The commotion in the mental hospital gradually faded away.
Therefore, in the utility room on the first floor of the No. 3 laboratory building, the girls from the same dormitory gradually moved.
" Did I see wrongly?" Xiao Mu's tone was a little strange." Are they…wearing hospital gowns?"”
Song Xue did not answer immediately.
Actually, she had the best night vision here and could see the most clearly.
However, she was still in shock.
His thoughts were filled with confusion. Was that a group of…mental patients?
Why would there be a group of mental patients wandering around the university's laboratory building at one o'clock at night?
Moreover, this team combination was so strange…
There was an old man holding an old camera, a man holding a flower pot, a giant man who was at least 2.6 or 2.7 meters tall and held a huge knife, a woman with a terrified expression, and the only man who looked normal.
"Xiao Xue…Xiao Xue, why are you still lying at the door? You're in a daze and not saying anything?" the senior asked.
Song Xue smiled bitterly.
"Senior, you guys better be mentally prepared. There's something wrong with that group of people…"
The storeroom was silent, waiting for Song Xue to continue.
"Indeed, Senior Sister Xiaomu did not see wrongly. They were all wearing hospital gowns, but they were in the style from more than ten years ago!”
"And when they passed by us just now, I saw the brand on their hospital clothes…It's the hospital clothes of a mental hospital!”
Dumbfounded, the three senior sisters looked at her with their mouths agape.
Are you kidding me?
Why would a patient from a mental hospital appear in the university's laboratory building in the middle of the night?
The four of them came here for adventure and excitement.
Then what was the purpose of a group of mental patients?
Suddenly, Xiao Mu asked in a fearful tone,"
"Xiaoxue, did you really see it clearly? They are…living people?"
"I don't know!"
Actually, it was not her fault for not knowing.
How could a normal person's body grow to the size of a razor?
The tallest person recorded in the world was only 2.4 meters tall.
Razor was already 2.7 meters tall, close to 2.8 meters…
Moreover, the things they were holding were really strange-a camera, a flower pot and flowers, and a boning knife that was already half a meter long.
"Are you saying that they are the legendary things in Building Three?”
Song Xue suddenly pushed open the door.
No one knew what this girl was thinking, but her tone was firm."Won't we know if we follow and take a look?”
The three seniors hesitated and fell silent.
Song Xue persuaded them before she finally pulled them out of the storeroom. She bent down and walked up the stairs.
They were afraid of causing any commotion!
……
……
At the same time, at the corner of the stairs from the sixth floor to the seventh floor of the No. 3 laboratory building.
Jiang Ye and the others stopped in their tracks.
Meng Feifei, who was wearing a hospital gown, was puzzled.""Why did you stop? Aren't you going to hunt?”
She really couldn't understand why a group of mental patients would raid a university in the middle of the night, which was her alma mater, to hunt!
Jiang Ye turned his head and glanced at her.
"We're here? Now is the time to let Feifei be mentally prepared!”
The moment Meng Feifei woke up, the clothes she was wearing with the camera had been changed.
Therefore, the live broadcast was cut off from that moment.
At this moment, she was also a little puzzled. What exactly was he hunting for? Did he need to be mentally prepared?
Jiang Ye and the others were unwilling to answer. They only told her to take deep breaths and then gasp.
He kept comforting her that the real world was like this. It was normal for a patient like her to not see them before.
The more he comforted her, the more Meng Feifei asked.
What did he mean by 'it's normal for a patient like me not to see them before?'
Just as she was feeling extremely puzzled, they, who were hiding at the corner of the stairs, suddenly heard a soft sound coming from the corridor on the seventh floor.
"…wet…wet…"
"Clang…Clang…"
Meng Feifei opened her mouth wide and held back the question that she almost blurted out.
What was that sound?
" W-w-wet…wet…"
The sound came closer and closer, like a wet mop on the cement floor.
But who would mop the floor at night?
When Jiang Ye and the others heard this voice, they laughed inexplicably.
It seemed that this time, it was not an insignificant little fish.
A source of mental pollution was approaching them from the end of the corridor on the seventh floor!
He remembered that the photo studio should have reported to him at the beginning that there was an abnormal activity in the laboratory building of this university.
There were already many people who had jumped down from the seventh floor after being mentally contaminated, and none of them survived!
He had always been very patient with such high-quality prey…
……
Song Xue suddenly made a hand gesture, and the four female university students, who were no longer using words to communicate, collectively stopped.
Then, Song Xue pointed at the top of her head, and the other three looked in the direction of her finger.
Above their heads, there was the shadow of the group of mental patients!
But for some reason, they stopped and waited quietly for something…
In the story that Xiao Mu was telling, her aunt's misfortune happened on the seventh floor.
At this moment, the four of them were at the corner of the stairs from the fifth to the sixth floor. Above them was the corner of the stairs from the sixth to the seventh floor.
So…the target of these mental patients was also the seventh floor?
Then, what were they waiting for?
" W-w-w…"
A faint voice gradually entered the female university students 'ears.
It seemed to be getting clearer as they got closer.
Someone was mopping the floor on the seventh floor?
Song Xue looked at her roommates in disbelief.
What was going on tonight?
First, there was a group of weird-looking mental patients, and now there was someone mopping the floor on the seventh floor?
……
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