In the dimly lit room, the monitor kept ringing.

"Drip, drip, drip."

In addition to the small sound of the machine, there was also the continuous sound of the horn, the words recorded by the repeater.

"Sissy, Fang Zhe hasn't been rescued yet, may I ask if we should enter the left side of the village or the right side, hurry up and give an idea."

"Wow, sissy, you've stepped on shit, do you take off your shoes first, or shake them off first?"

"Sissy, Fang Zhe hasn't been rescued yet, may I ask...

The man lying on the hospital bed, even if his face was bloodless and he was wearing an oxygen mask, he still couldn't stop the fact that he was good-looking.

His eyelids seemed to twitch a little, but he didn't seem to have them.

Zheng Siming is dreaming.

In the gloomy hut where there was no escape, all kinds of unpleasant smells were mixed together, and there seemed to be a faint smell of medicine mixed in them.

He was still a child, still in the house, forced to run back and forth, stepping barefoot on the plank, extremely cold.

Grandpa's corpse, covered with disgusting mosquitoes, sat on the sofa in the living room, maintaining his usual posture of watching TV.

On the floor not far away, his mother's body lay there, her cloudy pupils widening and staring at him.

They were all killed, killed by that terrible devil.

And this terrible devil is his father.

Children are running and running.

The stomach, uncompromisingly hungry, and the sound it made was very obvious in this silent little dark room.

In the darkness, my father slowly stood up, revealing his blackened teeth and a sinister smile.

The man used his hand to drive away the flies and mosquitoes that had rested on the woman's corpse, and then grabbed one casually.

He kicked the couch again, causing the old man's body to shake and catch a maggot that was popping out.

As if he hated the old man, the man pinched the maggot, and pressed the knife inserted in the old man's chest, causing a pool of yellow-black pus to ooze from the wound.

Spread your left hand and right hand out at the same time towards the child.

"Which one do you choose today?"

The man smiled evilly, as if he cared about his child, and seemed to be looking forward to the other party's choice answer.

The young child wanted to step back, but the mother's blank eyes seemed to roll as if to speak, as if they were lying on the ground.

Don't run away, kid, you're going to die!

"I... I'm going to choose today... ”

The young Zheng Siming's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, trembling violently, and his voice was a little crying.

At this moment, outside the room, a strange, mechanical voice came from the outside.

"Sissy, Fang Zhe hasn't been rescued yet, may I ask if we should enter the left side of the village or the right side, hurry up and give an idea."

What, let yourself choose again?

Fang Zhe? So familiar with the name?

Saying! Who's a sissy!

The man with his blackened teeth still waiting for the answer to the multiple-choice question, as if he hadn't heard anything outside the house.

But immediately after, the child in front of him became an adult, and his long blue hair was very gorgeous.

Zheng Siming waved his hand, knocked the disgusting maggots in the man's hand away, and roared angrily: "You want to eat yourself!" You're dead! I'm not afraid of you anymore! ”

The man's expression was stunned at first, followed by an exaggerated smile.

"Oh? Is it? How dare you resist me? I'm dead? Hahaha! ”

"I will be with you for the rest of your life, unless you no longer have my blood flowing in your body, unless you are not a son of demons!"

The man opened his big mouth in terror, and from inside, stretched out a hand holding a knife, that hand, extremely white, every inch that stretched out, accompanied by a lot of transparent liquid flowing out.

Half of his body slowly crawled out, Zheng Siming panicked, because the person who crawled out of the man's mouth was him!

"Sissy!"

Fang Zhe's shout woke up Zheng Siming, who was stunned.

He will also be unconscious, wake up.

"Drip, drip, drip."

The sound of the monitor seems to be louder than the sound of the horn.

Zheng Siming looked at the white ceiling, stunned for a while, and his body still had a slight sense of pain and numbness.

Sitting up slowly, he tried to turn off the noisy horn, but found that he couldn't reach it.

To be precise, his current physical condition does not allow him to get out of bed and turn off the horn.

Looking around, Zheng Siming knew that this was a black clinic in the first year of high school, and with the open door, he could still see the high school who was undergoing surgery outside the house.

Fang Zhe is not here.

Outside.

Gao Yi, who rarely wears a white coat, is holding a sharp scalpel in one hand and knocking out a patient who is struggling on the bed with the other.

His pupils dilate, a little crazy, a little impatient.

"Ah, the feeling of controlling human life is really addictive!"

The scalpel was scratched and pulled on the patient's body, and the clothes were scratched, and the bare skin was also scratched.

The splatters of blood soon stained his face, white coat, hospital bed sheets, and so on.

"I do this every day, and this feeling is still so strong!"

Gao Yi was talking to himself as he quickly cut open the patient's internal organs.

On the nearest hospital bed, a bald man wearing a gold necklace with his left arm bandaged was a little frightened, and he glanced at some of the other patients who were shivering and shivering with their bodies buried in sheets, and some did not know why.

This is a blatant murder, right?

Why, others don't stop it! It's not good for anyone here!

The bald man was introduced here by a friend, and he was treating patients at this black clinic for the first time.

Although the charge is indeed very dark, the treatment effect is unexpectedly good, and the left hand was obviously cut off by someone else with a knife, but it can be spliced and stitched in good condition.

It's just that the scene in front of him makes the bald man a little unacceptable.

Especially when a small section emerged from the patient's bloody intestines, the strong man resisted retching and said, "Hey! Stop! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a scalpel fly towards his forehead.

Then, the scalpel was plunged straight into the strong man's forehead, and blood spurted out like a small fountain.

"Don't get in the way."

Gao didn't lift his head, he quickly pulled a new scalpel from his coat and continued to operate.

Zheng Siming in the ward sat on the hospital bed, looking at this bizarre scene, not surprised.

He knew that at this time, he must not make any noise, otherwise in the next second, a scalpel would fly towards his eyebrows.

And with his physical condition at this time, he can't escape at all.

So even if he wanted to stop it, Zheng Siming couldn't help it, he desperately told himself in his heart that the patients outside were all scum of society, and they were all bad guys, and they deserved to die.

Outside, the operation continued, during which another person died.

Some of the old customers of the black clinic are well aware of the problems of the first year of high school, and each of them hides in the sheets, shivering, and trying not to make any sound.

It wasn't until the patient's wound was stitched up with a needle and thread that he breathed a sigh of relief at the blood-stained scalpel.

"It's so cool, this kind of taste, you won't get tired of it a thousand times, just like when you use a five-fingered girl, ah~comfortable~"

When Gao looked up again, he found that there was a corpse lying on two hospital beds in the huge room.

The strong man made a sound to stop himself, and was stabbed into the center of his eyebrows with a flying scalpel and was killed on the spot.

Another middle-aged man, when he wanted to escape, was cut in the neck by a flying knife thrown by himself, and died of excessive blood loss.

Bloodstains were everywhere, on the ground, on the walls, and on the face of the first year of high school.

He stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from his mouth, and said with some pity: "Alas, there are two customers missing, and one of them hasn't settled yet." ”

The voice fell, and Gao Yi, with a gloomy face, turned his head to look into the ward.

"Yo, Zheng Niangpao, are you awake?"