Still, it was the temperatureless flame that burned wantonly.

The man was on fire, blackened by the flames, but he laughed out loud as if he didn't feel the pain, especially with his yellowed teeth.

The faceless woman stood numbly to the side, like a puppet, and stood without moving.

It's just that the woman's face, which has no facial features and is completely fair, is looking in the direction where Fang Zhe is standing.

She seemed to be thinking about something, and she was listening to something.

Countless beer bottles were scattered on the floor, some in glass bottles and some in cans, some of which were shattered, and a steady stream of wine flowed out, and then burned when it caught fire, making the flames more violent.

The man's body swayed, and he began to scold, very angry: "You bastard! Brute! ”

The man wrapped in flames shook his body and approached Fang Zhe step by step, and he couldn't see any expression on his charred face.

Fang Zhe instinctively stepped back, and one foot accidentally stepped on the cracked bottom of the beer bottle, and the sharp protruding glass shards went straight into the soles of Fang Zhe's feet, and severe pain hit.

The faceless woman stopped the man, and the faceless with no facial features was still facing Fang Zhe.

From beginning to end, the faceless woman didn't say a word.

A sharp pain in the soles of the feet, starting from the calves and spreading upwards until the thighs begin to diverge violently.

Fang Zhe woke up in pain, and sat up directly, covered in sweat.

The nightmare was like a curse that kept coming and going, haunting him.

Fang Zhe's eyes were a little indifferent, he knew who the charred man was, and who the faceless woman was.

Even though men keep insulting themselves, even if women look at themselves expressionlessly.

But that familiar feeling is always there.

Abandon the continuous blood relationship, and the blood dissolves in the water of family affection.

He was a little confused, and his parents seemed to hate him.

The fire back then, if it was accidentally set by yourself, or deliberately put it, it would be too bloody.

It's too cliché, too.

However, Fang Zhe didn't dare to continue thinking about it, he was unwilling to accept that result.

Due to the nightmare, Fang Zhe was a little distracted after waking up, but now, he began to be vigilant.

It's a strange environment.

The room was dim, the old wooden door was closed, there were some obvious blood stains on the wall, and there was a faint smell of medicine mixed with the smell of disinfectant in the air, which was not very heavy.

It doesn't look like a hospital, but there is only an iron bed and a chair here, which is a bit monotonous, not like an ordinary room with a wardrobe and table.

Like a hospital, the interior of this room is a bit dirty, there are even cigarette butts and dried fruit shells on the floor, and there is a bucket of finished instant noodles and a bottle of mineral water filled with dark yellow liquid on the side of the door.

Good guy, the person who pees this bottle is a little angry.

Fang Zhe didn't know how to describe the room he was in, it was a little, like a cheap rental house.

The last memory before he fell into a coma was to stay in Monk Huibing and carry himself.

Could it be that this is his home?

But monks, don't smoke.

Fang Zhe moved his gaze to himself, covered by a thin and somewhat yellowed white sheet.

Fortunately, the clothes are still worn on my body, and so are the pants, and there are no traces of being taken off.

However, the pants of the injured leg were cut off in a large piece, and they were as short as pants.

The thigh wound was wrapped with white gauze at random, and there was not even a knot, only a piece of medical tape was used to stick the seal.

It's as if the person who does these things is also a lazy terminal cancer patient like himself, and he is too lazy to go home.

The wound that had been cut by the strange doctor with a scalpel was now invisible, but a feeling of tightness could be clearly felt, and the wound should have been treated with stitches.

Fang Zhe guessed that this was the room that Monk Huibing was looking for temporarily, and he also helped to bandage the wound.

Thinking of this, his guard relaxed a little.

Staring at the wall, Fang Zhe began to rearrange what had happened before.

The series of things that happened in the Third Hospital were too fast, and the authorities were confused, and Fang Zhe had no spare time to think calmly at that time.

Now out of danger for the time being, he has enough time to think.

It is unexpected to meet a homeless girl in the script of the Third Hospital, but it is also a reasonable thing.

The script of the Third Hospital in the village itself is the Third Hospital in the past tense, and to put it a little more trendy, Fang Zhe can be regarded as traveling to the past.

It's just that this past is a past that has been slightly changed.

It is a script that Yu Rou experienced, and after a slight adaptation, it was formed.

Hospital No. 3 is dedicated to homeless people living on the streets, most of whom have mental problems. Or they were abandoned by their families, or they were sent to the third hospital on their own initiative.

In the early days of the homeless girl, she was indeed reported by the citizens to the relevant departments, and on the grounds of affecting the city's appearance, she was housed somewhere for a while, and the place of shelter now seems to be the third hospital.

For people like homeless women, who are unaccompanied, unremembered, and dispensable, they are the most happy experiments to see in the Third Hospital.

It's just that she can still wander around the No. 5 inpatient building in a good manner, and walk around at will, which Fang Zhe didn't expect.

At that time, he felt that none of the people who could appear in the third hospital would be normal people, and with the concept of fighting, he called out to others.

After all, the obsession of a homeless girl is to find her long-lost child.

Of course, the homeless girl can't be her mother, this Fang Zhe knows very well.

What Fang Zhe never expected was that this wandering girl, who seemed to be a little terrifying, actually broke the space directly, ignored the rules of the village, and forcibly brought him back to Licheng.

You know, the place where the village is located is a long way from Licheng.

It's basically teleported.

At present, it can be confirmed that the wandering girl is out of control, and the knife monster doctor who injured him is also out of control, because he can be injured by potions.

It's just that the homeless girl, as a runaway person with such a strong strength, why can she wander around the streets at will, nothing to scary?

The branch of the Haixi City Abnormal Crime Processing Bureau is located in Licheng City, less than ten minutes by car from the streets where homeless women often come and go.

In this way, the sub-bureau acquiesced to the existence of the homeless woman?

Just when Fang Zhe was still wondering, a man's painful wail suddenly came from outside the door, like a pig screaming.

Vigilance, immediately full, Fang Zhe dragged his injured leg, slowly got out of bed, put on his shoes, and opened the door very carefully.

This time, he confirmed that this was not the temporary residence that Hui Bing was looking for.

When the door opened, you were greeted by a small warehouse that had been abandoned for a long time, with several iron beds outside, some of which were still lying on the beds with patients receiving fluids, some of which were hanging oxygen masks, and some of the patients had half of their legs directly gone, and there were heavy gauze wrapped around them.

It's just very peculiar that these patients are all fierce and vicious, with tigers and bears, and some of them are wearing big gold necklaces around their necks, and all kinds of animal tattoos of tigers, leopards, dragons and wolves are all on these patients.

When Fang Zhe's door opened, those patients all looked at him with unkind eyes.

Not far away, there was a middle-aged man with oily hair on a bed, he was covered in blood, his shirt was stained red with blood, his right arm was obviously cut by a knife, and the white bones were visible.

The wail like killing a pig was made by this middle-aged man.

Next to the bed, there sat a man who seemed to be very young, with short black hair, round bangs, handsome and handsome, with a mustache on his chin, and a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, which made his eyes squint slightly. The clothes this man wore were very exaggerated, full of bells and whistles, and he was dressed like a street slipper, almost with a bag of Huazi in his jacket pocket.

If it weren't for the fact that this man was wearing medical sterilization gloves in both hands, holding tweezers and suture needles in his hands and carefully stitching the wound, and his technique was professional, Fang Zhe would have thought that he was the little brother of the middle-aged man on the bed.

The middle-aged man was still wailing, as if he couldn't bear the pain of the stitches in the wound, and begged: "First brother, I can't stand it, it's too painful, or the whole anesthesia, after all, there are a lot of wounds cut this time, I'm afraid that if I don't wait until I bleed to death, I will be hurt to death." ”

The man who was stitching next to the bed bit the cigarette to the corner of his mouth with his teeth: "Okay, the anesthesia has to pay for it." ”

The middle-aged man hesitated a little, and when the suture needle pierced the skin again, he gasped, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, but the anesthesia must be thorough, don't make me feel pain." ”

The man stopped stitching his hand and grinned, "I promise you won't feel any pain." ”

As soon as the voice fell, the man punched the middle-aged man's temple, and the man on the bed closed his eyes and fell straight down.

The sutures continued.