Aoba Office

There was only fire in my eyes.

The flames burned, as if returning to the day when Gu Mo was killed.

That's where it all started.

I couldn't save Gu Mo, and I didn't save anyone in Qingye after that. Now, I can't save the fat people, I can't save the thin people, I can't save...my family...

The flames slowly died down.

My heart seemed to have cooled down.

I saw Chen Yihan's face.

His face was hanging in the window, except for his head, which was hung there by a fishing line.

The muscles at the broken part of his neck squirmed, growing into a body that belonged to a cow, but the four legs were like lamb legs. These strange bodies began to emit a meaty aroma, and shed their hair as if they were shedding their skin. Their skin seemed to have been roasted brown by invisible flames.

Beside me, something moved.

Chen Yihan's body began to transform, with fish tails and octopus tentacles growing out of her body.

The moving body soon became quiet, and was roasted by invisible flames, giving off the aroma of meat.

I wanted to reach out, but saw a flock of crows swarming outside the window.

Black crows rushed in, flapping their wings and quacking.

When I came to my senses, the crows swarmed out again.

In the room, only the remains of fishing line were left on the windows.

The breath of death disappeared.

I lay on the bed, confused, and saw the doctors and nurses surrounding me.

I saw Chen Yihan standing not far away.

Consciousness is interrupted.

When I woke up again, I felt like I was exhausted.

I saw the light coming from outside the ward and the moonlight outside the window.

I didn't see Chen Yihan, but looking at the window, I found the silver fishing line hanging on it.

I slowly sat up.

With a flick of the wrist, the handcuffs disappeared.

My head throbbed, as if a nerve in my brain was tightened and someone was pulling it hard.

I took a breath and slowly calmed down. The pain gradually subsided.

I got out of bed and staggered to the door of the ward.

It was very quiet outside the ward, without any sound.

I glanced sideways and saw a man in a police uniform lying against the wall.

There was blood on his body, a large hole was exposed in his chest, and his heart could not be seen.

I walked past him, followed the fluorescent green signs, and headed for the exit.

I passed several wards, most of which were empty of patients. I saw some corpses and some patients shivering in their beds.

The door to the office behind the nurse's desk was closed, and the glass on the door was stained with blood. The blood was on the outside, not the inside of the glass.

I walked to the stairs and heard some movement.

Someone just walked up.

I met him face to face and saw the fire ax he was holding and the scalpel he was holding. He was still wearing a hospital gown.

As soon as he saw me, he showed a ferocious smile and rushed forward with his ax in hand.

He was covered in blood, but judging from his movements, it seemed that he had not practiced. He had just killed many people not long ago.

I raised a hand to block it in front of me.

The palm touched his chest.

Before the ax in his hand could be struck down, the whole person disappeared.

There was a clanging sound.

The fire ax fell to the ground. There was also a pair of hospital gown pants on the ground, like a ball of bloody flesh, entangled on the stairs.

I stepped over the pants, stepped over the fire ax, held on to the stair railing, covered my head, and walked slowly down.

The pain forced me to stop and squat on the platform of the compartment for a while.

I heard footsteps again.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a head peeking out from behind the stairwell door downstairs. He did not hide the mop in his hand, but held it up to his chest like a shield. When my eyes met, he immediately shrank his head in fear. But not long after, he poked his head out again and looked at me timidly, hesitantly.

"You want to kill me?" I took a breath and asked.

He was so frightened that he shrank back. After a while, he showed his head again and said with a sad face: "I don't want to... I don't want to... but I can only live one. I don't want to die yet... Wuwu..."

He started crying, not much, but it probably wasn't acting.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He, he said that only one can survive. Only one can survive in the hospital." The young man explained hurriedly like a child.

"Who?" I already had a premonition in my heart.

"Host." The young man replied, glanced at my face, and said quickly, "It's a ghost! It's a ghost! He said he was the host. This... is the studio of the survival show..."

I rubbed my head and remembered the term "survival show".

The ghost king of the future world is here, and he wants to open a territory directly here.

"When did it start?" I asked again.

The young man hesitated, not knowing how to answer, "At about five o'clock, probably...after five o'clock, someone came in to kill someone, and I ran away. That host, I saw TV... There was no TV in my ward, I When I ran out, there was already...blood all over the corridor..." He started to tremble, "I thought...I thought the news on the Internet was fake..."

"What's the news on the Internet?"

"There are ghosts. There are many ghosts... They seem to be fighting. One ghost was killed. The one who eats! It's the ghost who runs restaurants and snack bars! There has been a problem with the food we eat. Since then There is a problem with the snacks! Some people turned into cows, steaks... and others... disobedient people all turned into that... Someone posted a video online, and the ghost was killed by other ghosts. Get up, and then negotiate...it seems like they are just doing their own thing. Here comes one..."

The young man tried hard to explain, and kept observing my face.

"Have you ever seen a black hole in the sky?" I asked.

The young man shook his head blankly.

There are no huge entrances and exits to different spaces...these ghost kings should have run out of normal entrances and exits.

But this way, I have no way to find the location of the entrance and exit.

I pulled on the armrest and stood up.

The young man was so frightened that he stiffened and stood at the door, daring not to move.

I ignored him and continued downstairs.

I could feel his gaze on me and hear the footsteps behind me.

I looked up and he immediately stopped and stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

I continued walking down to the first floor, walked through the unlit corridor, and came to the lobby of the inpatient department of the hospital.

Outside the glass door, there is a courtyard in the night. The street lights are dim and provide little illumination.

I headed straight for the door.

The person following behind shouted, but then stopped.

When I opened the door, I felt the cold wind coming my way.

All the lights in the hospital building suddenly turned on, and a searchlight seemed to fall on the door.

A shadow appeared in the circle of light.

The shadow fell from large to small, with a whistling sound.

I raised my hand to block the debris that flew out when the thing landed.

The broken TV screen opened, the snowflake screen flashed for a few seconds, and a figure dressed as a host appeared.

"Welcome to the survival show~~~~ Oh!" The man shouted loudly, then waved his hand at me and pointed his finger at me, "Only one survivor can leave alive. The steps of others Out of the hospital..."

I looked at the exaggerated Ghost King and said calmly: "Penetration and fusion, it seems, are two-way."

The moment the words fell, I felt the eyes falling on me.

The ghost king seemed to be pinched by the throat, his gorgeous stage makeup was wiped out, his whole body was surrounded by flames, and he howled directly.

I stared at the black straight line shooting towards me, endured the pain of a splitting headache, and stretched out my hand.

Goodnight everybody.