He was lying on the hard marble floor, his chest pressed against the ground, one hand hanging limply in front of his head, and a black electronic watch strapped to his wrist. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The position of this arm and the electronic watch are eye-catching, even if Luo Beigui's eyelids are heavy like lead, he still noticed it for the first time.

The shape of the watch is very ordinary, it is a knockoff for more than a dozen yuan a piece on the stall, but the dial shows not the time, but a countdown like 10:00, and the numbers on it are decreasing as time passes.

"What does this mean? A 10-minute countdown? Luo Beigui struggled to prop up his body and sit against the wall, fiddling with the watch twice, and found that the watch seemed to only have a countdown mode, and the LCD screen did not change when a few buttons were pressed back and forth.

Unable to understand the meaning of this countdown for the time being, Luo Beigui kept an eye on it, but he didn't continue to dwell on it, and instead studied his physical state and the surrounding environment.

Although there is no mirror, Luo Beigui still quickly judged that his body was not his own at this time, judging from the skin color of his hands, it seemed to be a Caucasian, male, tall and thin, with chest hair (don't ask him why he still has the heart to confirm this at this time), wearing a suit with a very good fabric, but he has never seen the brand.

In such a dress, the cheap electronic watch on his wrist is more and more inconsistent, and the sneakers under his feet are also inconsistent, but this is good news, after all, his situation at this time can be guessed with the duodenum must be very sinister, sneakers can greatly improve his survival rate.

Looking at his physical condition again, although until now he still feels that he may die on the ground in the next second, but in fact his body does not have too serious external injuries, although the suit is full of dust and has become not so decent, and it has been cut out by something and blood is constantly oozing, but this level of skin trauma is obviously impossible to kill people... Even tetanus can't get on so quickly.

What's even more strange is that in addition to these fresh wounds that are still oozing blood, Luo Beigui took off his suit and found that his body was wrapped in layers of bandages, and the body under the bandages could be called miserable, with all kinds of strange-shaped wounds all over his body, sharp weapon cuts, burns, and scars left by chemical corrosion, etc., and even the thumb of his right foot and the middle finger of his left hand were cut off.

But these were also not reasons for his dying life, because the wounds, although they may seem frightening, have in fact been effectively healed and treated, and although the injuries have not fully healed, they are by no means like those left recently, and they are obviously not enough to cause death.

"So it's an internal injury, right?" Luo Beigui looked around and speculated, "It looks like it's poisoning or a terminal illness?" ”

His speculation was based on his surroundings - the white walls, the straight corridors, the densely packed rooms on either side, and the lingering smell of disinfectant water in the air... That's right, it's the hospital!

Luo Beigui looked at the watch again, and then speculated: "In this case, the countdown on the watch is the time left of my life?" He struggled to get up against the wall, "I'm a patient with an incurable disease, a dying patient, and I have to find a doctor or medicine to cure myself before the countdown is over... Is that so? ”

This is indeed the most reliable speculation at the moment, and then he tried to call up his personal panel, hoping to find the information about the mission left by the courier, but no matter how he tried, the personal panel that was originally bound to the depths of his soul did not respond at all, and the cold voice of the courier did not sound in his head, and the magic could not be used.

"What the hell? This is completely the virtue of a second-rate web puzzle game.,There's no hint.,Just guess?! Luo Beigui complained to himself, leaning against the wall and slowly rubbing forward... After all, no matter how fucked up this mission is, he can't wait here to die.

When there were only nine minutes left on the countdown on his watch, Luo Beigui finally rubbed in front of the map in the stairwell.

In the process, he didn't encounter a single living thing, not a doctor, a nurse, a security guard, a patient, not even a single person appeared when he shouted loudly, or even deliberately lit a fire to cause an alarm... It seems to be a dead building...

However, this dead silence is not caused by abandonment. When passing by the service desk (or called the nurse station), Luo Beigui paid special attention to it, the desktop of the service desk is very messy, stacked with some medicines, paper and pens and other sundries, in one of the half-open registration books, there are also records of doctors and nurses signing in, the time on it is written on June 28, 2015, the specific time varies because of the different sign-in times of each person, the latest one is at 6:40 p.m., and now the time of the electronic watch on the wall is 7:15 p.m. on June 28, 2015, This means that less than half an hour ago, there were staff in the hospital at the earliest.

Also through the information at the service desk, Luo Beigui determined that the floor where he is now is the surgical department of the hospital, and quickly found his name through the registration form (in order to facilitate visiting the patient number, most of the service desks will have simple information about the patient number on this floor) - Kesen Fisher... This is not difficult, after all, in this peaceful and prosperous world, there is no second patient who is as 'broad and profound' as his injury. In addition to his name, Luo Bei also found that there was only one person who had recently visited him in the hospital, named Kevin Ball, and the date of the visit was just after six o'clock this afternoon, that is, not long ago. More detailed information though... For example, the reason or date of his admission... There is no record on the registration form.

It seems to be a male name, but considering the precedent of a man like 'Kong Lianshun', Luo Beigui did not dare to determine the gender of that person based on his name alone.

"Soon after he came to visit me, the rest of the hospital disappeared... Does the current situation have anything to do with the old guy named Kevin Ball? Luo Beigui secretly paid attention to this name, but did not linger too long.

After all, although the hospital is empty at the moment, the fresh wounds on his body remind Luo Beigui that his trouble is not only 'internal injuries' or 'poisoning', there should be other people or things here that threaten his safety.

Picking up a mirror from the service desk, the mirror reflected a slightly pale middle-aged white face, with a middle-to-high appearance, thin and half-length hair, in the style of a typical European and American technician.

Secretly noting down his facial features, Luo Beigui hurriedly prepared to leave.