Chapter 7 Prophet

The driver nodded, and the car began to speed up and drive out along the road. He smiled and said, "You don't seem to be from Hangzhou. Are you here to travel?"

He heard that Shi Ling's accent was not a local, but his face was pale and anxious. He seemed to have a lot of thoughts, so he casually accosted.

Shi Ling reluctantly smiled and said, "Yes, uncle, pay attention to driving..." As he said, he grasped the handle tightly. He was very nervous.

There is still a distance from where the "prophet" is. He had to take a ride, but as soon as he got on the car, his mind was full of the scene of the previous police car suddenly exploding and overturning. Thinking of the woman being swallowed up by the flames and screaming crazily, Shi Ling's hair was creepy and began to regret taking the car.

Hearing Shi Ling say this, the middle-aged man was stunned, and then he was embarrassed to talk to Shi Ling again. Instead, he drove seriously. Almost at this moment, an oncoming bus seemed to suddenly lose control and crashed diagonally.

Looking at the situation, once it hits, the consequences are unimaginable.

Suddenly, Shi Ling opened his eyes wide and almost shouted out. At this dangerous moment, the middle-aged uncle did not seem to be in a hurry. He suddenly stepped on the fuel truck to the end. With a hit on the steering wheel, the taxi almost obliquely pressed against the crashed bus and shot out.

The two cars passed by, and there was a false alarm. Shi Ling was busy turning around, but saw that the out-of-control bus had rolled out, and there was an exclamation and scream inside.

"What the hell, what's wrong with today? It seems that there have been several accidents in the West Lake." The middle-aged uncle was not nervous at that dangerous moment, but afterwards he was scared into a cold sweat. He stepped on the accelerator and the car galloped away.

The bus behind had an accident. Although it had nothing to do with himself, it was an accident after all. In case of being involved, it was always troublesome. The middle-aged uncle reported the idea that more is better than less, and naturally wanted to drive early.

"Is it a coincidence? No, it must be that mysterious force, which can't seem to kill people directly... But it can affect the surrounding environment and kill people in other ways..."

Shi Ling silently said, "If this power is the 'evil apostle', how can I deal with this invisible enemy? Or, as long as you find the 'prophet', the 'prophet' will have a way?

Up to now, he doesn't know what a "prophet" is. Is it a human? Is it a beast? Is there a mysterious power like this invisible and untouchable power?

"Do you still want to move forward?" The middle-aged uncle slowly recovered from the thrilling scene just now. Seeing that Shi Ling had been silent, he was busy asking questions.

Shi Ling nodded. Soon, it was dark in front of him, followed by lights.

The car rushed into the tunnel.

Shi Ling is busy looking at the instrument screen on his left wrist, on which the red light point representing himself is moving. According to the map, this is called the Wansongling Tunnel.

Leaving the tunnel, it is not far from the white light spot representing the "prophet".

"What is this 'prophet'? At the beginning of the game, the 'prophet' was also moving, but why has it been stopped in that place for so long?" Shi Ling frowned and meditated, and his whole body was tense. He was afraid that the car would encounter an accident again.

Fortunately, on the next journey, the car was safe and sound. When the car drove out of the tunnel and drove a while, Shi Ling instructed the driver to pull over and stop. After paying money to get out of the car, he took a soft breath.

There has never been a time when Shi Ling takes a car and is nervous and afraid to such a state. It feels like being on a train heading to hell and may be destroyed at any time.

The middle-aged uncle looked at Shi Ling getting out of the car and accidentally found that even the cushion was wet in the co-pilot position he had just sat in. He was secretly surprised: "Why did this young man sweat so much? Is there something wrong with it? Yes, there seems to be something wrong with his pale face. It happens that there are several hospitals in this area..." He drove away while thinking about it.

Shi Ling got out of the car, looked up and saw a quite eye-catching building not far away, with the words "Southern Song Ruins Exhibition Hall" written on it. Looking at the map, he carefully crossed the road. Now he is even scared to cross the road. No one knows if a car will suddenly come out.

Although the strange power can't kill people directly, it can indulge everything around and create seemingly unexpected and inevitable accidents.

After walking through the "Southern Song Ruins Exhibition Hall", Shi Ling looked at the white light spot representing the "prophet" on his left wrist and the red light spot representing himself, which was already very close.

He is finally going to see the "Prophet".

Shi Ling raised his head and looked at an oncoming building and the big characters on one side.

"The Fourth People's Hospital of Hangzhou".

"Prophet" in the hospital?

He slowed down, but increased his vigilance. He even quietly covered the electronic watch instrument on his left wrist with his left sleeve. Shi Ling didn't know what was the point of doing this, but he vaguely felt that something would happen as he was about to see the "prophet", and... it would be very dangerous.

If you are not careful, you may die here.

There is still more than an hour left before the end of the game.

In the oncoming outpatient building, there are many people queuing up to register or pay fees, which is quite noisy. Everyone is busy with their own affairs. Only Shi Ling is in the crowd, which seems out of place.

Walking slowly along the flow of people, when he quietly glanced at the instrument screen on his left wrist again, Shi Ling stopped, facing several rows of glass doors with the words "Infusion Department".

Looking at the direction of the red and white dots, Shi Ling was finally sure.

"Prophet" is in it.

The heartbeat slowly accelerated. Shi Ling licked his lips, and finally reached out and pushed open the glass door.

In an instant, at least more than ten pairs of eyes looked at him.

Shi Ling was stunned.

The whole "infusion department" is very large, with four rows of seats, with at least 40 people staying in it.

There are old people, children, men and women, some are reading the newspaper while hanging water, some parents who are coaxing the baby crying because of the hanging water, some couples who are sweetly talking to the other half of their own hanging water, some nurses are bending over to needle a child, and the child shouting. And the child's grandfather coaxed him.

Dozens of people in the "transfusion department", who is the "prophet"?

The map logo on the left wrist can only show that the "prophet" is here, but it can't be specific which one is the real "prophet".

Shi Ling walked in slowly and looked at them one by one. The point was whether these people wore instruments on their left wrists.