Cooking in the Monster Shelter

At this moment, the cognition was suddenly reversed, and Lu Yinge lowered his head and asked her in a low voice, "Is this woman a patient with delusional disorder?"

Lin Yan shook her head.

Apart from crazy monsters in the hospital, there are only walking dead surgery victims. Since the middle-aged woman can communicate with them normally, her identity is definitely not ordinary, not to mention that the information she gave is exactly in line with reality.

She raised her eyes to look at the glass window, and asked curiously: "What disease is the man who replaced you?"

"It's just a problem with my brain! I'm talking about seeing other people's souls all the time, and I'm paranoid."

Lu Yinge was taken aback for a moment: "Just because of this, you are going to perform an operation on him?"

"How, how is it possible!" The woman stubbornly denied, "He fled with three close-knit patients and was arrested on the spot. This is an extremely cross-border behavior. As the hospital, we need to take measures to discipline."

Staying in this kind of place, no matter who it is, will want to escape.

Concubine Lin thought of the blacked-out group photo, and there were exactly three images of people that were preserved. Perhaps it is because in the hearts of young people, they are the only people in this hospital who are pure and innocent and not polluted by darkness.

She paused for a while and continued to ask: "How about the patient who fled with him?"

"Of course they had an operation, they became much better after the operation."

After she said that, she started to giggle with contentment. Lu Yinge made no secret of the contempt in her eyes, enduring the nausea and asked, "Where is the key to the fourth floor?"

"The secret compartment behind the portrait in the corridor." The woman rolled her eyes dryly, and after a while, she began to slam the door violently, "You kill him! I want to get out! Get out!"

She is obviously abnormal.

"Shut up, Auntie." Lu Yinge was angrily grinned, "If I were a patient here, you would have been torn apart."

Like the third floor, the fourth floor is almost weirdly quiet.

Lin Yan glanced at the room number one by one under the torch light, the electrotherapy room, the confinement room, the operating room, and the admonition room. Every term was frightening. It seems that in addition to frontal lobe cutting, this hospital has also performed brutal electric shocks and physical punishment on patients.

When I reached the end, I saw the three characters "The Dean's Room".

The dean stood behind the door waiting for them, and his thin figure turned into a slender white line that seemed to be still in the moonlight.

"So," Lin Hao took a deep breath and paced forward slowly, "You deliberately led us to the fourth floor. What is it for?"

There was no sudden attack, and there was no careless smile when we met before, the young man just stood in place with a pale face, and rarely smiled.

He spoke methodically and spoke quickly: "Time is limited. I will make a long story short. Although the Western Hospital is under the guise of science, the treatment methods are extremely inhumane. After the patients suffered beatings, electrotherapy, and forced surgery, they developed huge grievances. Although. The reason is unknown, but what is certain is that these grievances gradually condensed into an entity, which not only destroyed the hospital in one fell swoop with fire, but also trapped everyone in this space after that."

He paused after talking, and calmly looked at the expressions of the two of them: "In order to better control the hospital, it needs to find a spokesperson for parasitism, that is, I was the dean at the time."

Lu Yinge had already prepared for the battle. He never expected that the other party had no intention of doing anything. After hesitating for a while, he asked coldly: "Why didn't you tell us this kind of thing in the first place?"

"That power sleeps deep in my shadow." The dean gently pursed his lips, and the eyes under the lenses are dull and unclear. "Because of its limitations, I cannot tell the truth to anyone. I can only try to lead you to it. This floor. The fourth floor is the birth source and habitat of that power. Now that the door lock is opened, it will wake up after being stimulated, and its control over me has become much weaker."

As he said, the shadow of the youth reflected on the wall has been completely distorted into a wriggling irregular shape, as if something is about to break free from it.

Concubine Lin grasped the key point and said in a deep voice, "I'm about to wake up?"

"Don't be afraid." His tone was as soft as comforting a frightened child, "Because I am attached to my shadow, when that power wakes up, I will become a symbiotic relationship with it. You just have to seize the opportunity, at the moment it appears. Kill me, you can get rid of it completely."

The dean approached her as he said, lowered his eyes to hold Lin Hao's wrist, and pointed the dagger in the latter's hand to his throat.

He finally curled his lips and smiled, his eyes staying in the slightly surprised eyes of the little girl in front of him: "I'm sorry, I can't break it on my own under its control, I can only ask you."

Concubine Lin blinked without speaking.

What she didn't know was that wherever the youth could see, there was a light white soul. Even if there is a deep darkness at the bottom, it still can't be tainted at all—reminds him of his friends many years ago.

He would never forget the night before his escape, the moonlight was just right, and the bright broken stars fell into everyone's eyes.

Time and wind rushed by, and someone suddenly asked, what do you want to do after going out?

Qin Ya, who likes girls, has a soft voice: "I'm looking for a very cute and lovely girlfriend and build a small house with her in the mountains. There is no gossip and secular ethics. If you want to kiss, you can kiss, if you want to hug, you can hug. The lives of two people."

Ye Hengyang, who is always trembling and convulsive in contact with strangers, bit his lip: "I, I want to try to make more friends and talk to more people."

Lin Xuan, who loves to eat leaves, smiled and curled his eyes: "I will be the first chef in the world to cook leaves, and I will promote the leaves food to all over the world, and see who dares to say I am sick.

He looked at the souls floating in the night, beautiful and white without any impurities, that was the hope and light still in their hearts.

However, the plan failed after all, and after seven long days in the confinement room, he saw them again.

The empty eyes are like dim glass beads, blinking slowly at a fixed frequency; the dull cheeks are like dead water without any fluctuations; they will not respond to external stimuli, and will not be gentle to him as before. Smile, and will never have a longing for the future.

Only the soul, as white as before, is still quiet, like a plume of light falling asleep, but will never wake up again.

"This is your salvation." The cold director said, "Don't worry, your surgery will be performed soon."

He didn't answer, just looked at his friend's dark eyes, and thought of that night for no reason.

After Lin Xuan finished speaking, he touched his arm, and his eyes were full of gentle stars: "Where is your wish?"

"Me? I want to live an ordinary life, without strong winds and waves, and occasionally visit your house." He was a little embarrassed, his voice was blown away by the evening breeze, "I am very happy to be with everyone. "

He is no longer an alien being spurned, he is really, really happy to have a friend who truly trusts and understands him.

Since suffering, let the abuser endure the same suffering and torture; since they are destined to be unable to escape, let everyone fall into **** together.

This is his revenge.

A violent tearing sensation swept across the body, bloodshot gradually spreading to the entire pupil. The dean took a deep breath and exhausted all his strength to speak confidently: "It's now, kill me."

He was ready to die, but the dagger in his throat didn't cut the skin as expected, the blade was moved away, and Yu Lin's fingertips whirled lightly.

"Sorry, I have no habit of killing people."

She smiled faintly, and when she raised her eyes to meet him, her dark pupils gleamed: "I don't like the drama of self-sacrifice instead of the villain."

The young man stared at her blankly, gritted his teeth for a while and responded: "You can't win."

"I've never lost. When I get rid of that guy..." Lin Yan tilted her head and thought, grinning slyly, imitating his tone of voice at the second meeting and slowly speaking, "Just use your name as a thank you. Right."

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