Chapter Seventy-Four, The Psychiatric Hospital of Circulation (3)

Ying Zheng walked to the window, and the originally sunny sky was now cloudy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A woman in a hospital gown suddenly rushed towards Ying Zheng, and Ying Zheng quickly dodged away.

The woman fell to the ground, turned back in horror, and held out her hand: "Help me, those people...... They're crazy......"

The woman's fingertips were stained with blood, and Ying Zheng noticed that she was bleeding underneath.

The hospital gowns wandering around aimlessly suddenly walked towards them with hideous faces.

Ying Zheng quickly helped the person up, and the woman covered her stomach and pointed in one direction: "There is also an elevator over there, let's go that way." ”

Sure enough, at the end of the other side of the hallway, another elevator appeared.

The person behind him followed closely, and his steps were not fast, as if he had been manipulated.

When the elevator door opened, Ying Zheng subconsciously stopped, and she turned her head to see the stairwell not far from the elevator.

"Let's go......," the woman urged her, holding her belly.

Ying Zheng's gaze swept over the woman's slightly bulging belly and followed in.

Why go?

Her mind was a little confused for a moment, and she felt the urge to rush out as the elevator door closed.

Those people, she can knock down with a single finger.

As soon as the elevator door closed, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the lights in the elevator suddenly went out.

The red light on the floor indicator flashed, and she watched as the number on it changed.

The elevator slammed and fell suddenly.

"Squat down. Ying Zheng said.

After a while, the dust settled, and a strong smell of blood spread from the space.

Ying Zheng looked up and stood up, only to find that the woman had collapsed in a corner with her eyes closed, and a large pool of blood was flowing under her.

Probed the tip of his nose, and there was a faint breath.

"Are you alright?" Ying Zheng looked at the blood on the soles of his feet, and the light in his eyes flickered.

I'm afraid this woman's child won't be saved.

The little girl clearly said that this is a mental hospital, this woman is wearing a hospital gown, and it stands to reason that she is also a mental patient, but she doesn't seem to be mentally abnormal, her belly is only slightly bulging, and she thinks that she is not a few months pregnant, so who is the father of the child?

Ying Zheng's question did not receive a response.

The air has become a little hot, much hotter than the sunlight here.

The elevator door was tightly sealed and couldn't be opened, and the floor light was off, and they didn't even know which floor they were on.

Bang -

Bang -

Bang bang -

Ying Zheng sank his face, and slammed his fist against the metal door without a moment's pause.

On the back of the hand, the green tendons were rising, and after a while, the joints were already broken and bleeding.

And the hard metal door was smashed out of a notch by her.

When he hit the door again, Yingzheng stopped, and the hot temperature came from the skin that was clinging to the metal door.

Not only did the air get hotter and hotter, but even the boxy metal surface began to change color, and it was so hot that it seemed to burn people.

"Hey. Suddenly there was an exhalation sound from the sound hole next to the door.

"There's a fire outside...... "What......

Ying Zheng paused as soon as he asked.

The woman on the ground was unconscious, and a feeling of suffocation began to fill the air.

The two had been in the confined space for a while, and the rising temperature had accelerated the consumption of air.

Ying Zheng smelled a familiar stench, and when he squatted down, there was a strange sensation in his hand.

One hand is greasy and slimy.

But there was not blood on his hands.

In the blink of an eye, there was a trance in front of him, and the sun suddenly shone on Bai Jing's hands.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The sound of the iron wheels gurgling, followed by the familiar stench, which could not be dispersed.

A familiar scene reappeared in front of Ying Zheng.