The Castle Peak Sanatorium is located on the outskirts of the city where I studied, formerly known as Castle Peak Hospital, but unfortunately it has long been abandoned. It is said that it was built 30 years ago and is the first and largest modern hospital in the city, but for some reason, the mortality rate of patients there has been so high that the director is so anxious that he sold the entire hospital cheaply. But everyone who bought the hospital died tragically one after another inexplicably.

Finally, it was converted into a large sanatorium seven years ago. It stands to reason that opening a nursing home in China is the most lucrative industry, but Castle Peak Sanatorium is an exception. The elderly people living in nursing homes also died one after another, although they all died of natural causes, but the mortality rate was ridiculously high compared to other places.

Slowly, rumors of the haunting of Aoyama Hospital began to spread in nearby cities, and perhaps people were more afraid of death as they got older. Gradually, no one wanted to live in it anymore, and the entire nursing home had to be declared closed, and the hospital was closed five years ago.

On Saturday I was so bored that it was past two o'clock in the afternoon when I woke up from bed, had what was called breakfast, and then went out for a stroll. In the dark, the note that I had shoehorned into my money when I was shopping was turned out of my wallet.

Sighing slightly, I smiled wryly and looked at the shopping street that was starting to darken, and my heart began to waver. In short, being idle is also idle, and there is no program at night, so I can only stay in front of the computer and get moldy. You might as well look at that damn sorority. Maybe there will be a surprise.

So, with a lot of boredom, I took a taxi and went in the direction of Aoyama Hospital. Speaking of which, the notoriety of the hospital is really not covered, just entered the suburbs, and it was only at the foot of the green mountain, and the driver did not want to drive again.

"Little brother, spare me, I'm going to go back to work early." The man in his forties spoke in a rough tone, his voice slightly uncomfortable. I'm afraid I don't care about the handover at all.

Shaking my head, I didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so I paid for the car and went down. The driver quickly reversed, stuck his head out of the window, looked cautiously at the top of the mountain, and whispered, "Little brother, are you going to go?" ”

I hummed absentmindedly.

"It's so late, it's hard to get a taxi around here."

I hummed again.

The driver sighed and hesitated again before saying, "It's not clean over there, be careful yourself." ”

I smiled at him, and I saw him flick his tail and fly away. This person is too timid. Looking at the sky noncommittally, although the surroundings are still bright, there is no sense of brightness when standing on the road. I looked at my phone, it was half past five in the afternoon, it was still early, and the people from the sorority should still be on the way.

Qingshan is six kilometers from the city I studied, and it is said to be a mountain, but it is actually a small hill at all. However, it is only more than 200 meters high, and the area is also very small. It's just that in this plain area, there is a small hill of more than 200 meters, which is already a spectacular view!

When the hospital was built, a crooked road was built, but after so many years, the road is surrounded by weeds and shrubs, and low plants have grown in the cracks of the road, which is very desolate. I've always wondered why this hospital had to be built in Aoyama, on the outskirts of the city. Generally speaking, the location of large hospitals is mostly considered in the city, and even the more prosperous the place, the better. Then the transportation and ancillary facilities can follow, and the patients can be easily delivered.

But Aoyama Hospital is too remote. If the city is too crowded to accommodate that hospital, but thinking about it on your knees is problematic. After all, the people who could build such a large hospital in that era not only had money, but also had huge relationships as dense as spiders. How is it impossible for such a person to find a good place in a good location in the city?

While thinking about the doubts of the past, I walked towards the mountain, and I walked for a long time without meeting a person. The silence around was unusual, and the wind blew through the cracks in the grass, making a series of unpleasant sounds, like dozens of women screaming in fear with their voices shrill together. It wasn't much darker, but I felt depressed for no reason.

The wind blows to the skin, out of the cold. It's the end of May, and the recent high temperature has been around 31 degrees Celsius, and the road surface is almost full of white smoke, but the word cold can still be used to describe the surrounding air. With this, I can imagine why a fool would buy the hospital as a nursing home despite everyone's dissuasion.

The length of the Aoyama Highway is only about 2 kilometers according to the data given by the road signs at the bottom of the mountain, but it was not easy for me to walk these two kilometers. Many times, a friend is next to me talking to distract his attention, and the distance of two kilometers passes quickly.

But when I was alone, I was cranky, and when I looked back, I found that I hadn't gone far. Especially walking in such a desolate place. Since the closure of Castle Peak Sanatorium, residents of the neighborhood have moved out for a variety of reasons, and because of its notoriety, all property developers have been deterred. That's why we built this holy place where paranormal lovers often meet.

In the five years since it was abandoned, although adults often warned their children not to go near the hospital, the kindness of human beings is definitely not to be underestimated. National students, high school students, college students, and even elementary school students, many schools in neighboring cities, many empty, boring, and extremely depressed young people have established mysterious investigation societies with shocking names and inexplicable names, as long as they have a holiday, they go around this place.

It's just that I, although I have a serious kindness that can scare a bunch of cows to death, has never been here.

I finally climbed halfway up the mountain, and I finally met the first person on the trip. It was a girl, fifty meters in front of me, with a slender figure, her jet-black hair draped over her shoulders. I'm afraid she also suffered the same fate as me, and was thrown down by a taxi halfway, and is now walking alone and depressed.

A little more balanced inside, I hurried forward to chase after me. The girl seemed to notice something, her shoulders twitched slightly, and she didn't look back, but her steps increased significantly.

In order to follow her, I naturally trotted briskly. This run is terrible, the girl in front of her trembled, and ran like she was dead, I really couldn't figure it out, and I subconsciously ran with her.

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