The No. 2 inpatient building was already a little lifeless, but when Liang Hongxin released most of the patients in the entire building, the building was already a little silent.

It's like a ghost building.

In a relatively spacious, cluttered room, in the corner of the bathroom that smelled of stinking and dimly lit.

There was a sound of a squeeze.

There was a mass of blood-red flesh, slowly wriggling, expanding, and gradually growing in size, gradually taking on the shape of a human being.

On both sides, there are two slender black shadows, like the left and right hands of a person, constantly manipulating the blood-colored flesh, like a craftsman kneading clay figures.

It's just that faintly, the flesh and blood continued to exude a force that distorted space, and the cold light flickered.

With each flicker, the two slender black shadows distorted and dimmed, as if the mass of flesh could no longer be controlled by them.

After pulling like this, the dark shadow finally dissipated, and the flesh and blood ignored some kind of rule power and began to condense itself.

"I'm so dirty, I'm so dirty..."

Her white and smooth skin was exposed, her two well-proportioned legs, her arms like pink lotus, and her slender black hair on her hips.

Reaching out and twisting the faucet, the shower head slowly sprinkled the water.

She rubbed her hands quickly all over her body, very hard, very hard, while rubbing like crazy, while crying hysterically: "I'm so dirty, so dirty, I need to wash, wash." ”

The woman turned around, and her face was exactly Wu Pengpeng's.

She was resurrected by the rule power of the script, but because of some factor, she ignored the rule power.

The fingernails scraped on the smooth and fair skin were like several layers of dirt on the arms, and they couldn't be scraped off.

Obviously, her skin is very clean, but she is still scraping and rubbing hard.

The skin slowly began to show red marks one after another, then began to break and bleed, and then the wound began to get deeper and deeper.

In the end, every time Wu Pengpeng scraped, some flesh appeared in the cracks of her nails, but she showed that she didn't feel any pain, and her strength was still undiminished.

Clean and transparent water spilled down from the sprinkler head, landed on the graceful blood-colored body, and finally mixed with blood and flesh, flowed on the floor of the bathroom, and flowed into the sewer mouth.

She had a hideous face and kept roaring: "Why can't you wash it, why can't you wash it!" I'm so dirty! It's dirty! ”

The speed of fingernail scratching, faster and faster, the right hand is like a car driving on the road on a rainy day, and the glass wipers on the car are sliding very quickly.

Gradually, there was no flesh to be dug out, and there was only coldness.

Wu Pengpeng's two arms at this time were like two sharp blades, and there were still traces of his own blood on them.

"Why! Can't be washed! ”

She angrily raised her hand and swiped into the air, and the shower head fell to the ground, and the water pipe that lost its shower head was bubbling like a dancing snake, wagging wildly in the bathroom, as if wagging its tail.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, those four filthy bugs, and that vile and shameless, sinister villain."

"Liang Hongxin, I must let you, life is better than death!"

Wu Pengpeng's every word was shouted out with gritted teeth and spitting saliva.

A few hours earlier, in this very bathroom, she had been tortured to death by the four psychopaths.

On his body, he was almost bitten to the point that there was no good meat.

She split the door of this room, the double-tiered iron bed, and the table at will, and she couldn't relieve a ten-thousandth of the hatred in her heart.

Leaving the dilapidated room behind, she walked out, ignoring the large hole in the bathroom, somewhere that seemed to be hollowed out.

Fang Zhe and Hui Bing were walking on the first floor of the No. 2 inpatient building.

Most of the doors of the wards on this floor are open, but in many of the wards, there are still patients who stay there obediently.

Fang Zhe checked the past one by one, wanting to see if there was any shadow of his mother.

Seeing the woman with wide-eyed eyes and lying motionless on the bed, he yelled in: "Auntie after eating, women are easy to get fat when they lie down all the time, and they are easy to be constipated, so remember to get up and take two steps if you have nothing to do." ”

Seeing the little boy who was upside down, with his head and shoulders as support points, three legs kicking into the sky, and a strange posture, Fang Zhe tilted his head to the left to the extreme: "Little ghost, you pee like this, it's easy to pee in your mouth." ”

"Old man, no one told you that you can't sing well?"

"Laugh, laugh at your mother's head, laugh?"

Every time he finished complaining, he would quickly close the door to the ward.

In my heart, it is beautiful.

If it weren't for the arduous task of finding his mother, he would have felt that living here would be quite interesting.

If this man has no dreams, what is the difference between him and being carefree?

It's okay to bask in the sun in the yard, chatting with those patients across the door, lying on the hospital bed playing with mobile phones, watching dramas, holding a tissue in one hand in the middle of the night, stroking with the other, and putting the mobile phone with a small movie on the bed or on the lap, that's called a pleasant.

At best, it's a bit boring afterwards.

No matter how bad it is, call Zheng Siming and Chen Jielong, and you can make up a lineup of landlords.

There is really a shortage of people, so Zheng Xijian can be called to play mahjong.

As for Zhang Xun and Yang Haixin, forget it.

Fang Zhe finished walking around the first floor, and almost finished thinking about his future retirement life, Hui Bing followed him obediently with those funny and weird eyes from beginning to end.

The two of them walked towards the elevator and prepared to go to the second floor.

Then, Fang Zhe saw that the screen showed that someone was coming down the elevator on the third floor.

He listened to the friction sound of the elevator traction machine and sensed that something was not quite right.

However, before he could think about it, he saw the elevator door open, and a woman covered in blood appeared inside, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown.

Fang Zhe frowned, he recognized the woman in the elevator, who was one of the five actors in this scene.

At that time, at the gate of the hospital, he had seen this woman.

It's just that this woman feels a little strange to him at this time.

He remembered that the woman was not dressed like that.

The woman raised her hand and slashed directly, and the monk took the lead in blocking in front of Fang Zhe, holding the string of skulls hanging around his neck in his hand.

"Clank!"

The sound of metal crashing was heard, and even a little spark was rubbed.

Hui Bing didn't panic, he even turned around and smiled proudly at Fang Zhe: "Master, be careful, this knife is a bit sharp." ”

Fang Zhe put away his previous cynical expression and stared at the woman in the elevator very seriously, he knew very well that this was a person who was out of control, especially when he saw the woman's two arms that were as sharp as knife blades in the cold light.

"What the hell did this woman go through, she directly had an emotional breakdown and turned into a runaway, and she also produced a C-class runaway with special abilities. As soon as it gets out of control, it directly crosses the category of D-class runaways and upgrades across levels? ”

He glanced at the big white legs, no, he aimed at the well-developed pectoralis major muscle.

"Grass! It's true that everyone is an LSP. ”

Shaking his head, Fang Zhe pushed away the monk who was blocking in front of him, and kicked the woman in the abdomen.