Chicago, North and South Memorial Hospital.

Today's hospitals are still crowded, with so many people in the afternoon that the queue for registration is lined up at the glass door, and the camera in the corner silently monitors the hall, sweeping over the nurses and doctors who are hurrying to shout as they push stretcher carts.

The headline of Chicago news broadcast on the LCD screen hanging on the wall of the hall was the highlight of last night's much-anticipated 'Chicago Bulls' vs. 'Los Angeles Lakers', the former successfully defeated the latter by 93-91, a two-point difference, causing the entire Chicago basketball fans to revel.

Apparently, while the sports announcer was gleefully talking about how his city's team was doing, no one noticed that the Chicago public hospital had been home to a horrific serial murder at work.

Last night, the Chicago Police Department withdrew the North and South Memorial Hospital overnight, and all the news media were collectively silenced and could not even step further at the main entrance of the hospital; under the obstruction of a mysterious force, not a single case of murder was brought up in the Chicago Morning Post today, and the usual news fighters became mute, and there was no "brave" man who stood up to criticize the Chicago Police Department for being weak and incompetent.

But this is the case, in the inpatient department of the North and South Memorial Hospital, last night's murder is still known by many hospitalized patients, under the suppression of the official media, the bizarre and terrifying murder has become particularly terrifying and terrifying among the people, and even the rumors of 'the murderer did not leave the hospital' have intensified, and the most widely discussed is the 'girl who was targeted by the devil'...

Inpatient Department, 12th Floor.

A wheelchair was slowly pushed through the corridor, and although the slight friction of the wheels on the floor was not loud, it attracted the attention of countless patients in the aisles on both sides and in the wards.

Argumentative.

Whisper.

Sympathize.

Fear.

Detest.

Many complex and gratuitous emotions converged and fell on the person in the wheelchair, she didn't say anything, just buried her head very low, and the nurse behind her wanted to comfort the girl in the wheelchair, but she couldn't say anything when she thought of the terrible thing that happened to the girl last night.

It's too much, and the girl has endured too much.

Death, murderers, blood, corpses.

That nightmare is on the verge of collapse for anyone, and the girl is no exception, she is just an ordinary person, and she will be afraid, so she has been trembling, and her hands hidden in her cuffs are crumpled as if she wants to hold on to something to reassure herself.

The nurse saw it in her eyes but couldn't do anything, she could only push the wheelchair with a reluctant smile and walked all the way to the girl's hospital room at the end of the corridor, as if only hiding the girl could give her real peace of mind.

In Ward 1201, the nurse stopped in front of the ward with a wheelchair, she reached out to unscrew the doorknob, but inadvertently pushed the door open, which surprised her, because before that, Ward 1201 was only occupied by girls in wheelchairs.

The girl in the wheelchair subconsciously raised her hand and held the wrist of the nurse pushing the wheelchair, her eyes were wide open, and the color was full of fear, and the nurse was also a little flustered, but she glanced at the patients wandering in the corridor in the distance, and couldn't help but muster up some courage in her heart, and reached out to push open the door of the ward.

The wind that rolled along the shores of Lake Michigan swept into the hospital room and ruffled the hair of the girl in the wheelchair.

The girl's eyes widened slightly, and the fingers holding the nurse's wrist unconsciously released, and the shadow of the boy beside the bed was reflected in those hazel eyes.

It was a sunny afternoon.

The waves of Lake Michigan were sparkling in the distance, the boy was wearing a light-colored hospital gown, leaning on the chair next to the bed and lazily resting his head against the half-open glass window and closing his eyes, his side face was facing the clear blue sky outside the window, the curved willow eyebrows that sprouted like early spring made him look a little delicate and feminine, the black eyelashes were tanned white, and the natural black hair seemed to hide the winter wind, blowing from one end to the other, smoothing the disordered heartstrings of everyone in the ward.

In front of the door of the ward, the nurse noticed that the wheelchair in her hand had moved, and she looked down in surprise to find that the girl was pushing the wheelchair to the boy by the window, stopping at a distance of two or three meters, and she looked at the boy quietly and curiously.

For some reason, after seeing the boy, she felt very relieved inexplicably and for no reason, and the nightmare that haunted her was as clean as the blue scum above the boy's head, leaving only the sky and the lake and the people, no, the sky and the people and the lake, the blue sky was above, and the boy was in the middle, and the lake was Michigan in the distance behind him, so he was sandwiched between the two, like all the beauty in his vision.

Suddenly, the boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

He slowly opened his eyes, and those dark eyes stared at the girl in the wheelchair looking at him.

The girl has a blond hair, but compared with the beautiful blonde that the boy is familiar with, the girl's hair color is still a little immature, not pure and dazzling enough, as if it is necessary to use the sunlight outside the window to render the girl's long hair into the color of the Virgin Gold.

So the boy turned sideways, letting the blocked sunlight shine on the girl's face, and at that moment the ward seemed to be a little brighter for no reason, and the boy's eyes couldn't help but widen slightly.

Interestingly, the two people who met for the first time in the ward now have such the same reaction, they are both looking at each other's faces carefully, both of them have thought a lot for a while, maybe the things they want to see are not the same, but the same thing is that those things that emerge from the thoughts of the two are all beautiful objects that represent cleanliness, like new literature, like white doves, like rows of white sails on Lake Michigan, like the statue of the Virgin Mary.

Neither of them spoke, and both were waiting for the other to speak.

The room was silent, and the crashing of the waves on the shore of the distant lake could be heard until the boy came to his senses and spoke first.

"Hello... My name is Lin Nian, are you? ”

"Helena." The girl hurriedly said, "My name is Helena." ”

At the moment of speaking, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, as if a suffocating person had finally surfaced, and saw the first sight of salvation being the bright sunlight falling from behind the boy.

*

"The first meeting between the 'S' class and 'Marita', who bet the 'S' class would be stunned?"

In the temporary operations conference room of the Executive Department, someone whistled, and all the specialists who looked at the real-time monitoring in the ward on the screen couldn't help but sigh.

This picture is beautiful like a new work of art, and most people have seen 'Marita', a girl who has been targeted by demons, for the first time, and when they see her face, they can probably understand why the Tactics Department is so sure that the Bloodface Killer will still attack.

It's like the Mona Lisa hidden in the Louvre, and as long as she hangs there for a day, the thieves who fantasize about stealing her smile will never stop thinking about it.

"'Marita' was stunned first, it looks like a tie, and it seems that today's lunch money doesn't have to be lost." The commissioners in front of the screen shrugged their shoulders and stuffed the stacked money on the table back into their bags.

"After all, our 'S' rating doesn't look bad, and it's been carefully edited by our makeup artist before we make our debut." Many people laughed and looked back at the corner of the conference room, leaning against the wall with their hands folded, and looked at Commissioner Golia, who bowed slightly.

If you want to impersonate a patient, you always need makeup skills to make some pathologies, and in this operation, Commissioner Golia is the only one who knows how to make up, but it seems that everyone underestimated Golia's achievements in the makeup class for female specialists, and after a little polishing, their 'S' rating actually bloomed into a beautiful color that was not inferior to that of 'Marita'.

The senior commissioners of this good thing even opened a bet, the content of which was that when the 'S' class played the first photo with 'Marita', who would be stunned by the other party's "beauty".

Now, judging from the situation on the screen, everyone is evenly divided, and the 'S' class defends the dignity of the good genes belonging to the half-breed.

"Honestly, hasn't anyone investigated whether she's a half-breed?" The commissioner who monitored the situation in the ward stared at the beautiful face of the girl on the screen with clear lines towards the sun, and couldn't help but say.

"Not a mixed-race, 'Marita''s background has been thoroughly explored by the executive department, her father is a Hollywood director, her mother is a Victoria's Secret model, she was born beautiful and even worked as a child star for a few years, she was very popular a few years ago, but later quit the showbiz because of her studies, her background is very clean, she is beautiful and she is just born with good genes, even ordinary people will always give birth to one or two such 'monsters'." The door to the war conference room was pushed open, and Ryder walked in with a stack of papers, slammed the papers on the table and looked at the screen with his hands folded: "Is there a situation on the twelfth floor and other floors?" ”

"No, everything is fine." The commissioner who monitored the floor monitoring replied.

"It looks like 'Beta' has made contact with 'Marita'." Ryder sat down in the swivel chair and looked up at the screen: "The next thing is to be patient and wait for the fish to take the bait." ”

"Captain, by the way, I have a question." Someone suddenly raised their hand.

"Say."

"We made the 'S' class look so good... The Bloodface Killer isn't going to turn on our 'S' class on a whim, is he? ”

Many people in the war room were stunned for a moment, and Ryder was also stunned for a few seconds, he turned his head to look at Golia, and then looked at Lin Nian on the screen, and after being silent for a few seconds, he touched his chin: "It should be... No way? ”

The tone was full of uncertainty.