"Fuck—"

Calvin rushed to Mercer's side, who quickly fell on his shoulder.

"How are you feeling, God...... Let's get out of here. ”

Calvin felt that he might have been mentally tainted by Joshua to make such a stupid mistake. It is likely that the old man was still in that horrible mind control before he had those pre-death actions.

And he shouldn't have foolishly allowed his hypocrisy to approach the old man in the first place—and Moser didn't have to put himself in danger again for his mistakes.

As if sensing Calvin's guilt, Mercer pressed her lips to Calvin's cheek and rubbed them gently.

He also remembered Calvin's previous move to stop him from licking, so he didn't stick his tongue out. Considering the image of Moser (a handsome but sickly adult male), Calvin felt somewhat uncomfortable with this gesture of comfort, but this time he did not stop Moser from doing so.

"Good boy. ”

He patted Moser on the shoulder, and led him swiftly towards the door.

Moser seemed to feel more comfortable on all fours, but when Calvin asked him to walk on his two "hind legs" he did so obediently.

Outside the ruined checkroom is a long, dark hallway.

When "He" arrives, the corridors are intricate and have a disturbingly mysterious atmosphere. But now, it seems, the outside is just a plain, old-equipped hospital—a thought that only lasted until Calvin and Moser pushed open the door at the end of the hallway.

In Calvin's hazy memory, after leaving that door, they would enter the ward area. There, Calvin planned to find a way to get Messer and himself a hospital gown, so that the two of them could take advantage of the chaos and blend in with the patients, and then they could get emergency care in one of the ambulances that were transferring patients or in another hospital building. Calvin had even figured out how to coerce some hapless doctor into giving first aid to Moser by force, and if he couldn't, he even considered showing his wings to the damned Adventist devouts......

But the horrific scene that unfolded before him completely frustrated Calvin's original plan.

What Calvin saw was utter chaos, a human tragedy, or a nightmare—you could describe it all in terrible words.

The old hospital building of the Santa Maria Maggiore Hospital was outdated, so there were very few patients stranded here, most of them were critically ill who had been left unattended or had not been moved, and the number of doctors and nurses was naturally much smaller than in the other building. But even with these people, the horror and gore of their death still made Calvin feel intensely uncomfortable.

The ground was covered with blood, and human corpses.

Most of them were sick people—they presumably dragged the immobile patients off their beds, and then smashed their heads in the hallway with metal objects, and the flesh and brains even splashed onto the ceiling, and the already old and dim light was stained with a dull layer of blood. Hanging bottles, first aid facilities, broken medicine bottles and syringes were messily scattered on the floor.

There were a couple of people, who looked like doctors, who were still alive. But they didn't look much better than the corpses on the ground.

At first, Calvin even thought they were wounded, their palms were completely red, the sleeves of their coats had been soaked in blood, and the viscous blood that the cloth could not absorb fell to the ground drip by drop on their fingertips.

Calvin subconsciously grabbed a steel pipe at his feet (perhaps from the broken stretcher not far away) and observed the doctors with extreme vigilance.

He then realized that the doctors were probably the makers of the corpses in the hallway.

Calvin retched.

A sensation of discomfort churned up his spine, his temples jerked and jerked—the chaotic images that had been poured into his head as Joshua tried to control him had suddenly become clearer, and they gradually overlapped with what Calvin saw now.

"Oh my God......"

Calvin shuddered uncontrollably.

It was Joshua – Joshua who made it all this.

Yes, for some special reason, Calvin was not controlled by Joshua's abilities, but the other humans in this building did not have the same privileges as Calvin.

Before they could even realize it, their minds had been swallowed up and controlled by Joshua.

The fratricidal, unconscious, chaotic killing that Joshua had hoped for had already begun while Calvin was still struggling to confront him.

The immobile patients killed the weaker patients, followed by the able-bodied doctors who killed the patients and nurses, and the victims did not even resist because they were mentally polluted and controlled, in which the harvest of life was more efficient than the mechanized harvest of agricultural products.

Thinking of this, Calvin almost couldn't control his emotions, and in a trembling voice, the iron rod in his hand slammed on the ground, making a screeching sound. Calvin's tense nerves almost broke because of the unexpected sound, but the doctors who had caused such a horrific tragedy were like puppets without electricity at this time, they completely ignored Calvin as an outsider, and each of them remained stunned and stood in a stunned position at the door of the ward, staring blankly at somewhere in the void, muffled laughter coming from inside their bodies, and some drooling.

Blackened external loudspeakers on the ceiling were playing shrill sirens, but no one reacted to the damn sound.

But it was precisely because of this that Calvin felt more and more terrified and trembled.

"Whew-"

Calvin heard a threatening warning in Mercer's ear, and it was evident that even he could feel the strange and terrifying atmosphere.

If Calvin had any other choice, he would have taken Moser and left the place and avoided the strange people, and God knows if Joshua had stuck something else in their completely broken heads.

But as we've mentioned many times, the hospital building was so old-fashioned that if Calvin and Moser were to get to another exit or fork in the road, they would have to go through the hallway—and the "people" with dull faces.

It's almost like some kind of horror movie.

Calvin thought to himself.

He clutched the iron rod tightly, then supported Moser on his shoulders as he walked forward step by step.

With each step, the soles of his shoes were covered with blood that had gradually become sticky, and then there was an impossibly loud footsteps. The floor was slippery, Calvin walked very carefully, and the dull faces of the doctors made him sweat coldly.

Time seemed so slow at this moment, and every once in a while, Calvin could hear something more noticeable in his commotion.

There was a crisp cracking sound of glass, and then someone swept straight through the window, it was a patient on a higher floor jumping off the building, but it was not known whether he had been thrown from the window or had chosen to die. The movement of the window made Calvin subconsciously turn his head sideways, but he happened to meet the eyes of the falling figure. Calvin didn't see the other man's face clearly, but he still remembered the pair of hollow, deep, crazy eyes.

If it weren't for Moser spitting another mouthful of blood on Calvin's shoulder at this time, Calvin suspected that he would probably scream.

It took Calvin a few minutes to walk down that hallway, and he swore it might be the longest few minutes of his life.

But even after a moment away from the group of murderer doctors, Calvin had no time to breathe: when he finally reached the fire staircase and tried to walk down, a cacophony of footsteps was mixed with the shrill sound of sirens coming upward.

Calvin breathed for a moment, then looked down from the railing of the staircase.

Some of the staggering figures were walking upward, their bodies covered in blood, just like the doctors.

Calvin even recognized that some of them were dressed in the same clothes as the Adventist security guards - would Joshua avoid the Adventists while using his powers?

Calvin didn't think that madman would do that.

As I thought of Joshua, that trance-like sense of confusion arose again.

Calvin's mind conjured up more clear images, and the content of those images was enough to make one vomit. Calvin felt like he already knew what was happening to the "people" who were moving up the ladder.

He felt a deep sadness, and as much fear.

With him and Moser in his current condition, there was no way he could confront the madmen who had completely lost their minds.

Cursing in his heart, Calvin began to lead Moser upstairs, and they found a floor without too many strange sounds, then pushed open the door and hid inside.

But...... Just as Calvin was holding an iron rod against the fire door from the inside, he caught a glimpse of a number.

……

That's the number of floors, seven.

That's right, Calvin is now on the seventh floor of the hospital.

Calvin's movements paused.

The mad old man's pre-dying gibberish ghost came to Calvin's mind, and a cold sweat appeared on Calvin's back.

"Wang...... Wang ......"

Moser sensed that something was wrong with Calvin, and he let out a short, worried whisper in Calvin's ear.

"No, nothing. ”

Calvin replied in a whisper (God knows why he inexplicably felt as if he could understand Mosser's words). 166 Reading Network