At three o'clock in the morning, there was an abandoned hospital in the western suburbs of Jiangcheng.
The pale moonlight shone through the broken window glass onto the dusty corridor. Chen Mo stood at the door of the operating room on the third floor, holding a dark red eyeball-shaped pendant in his hand - it was a "souvenir" he bought from the flea market three days ago, and it was also the medium for him to awaken the indescribable existence.
"Everyone, I'm on the third floor of the legendary Jiangcheng Ghost Hospital right now."
Chen Mo lowered his voice and scanned the dark corridor with his cell phone camera. The number of viewers in the live broadcast room is rising crazily: 5,000, 8,000, 12,000...
