The simple-minded Eight doesn't seem to be able to comprehend such complex sentences, and this is perhaps the first person in the book to be so simple-minded.

A person who has been spliced together for unknown reasons seems to have even a brain, and the simple-minded No. 8 only understands one word: Dean!

If you want to get out of here, you can't do without the dean.

Then go to the dean!

The logistics department is located in the middle of the corridor, and on one side of it is the dental clinic, which has just been there on the eighth.

On the other side is the dermatology department, and on the innermost side of the dermatology department there appears to be a hallway, and at the beginning of that corridor is the dean's office.

Number 8 came to the triage room of the dermatology department, which was a little different from the dentistry on the other side, the triage room of the dermatology department directly blocked the entire corridor, and anyone who wanted to enter and exit here had to enter this small triage room!

There is no light here, it is small and dim.

Eight almost crawled into it and walked out of the small triage room, a jumble of chairs in front of him, which had a lot of age.

Can you imagine that the house just now is still a modern facility with electronic office.

When you enter the place, it is transformed into wooden tables and chairs.

The whole room of the city feels like it went back decades, or hundreds of years!

Before I knew it, half an hour had passed, and there was a grandfather clock as tall as a person, and the long pendulum below kept rocking from side to side.

With the constant gentle ringing, the eighth saw that the time had come to 7:30.

In this messy and crowded dermatology,

Eight lowered his head and entered the first room labeled Specialist Clinic, which had no computer but an old-fashioned hand-cranked telephone.

There are also some materials scattered on the table,

Eight curiously picked up one.

Here's a case study.

Name: Donald Monroe

Gender: Male

Age: 46 years old

Origin: Genoa

Date: August 2, 1976.

A skin disease caused by a strange fungus that is between plants and animals, and all current drugs have no effective treatment for the disease.

The fungus appears to be a spore that is covered in blood-red veins during the initial stages of human skin, and even emits some blood-red mist from time to time.

In the second stage, the patient's skin will grow some plant-like shoots, which should be a combination of plant and animal, and exhibit both plant and animal characteristics.

In the second stage, the patient will be extremely painful, and there is no good means other than strong sedatives, and the situation will enter the crisis first.

Based on clinical speculation, the spore fungus appears to have multiple forms, and the route of transmission of the spore fungus is unknown.

Attending physician: Omar Gonzalez

August 2, 1976, 8:13 p.m.

This case does not give Eight any inferences, it is just his subconscious behavior, pushing the door out of the door and causing inconvenience to Eight's walking due to the scattered chairs.

Eight had to waste some time cleaning up the chairs, and picked up a piece of paper among the scattered chairs.

Judging by Juanxiu's font, it seems to have been written by a woman:

It hurts, but at least I'm alive.

The terrible virus came out of nowhere and almost killed me.

When I was younger, I wasn't ready for death, I wasn't ready at all, and I still had a lot of time to spend on fulfilling my dreams.

I was assaulted and she was my best friend!

It suddenly attacked me from close range, and I was caught off guard.

There were many branches and leaves growing on her arms, a strange green and red plant, and they grew out like that, and then strangled my neck at close range.

At that moment, I suddenly felt that the pain she was suffering seemed to have penetrated all of my body, and I turned back with difficulty to see her smiling.

It was an expression of great spiritual pleasure when one's own pain was released.

I've never had an experience like this, so what the hell is that?

Unlike the joyful expression on her face, there was almost nihilistic despair in her eyes.

I was so scared that I couldn't move at all.

I wanted to yell, but I couldn't.

It seems that my girlfriend has removed my vocal cords.

Thankfully, the paramedics who arrived saved me.

But I'm also sadly left here.

God, I'm still so young, what should I do?

No. 8 couldn't help but shake his head, this is the legendary plastic girlfriend, maybe only the so-called iron buddies who insert two knives in the brothers can be compared.

There were some filing cabinets and other objects in front of it, which tightly blocked the old hallway, which was not spacious, and Eight had to move them one by one.

The Department of Dermatology seems to be a large department, and all the rooms on both sides have been converted into dermatology wards.

In the end, this should belong to the outpatient building.

However, the outpatient building was once full of patients, and you can imagine how out of control the situation has been.

At this time, something seems to be hitting a door, this place belongs to the middle of the entire corridor, it should be a relatively large consultation room!

Eight kicked the door open with his foot, apparently touching something.

Then he kicked open the door on the other side, and at this time he could see what was hitting the door.

A corpse hanging upside down!

It was the body of a male with nothing on him that could provide identification.

Eight wasn't afraid, maybe he didn't have those two words in his simple brain.

The corpse was still relatively alive, still in a state of freshly dead, as if time had stood still here.

There was a wall clock in the room, the time had come to 7:45, and there seemed to be a cry behind the other door in this room.

Eight pushes open the door and walks inside, revealing that it is a woman, and this woman grows on a branch, or rather a branch grows from the woman's body.

The skin of the whole person resembles the bark of a chapped pomegranate tree, and small pink flowers bloom on the hair, and the face seems to be slightly collapsed, and the growing plants seem to be rooted in the concrete floor.

As a result, the woman was unable to move, and her body strap seemed to have been destroyed, as evidenced by the emerald green branches growing around her neck.

The woman moaned like a code, but it was like a chicken talking to a duck, and it was impossible for Eight's simple brain to understand Morse code.

Eight can only see blood-red handwriting on the wall:

Compared to them, we have never been the masters of this world.

In the beginning, we thought that death was our punishment.

But we were all wrong.

Once controlled by them.

Death is a kindness, a luxury, a kindness, a gift.

What is even more frightening is that once they are controlled, death is only the beginning.

Gracious Father, have you forsaken?

Your creation?

This passage sent Eight deep in thought.

He is also a creature like a stitching monster, so who is the pig who takes care of him?

God or a demon created oneself!

So did they really love themselves?

Perhaps in their minds, the world is a kingdom that has fallen into sin.

Eight was stunned until the clock struck eight times, when the sound of the panel startled him.

Current SAN value: 100

Fog Mode is coming, and the Dread Dominator is beginning to refresh.

Given that you're in a special scenario, the Fear Domination mode changes to the old days.

For the next half hour, your task is to survive.

Being alive is what everyone wants, so there are no rewards.

Note that death here is just the beginning.

So do your best to live.

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