Chapter 4 — The Evil One Wants to Replace Me as the Chief Master's Wife

The nurse immediately nodded vigorously. Luc Tranh turned around to look at the deputy officer, picked up the hospital map spread on the table and looked through it, his finger running from the first to the fifth floor. "The boarding area has five floors, each floor has a squad. Search from top to bottom. Stairs, technical wells, inspection doors in the ceiling, morgue, boiler room, garbage room, don't miss any place." "Clear!" While searching half of the fourth floor, the company commander ran back to report that there was a family member of a pregnant woman blocking the door of the room. sick, don't let them in. Luc Tranh walked quickly upstairs. Before turning the stairs, he heard a man screaming: "My wife just gave birth! You men rushed in and scared her, who is responsible? What does it have to do with us if the child is lost?" Luc Tranh walked to the door. He took off his military helmet and tucked it under his armpit. The other man was half a head shorter than him, still raising his face to scold him again. But when he saw the military insignia on his shoulder, half of what he was about to say immediately choked. Luc Tranh said: "Sorry, I'm also a father." "I let the female soldier come in to check, is that okay?" The man was stunned for two seconds, then moved aside. Searched all five floors, still couldn't find it. No trace of the newborn was found. The company commander stood in front of me, his lips dry to the point of peeling, bowed his head and said: "Chief, all the places where people could be hidden have been searched. There are none." I sat on the chair next to the nurse's counter, my hands began to tremble. The hands placed on the knees trembled so violently that the armrests of the chair also shook. Luc Tranh stood in the middle of the hall, frowning, staring at the hospital map spread out in front of him for a long time. "No." He suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as a knife's edge just passing through a grindstone. "Still haven't searched everything." Luc Tranh called the nurse who had initially helped the old man over, asking in detail. The nurse stood before him, her fingers clenched until they turned white. Her lips trembled for a long time before she could speak clearly: "That old man... came from the stairs. At that time I was in the hospital room. He leaned against the door, clutching his chest and said he was dizzy and couldn't stand. I've never seen him. He's not a patient on this floor." Luc Tranh asked: "What is he wearing?" "Patient clothes." The nurse thought and added: "But inside it was bulging, like something was stuffed. At that time I I didn't think too much, I just thought he was too skinny so he was wearing a loose hospital gown." Luc Tranh asked again: "Where did you help him go?" "To the bathroom. But halfway there, he said he didn't need it anymore, so he used the wall to turn into the west hallway. I immediately turned around." Luc Tranh raised his head and looked towards the west hallway. "What's on the west side of the first floor?" The head of the obstetrics department next to him quickly took out the diagram: "House." warehouse, equipment warehouse, bedding warehouse. Continue west to the entrance to the morgue." Luc Tranh turned and walked away, leaving behind a sentence: "Search the west area of the first floor. Start with the bedding warehouse." The bedding warehouse is at the end of the hallway, on the door is an old-fashioned iron lock covered with rust. The company commander pushed twice but couldn't open it, so he turned around and called out: "Who has the key?" The logistics officer ran over carrying a large bunch of keys. The door is opened. The musty smell mixed with the smell of bleach immediately hit my face. The room is not big. The four walls from floor to ceiling were filled with bedsheets and duvet covers, white, blue, and gray, tightly packed without any gaps. "Search." Luc Tranh said only one word. The soldiers immediately filed in one after another. Nothing. Not even a single footprint was left. Luc Tranh stood in front of the door without moving. He looked around the room once. Four walls, a window with sealed iron bars, outside is the backyard wall of the hospital. He suddenly asked

Logistics staff: "Is this room normally locked?" Logistic staff was surprised: "It's not locked. The bedding warehouse is always open, one for ventilation, two for nurses to conveniently take things at any time. It's never been locked." Luc Tranh entered the room, stepped on old sheets scattered on the ground, and walked to the center of the room. On the floor were seven or eight old duvet covers piled haphazardly, not looking like they had been ransacked by the soldiers just now. He bent down and ripped off the top layer of the duvet cover. It's not the floor underneath. It's a secret door. The captain's face changed. He pulled Luc Tranh out: "Chief, you step back!" Then he squatted down, grabbed the iron ring on the door, and used all his strength to lift it up. The secret door was pulled open with a blast of cold wind, revealing a dark cave entrance. The characteristic damp smell of underground pipes immediately arose, mixed with the smell of rusty iron and mud. "Flashlight." Two beams of light shined down, illuminating a frighteningly narrow maintenance path. On the wall hang old pipes, rusty water flowing along the pipes. The company commander stuck half of his body in but his shoulder was stuck at the cave entrance. He couldn't get in, so he had to back out. "Captain, it's too narrow, adults can't get in." Luc Tranh turned his head to look at the soldiers behind him: "The two thinnest people came out."