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Commander Maeda sat on the motorcycle and didn't get out of the car, fiddling with the saber in his hand, and next to the car stood three lifeless, a military green military police officer, a black police captain, and a detective team leader who appeared improvised in civilian clothes, their expressions numb in the sun as if they were all dead.

The knife was unsheathed a few inches, and the snow was bright, reflecting Maeda's face that seemed to be contemplative, and then into the sheath.

The prisoners became Zhang Fugui's hostages, and the doctors, interns, nurses, and a dozen wounded became hostages of the Einsatzgruppen, and they were all surrounded in this lifeless hospital, and the logical relationship was clear at a glance. No matter what he did, he couldn't get the best result, and Shaozo was reluctant to come, so he completely left the matter to Maeda, the commander of the gendarmerie.

Maeda continued to be silent and did not say anything, and the three subordinates around him who were waiting for orders continued to be zombies.

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Zhang Fugui didn't think he could survive, through the window and the fence, he could see countless guns in the distance, but this could not save him from leaving, there were still Zhong Kui standing on both sides of the wall outside the door waiting to kill or save people, he didn't dare to let go of the hostages, he would die if the gendarmes rushed into the hospital, and he couldn't live if he didn't rush into the hospital, but the difference in length of time, the wall behind him became colder and colder.

The hostages were being concentrated, Zhong Kui was setting up sentry everywhere, all the curtains were being pulled up, one by one, one by one, and the long corridors were darkening one by one, like the light of life that had been lingering for a long time.

Became hostages, were taken to the assembly area, the doctors were desperate, the nurses were sad, there were wounded people who tried to resist, the gunshots rang out decisively, and immediately turned from hostages to corpses, Zhong Kui did not dispose of them at all, and let the new corpse be placed on the ground of the dark corridor, or on the hospital bed, flowing silently, but it was just another dark ground, making the dark footprints more numerous, more messy, and more like hell. At least they wore masks, no one could see their despair, and the pleasure of the executioners boosted their courage to face death.

The darker environment made the search more difficult, and a heavy exchange of fire broke out again in one area, and the corridor became an echo loudspeaker, and no matter where you stood, you felt that the battle was close at hand, and the gunfire and shattering seemed like the next door.

The hostages stopped and turned back in unison, looking at the gloom at the end of the hallway, praying with desperate hearts for the hero's safety. How ironic is this world in the grave, who prays for whom in the shadows? Who is killing for whom in the shadows? Who is the real killer? Who are the enemies of whom? Who is the enemy?

If it weren't for the sound of rushing running, two white masks floated like ghosts, through the dark corridor, and came to the leader of Zhong Kui, the guns in their hands were still hot: "Another brother has been broken." He is more familiar with the environment than we are. You'll have to give me two more. ”

"Enough!" The masked leader's voice was agitated, and he was indeed anxious: "Block off a few corridors, we have to get down to business, there's no time for cat and mouse!" The devil didn't give an answer because he didn't see their deaths. He pulled out a wounded devil from his side and pushed it to the two masks: "Let him die outside the door." ”

A Zhong Kui mask pushed the devil wounded and began to walk, telling him that if he dared to run, he would kill two more because of him, and I don't know if the devil wounded could understand, just pushing, saying, walking through the corner of the corridor, straight to the long corridor leading to the two spring doors is the last mile, the sunlight is outside the two doors, the bright lines of the door crack are as dazzling as the door of heaven, but the devil wounded fell soft, and could only be dragged by Zhong Kui to continue, dragging the pieces of black sticky wet across the cold ground, dragging black footprints one by one.

The door opened, and the devil wounded was so pierced by the sudden light that he couldn't open his eyes, and he collapsed at the entrance of the hospital, facing the large muzzle of the gun across the courtyard, unable to see anything, and then the gunshots behind him, the two doors staggered and staggered and closed, and continued to creak and rattle to make a rotating and frictional noise.

The world was silent again, both inside and outside the tomb, and it continued for a long time.

The second hostage was mercilessly pulled up in the shadows, thrust into the hallway, and fell.

White shoes, white trousers, white robes, white hats. The robe is only above the knee, and the white waist rope is tied at the back of the waist, and the round high collar is also tied at the back of the collar; The bottom of the white hat resembles a forehead band, the top is wide wrinkled, and the forehead is printed with a red cross. The nurse struggled to her feet in the hallway, and fell and scratched a large area of darkness on the ground, and when she stood up, her white robe showed a large black in the bad light, and then turned red again by the slightly brighter open door.

Pressed to the muzzle of the gun, she staggered, trembling, her hands clasped tightly in front of her white chest, and she was so frightened that she forgot to cry in the face of the last mile.

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There were no windows in one room, only the faint light of the slightly open door leaking in the hallway, revealing the outline of rows of cabinets in the room, and the figure with a gun next to the crack in the door, staring silently into the hallway.

Lu Hang found that Zhong Kui had finally become smarter, stopped searching for him, and got down to business, knowing that killing people had shown the devils, this was progress, this was good, only killing could end all this, but it was a pity that he still didn't have a chance to get closer to Zhang Fugui's position, this was a dead end.

A ghost wounded person who was dragged over just now, and now, footsteps sounded in the corridor again, it seems that this is the second one, Zhong Kui wants to add weight to the devil, should pull out a doctor or nurse to kill it more effective? Lu Hang thought so and continued to watch in the dark.

White appeared in the dark passage, a ghost nurse, white blood, like a floating ghost of despair, is floating towards the altar at the end of the darkness, illuminated again and again by the dim light that passes, from far to near become clear.

The observer in the darkness actually frowned because of this, he would not sympathize, nor was he good at pity, just because, he actually recognized the face of the desperate ghost, but he just watched, unmoved, as if he was also a corpse.

Is there a boundary between black and white?

The nurse stumbled again from the impatient thrust behind her shoulder, and fell hard down the hallway, beside an unclosed door that was open and cracked, like a white wither.

The faint scent of medicine wafted from the dark cracks between the door and the side wall, diluting the blood on the nurse's face, and she slowly lifted her desperate face, realizing that this was the pharmacy where she worked, realizing how much she was attached to the smell, trying to look one last time into the narrow darkness in front of her, but she could not see everything behind the darkness, not even the rows of silhouettes.

Until her sluggish gaze slowly raised, she saw half of her face in the narrow darkness, cold, numb, a narrow patch illuminated only by the dark light that penetrated the narrow door, the colorless corners of the mouth, the reflective nose line, the eyebrows and eyes that were pitch black behind the brim of the hat, as if the only flawed pattern floating in the endless darkness, was coldly watching everything beyond the darkness.

She felt familiar, but she didn't dare to think that he was a hero who had always existed in hell, a loyalist who had always fought against those executioners. So she didn't dare to speak, she didn't dare to pray, she only hoped that he would continue to exist in the darkness and continue to fight.

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