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  The driver nodded and the car started speeding along the highway, saying with a smile: "You dont seem to be from Hangzhou, are you here on vacation?"

  He detected that Shilings accent was not local, but his pale and anxious face seemed to have a heavy thought, so he casually struck up a conversation.

  "Right, uncle, be careful driving..." He said with a forced smile, while tightly grasping the armrest beside him, his heart was racing with anxiety.

  There was still a distance from the place where the "prophet" was, and he had to take a ride, but as soon as he got on the car, his mind was filled with the scene of the police car suddenly exploding and being overturned before, thinking of the woman being swallowed by the flames and screaming frantically, Shi Ling felt a chill down her spine, and began to regret taking the ride.

  When he heard Shi Ling say that, the middle-aged uncle was stunned, and then he didnt dare to talk to Shi Ling again, but drove seriously. Almost at this moment, a bus coming from the opposite direction suddenly lost control and rushed over diagonally.

  Looking at the momentum is fierce, once collided, the consequences are unthinkable.

  It happened suddenly, Shi Ling opened his eyes wide, almost shouting out loud. At this critical moment, the middle-aged uncle seemed calm and composed, stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, turning the steering wheel, and the taxi almost grazed past the oncoming bus.

  The two vehicles crossed each other, and Shi Ling quickly turned his head back, only to see that the out-of-control large bus had already rolled over and slid out, with screams and cries for help coming from inside.

  "Its really a ghost, what happened today, West Lake seems to have had several accidents in a row." The middle-aged uncle was not nervous at that critical moment, but after the event, he was scared out of his wits and stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped away.

  The large bus behind had an accident, although it was said to have nothing to do with him, but after all, it was an accident, and in case he got involved, it would be troublesome. This middle-aged uncle thought that one less thing is better than one more, so he naturally wanted to drive away as soon as possible.

  "Is it a coincidence? No, it must be that mysterious power again. This power seems to be unable to kill people directly... but can affect the surrounding environment and use other means to kill..."

  Shi Ling was pondering: "If this power is the Evil Apostle, then how can I deal with an enemy that cant even be seen? Or, as long as I find the Prophet, the Prophet will have a way?"

  Until now, he still doesnt know what "prophet" is. Is it a person? A beast? Or a mysterious power that cant be seen or touched?

  "Are you going to keep driving forward?" The middle-aged uncle slowly came back to his senses from the thrilling scene just now, seeing that Shiling didnt say a word, and hurriedly asked.

  Shi Ling nodded, and soon, a darkness appeared in front of her eyes, followed by rows of lights.

  The car rushed into the tunnel.

  Shi Ling was busy looking at the screen of the instrument on her left wrist, where a red light point representing herself was moving. According to the map, this was the Wansongling Tunnel.

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

  "What is this prophet thing, anyway? At the beginning of the game, the prophet was also moving, but why has it been stuck in that place for so long now?" Shi Ling furrowed her brow and pondered, her whole body tense with fear that the car would have another accident.

  Fortunately, the rest of the way was uneventful, and after driving out of the tunnel, Shi Ling instructed the driver to pull over and stop. After paying the fare and getting off the car, he finally let out a gentle sigh of relief.

  Never had Shi Ling felt so nervous and terrified when taking a ride, it was as if he was sitting on a train heading straight to hell, with the possibility of encountering a catastrophic disaster at any moment.

  The middle-aged uncle looked at Shi Ling getting off the car and inadvertently found that the front passenger seat he had just sat on was even wet with a layer of cushion. He secretly wondered in his heart: "How did this young man sweat so much? Is he sick? It seems like it, looking at his pale face... There are several hospitals around here..."

  He got off the bus and looked up to see a fairly eye-catching building in front of him, with the words "Southern Song Dynasty Relics Exhibition Hall" written on it. Looking at the map, he carefully made his way across the road, now even crossing the street would make him nervous, who knows when a car might suddenly come out.

  That strange power cant directly kill people, but it can manipulate everything around that can be manipulated, creating one accident after another that seems unexpected but is actually inevitable.

  After passing by the "Southern Song Dynasty Relics Exhibition Hall", Shi Ling looked at the white light spot representing " precognition" and the red light spot representing himself on his left wrist, which were already very close.

  He finally got to see the "prophet".

  Shi Ling raised his head and looked at the building in front of him, looking at the big characters on one side.

  The Fourth Peoples Hospital of Hangzhou

  "Prophet", in the hospital?

  He slowed down his pace, but heightened his vigilance, and even quietly covered the electronic device on his left wrist with his sleeve. Shiling didnt know what this meant, but he had a faint feeling that something was going to happen when he met the "Seer", and it would be very dangerous.

  One careless move and I might die here myself.

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

  In the outpatient building in front of me, there were not a few people queuing up for registration or payment, it was quite noisy, everyone was busy with their own affairs, only Shi Ling stood out from the crowd, looking out of place.

  Following the crowd, he walked slowly, and when he glanced at the screen of his left wrist device again, Shiling stopped in front of a few rows of glass doors with the words "Infusion Department" on them.

  By looking at the positions of the red and white dots, Shiling was finally able to confirm it.

  "The Prophet" is inside.

  Heartbeat slowing down, Shiling licked his lips and finally stretched out his hand to push open the glass door.

  In an instant, at least over ten pairs of eyes turned towards him.

  Shi Ling was stunned.

  The entire "infusion department" is very large, with four rows of seats and at least over forty people waiting inside.

  There are old people, children, men and women. Some are hanging IV drips while reading the newspaper. Parents are coaxing their crying babies who are receiving IV drips. Couples are sweetly chatting with each other while one of them is receiving an IV drip. A nurse is bent over giving a shot to a child, who is loudly wailing, while the childs grandfather is trying to comfort him.

  Dozens of "infusion departments", who is the "prophet"?

  The map sign on the left wrist can only see that "Prophet" is here, but it cannot be specific which one is the real "Prophet".

  Shi Ling slowly walked in, one by one, and carefully looked at each of them, focusing on whether they were wearing any devices on their left wrists.

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