stammered, "I...I don't know."

Sang Feiwan slightly increased the strength of his hands: "Think about it carefully, or I will strangle you to death."

The young nurse suddenly remembered something and said quickly, "Oh, by the way, the patient that the director is going to have surgery on this afternoon seems to be called Liu Guan."

Sang Feiwan recalled that he had just hidden in the dark and saw the patient being pushed out of the operating room covered with a white cloth. The situation was not optimistic.

Could it be that he was not dead? At the critical moment, he was able to call for help?

"Where is the patient now? Take me there!"

The young nurse trembled as she led Sang Feiwan to the fifth floor, then pointed to the end of the corridor and said, "Where it is."

Sang Feiwan waved her sleeves and knocked the young nurse unconscious. Then she quickly ran into the room at the end of the corridor.

This is a small morgue. The patient was placed here after coming out of the operating room. There is also a small name tag next to it: [Liu Guan, male, 38 years old, history of mental illness for 11 years.]

A simple sentence sums up everything about him.

Lifting the white cloth, the man's true appearance was revealed. His head had been shaved, and there was a large cut in the middle. Although it had been stitched, the brain inside was completely rotten. The man was also dead, and there was no way he could call for help.

Could it be Liu Guan's ghost who was asking for help? But Sang Feiwan didn't notice a single ghost around. The ghosts of innocent people who died should all go to Yu Beiming after death.

There was no way to let his ghost make that call, because Yu Beiming's cell phone had no signal and was of no use other than recording.

At this moment, the time has reached 6:30 in the evening.

what can we do about it?

Suddenly, a humming sound came from my ears. The sound was very soft and weak, and ordinary people could not hear it at all, but Sang Feiwan keenly caught that it came from the nearby observation room - Pan Mao!

In Yu Beiming's world, the mental hospital has been abandoned and vacant. The souls who linger here are the dead. They died innocently in their lifetime and have deep resentment, and cannot be reborn.

On countless nights, they wandered around the mental hospital, looking for revenge on the director's ghost.

Yu Beiming asked the willow demon to gather the ghosts together.

The willow demon was quite active. He stood on the lawn outside and roared. All the ghosts floated over, trembling with fear and looking hideous.

The willow demon pinched his waist and angrily scolded: "What are the expressions on your faces? Even if I am a demon, I don't want to eat you. Do you have to be so scared?"

A ghost said cautiously: "I, I don't want to dance square dance... I don't know how to..."

It turns out that they are not afraid of being eaten by monsters, but afraid of being forced to dance square dance by monsters!

Seeing that everyone had gathered, Yu Beiming asked, "You have been here for such a long time, have you found any trace of the dean?"

All the ghosts shook their heads.

"I want to cut open the dean's head, dean?" One of the ghosts suddenly pointed at Yu Beiming, "Are you the dean? You want to kill us!"

The other ghosts also changed their expressions and squatted on the ground trembling.

These ghosts were mentally abnormal when they were alive, and even more abnormal after they died. They wanted to find the dean for revenge, but deep in their souls they were extremely afraid of the executioner.

At this time, one of the ghosts, a female ghost with long hair who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, stood up and said, "I don't know where the ghost of the dean is, neither inside nor outside the building. You look different from us, are you not ghosts?"

The willow demon became curious about the female ghost: "You speak in an orderly manner, you don't look like a ghost who has suffered from mental illness."

The ghost girl's eyes dimmed: "I also have a mental illness, but it's not serious. I'm sober most of the time."

The willow demon was even more puzzled: "Why would someone with mild symptoms be sent here? Isn't it better to stay at home?"

The ghost girl lowered her head, hiding her sadness. "My stepmother sent me here because she was afraid that I would go crazy at home and hurt my brother. No other place would accept me, only this place would, and it's free."

The willow demon patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Don't be sad, wait until we find the dean and put an end to your obsession, then you can leave here and have a good life in your next life."

Hearing this, the ghost girl's eyes showed a glimmer of hope: "Really? I still have a chance to leave? But how can we find the dean? He must be hiding, but none of us knows where he is hiding."

"You are trapped here by resentment, and he can't leave either." Yu Beiming looked around, his tone light but firm, "If you do evil, you will not escape punishment whether you are alive or dead!"

At this moment, the mental hospital is surrounded by ghosts, but it doesn't seem scary at all.

In another world, although there is not a single ghost, sometimes people are scarier than ghosts.

Pan Mao had no idea how many tubes of blood had been drawn from him, and he didn't know how many times he had fainted, but now he woke up again.

The beautiful nurse's face was right in front of his eyes, magnified several times, which scared him so much that he almost fainted again.

"You're about to have surgery. Enjoy your last moments of lucidity. After the surgery, you'll be a completely different person."

Then, the nurse picked up the electric shaver and said with a smile, "Come, shave your hair. Although frontal lobe surgery does not require opening the brain, shaving your hair will still make it much cleaner."

The hair clipper made a humming sound, and with a gentle push, large pieces of hair fell off. Soon, Pan Mao became a bald man.

The nurse complimented: "Your forehead is quite round!"