The husband leaves Dorothy's secret base. He returned the way he had come, through the staircase and the secret door engraved with the old seals, and realized that it was still night. The sky did not have the blood moon seen on the roof of the patient's dormitory, but there was no moon either, and the blue-black clouds obscured the skylight, however, he felt that although it was dark all around, it was not so dark that he could not see anything clearly, and it could even be said that it seemed to be clearer than the usual night when there were stars, moonlight, and lights, a kind of clarity that emerged in the darkness.

Everything was so strange, whether it was this sense of clarity that could be seen, or the sense of time, and the sky, the earth, and the buildings, were getting more and more strange, and there was a situation that logically did not make sense in succession, spreading like a spider's web to every corner of the hospital. He couldn't help but wonder: when did the night really start? And when will it pass? When I thought about it, I suddenly had a feeling that this long night would not pass, and that the whole world was about to fall into this grotesque and twisted darkness.

The hospital was silent at this time, but he felt that in this silent and clear darkness, there was a war going on in every corner. Nothing happened around him, just because the battles hadn't yet reached the area, but of course, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to look for them. He had a lot of people and things to worry about, but until then, he felt compelled to find the clock that was still in motion to determine what time it was.

Bu Zuofu entered the nearby building, before he arrived, the building seemed to have undergone inhuman destruction, visible physical normal fragmentation everywhere, if you look closely, you can see some strange details from these damages, these details mean that the situation is very complicated, people shudder, subconsciously refuse to continue to pursue and think.

He pushed open every door on the first floor of the building, there was no one in every room, no trace of human activity, all the furnishings were neat, so neat that it made people feel unusual, as if this was not a place to work, nor a place to rest, but a model glued with super glue. In such a room, he found all the clocks and other objects, but they had all ceased to function, and the hands, minutes, and seconds were all folded together at zero o'clock. But he didn't dare to draw conclusions easily, and he couldn't remember what time he had entered Dorothy's secret base.

From time to time, he could hear some faint slight movement from the roof, which was not directed at him, but it always made people fearful, and even, from the sense of hearing alone, he couldn't help but feel that the thing that produced the movement was following his footsteps, pressing step by step. Bu Zuofu told himself that it was just an illusion, but he couldn't find the root cause of this hallucination, and he was overwhelmed by great fear, pressure, and incomprehensible things.

Even so, he had already decided what he should do. The friend's request has been completed, and he can now do whatever he wants - friend? He thought about it seriously, but he didn't remember the appearance and identity of this friend, and there was a strong feeling that prevented him from thinking deeply, as if going deep was asking for his own death.

The air suddenly became extremely cold, I hadn't felt it before, but now I felt it, I breathed casually, and all I spit out was white mist. Buzuofu put his hands in his pockets, and couldn't help shrinking his body, and then his body stiffened, and the hand inserted into the pocket seemed to touch some kind of lumpy, soft, slippery, and warm thing. With this vague touch alone, he could be sure that this was not something that would be carried in his pocket. When I realized this, the touch of the thing was even stronger. He subconsciously took it out and saw that it was a piece of flesh from a bloody forest, and he didn't know what animal it was taken from, and which part of the fresh meat was taken out. His hands were already covered in blood, and even when he looked at his clothes, there was blood dripping everywhere.

It was not someone else's, but his own blood, and his abdominal cavity had been hollowed out at some point, revealing a big hole. The dressing mirror that appeared at some point in front of me passed through the hole and reflected the things behind me.

Great fear, and an inability to penetrate into detail, came to the mind of the husband in a vague blend, and his hands began to tremble. A painful pain was howling in every nerve of his face, and suddenly, from nowhere, he appeared in the mirror in front of him, and saw the edge of the wall behind him, there was a vague outline, which almost merged with the darkness, but still not all of it, so, now, he saw it.

What the hell is this thing? And, what is your current situation? I can't even think about it without being a husband. When he saw something in the indescribable darkness, he had already begun to run towards the window, not even bothering to walk through the front door. He knew he was in danger, but he wasn't sure if it was coming from, if he was insane, or if there was something horrible in the building. Although he is also one of the researchers, and has sufficient scientific literacy, in the face of all kinds of grotesques that his knowledge cannot explain, his first thought is no longer to question and question, and the strong and real fear is forcing him to discard his past preconceptions in order to survive in this hospital that has changed dramatically.

Buzuofu slammed open the window, jumped out, rolled on the floor several times, and when he got up, he looked back at the room where he had been staying, only to see a deep darkness covering everything in the room, and he could not see anything with the naked eye. But he didn't dare to enter this building at all, and he felt that all the buildings were in the same situation now. He couldn't imagine what would happen to other researchers like him who were still living in the hospital, but he had a strong instinct that it was best not to get involved with those people at such a time. If the problem is with him, then, nine times out of ten, he will be totaled by the other party, but if the problem appears on the other party, he will be caught in the net if he contacts again.

All the changes in front of me are malignant, and I don't think I'll hear any good news.

"I'll have to go to Dr. Ender." At this time, it seems that finding Dr. Ander is more important than looking for those survivors. This idea didn't come to me now, and it grew stronger when he spoke to Dorothy. Even if no one told him, he knew where Dr. Ander was hiding now—the tall tower that stood in the hospital, the tallest landmark in the hospital, and Dr. Ander was inside.

Buzuo took a deep look at the buildings around him, and moved along the empty main road in the direction of the tower. As long as you are on this island, you will never ignore the figure of this tower, its size and height, which give it a strong sense of presence, as well as an indescribable, incredible feeling.

If you don't think about it, you will be sniped halfway, or more strange things will not happen. This road is so calm that it makes people's hearts furious, and they will only feel more and more that the situation has reached a certain level. Are all the people dead? Definitely not, but it's probably not far from death.

As he approached, the overall outline of the tower became clearer and clearer, and the darkness that spread between heaven and earth seemed to spit out his sense of existence even more, making it ...... Seems to be glowing? Rubbing his eyes, he saw more clearly that the entire outline of the tower was surrounded by some kind of light that was slightly brighter than the darkness, and it was felt that the light was bursting from the inside of the tower. There are various rumors about this tower in the hospital, and at the same time, not every researcher knows what is in the tower - they usually use the tower as a quarantine area for patients with severe doomsday syndrome, but they are sure that it is not only used to house patients, because patients have their own normal residences, and occasionally a few special patients will never occupy all the huge area in the tower.

The only person who really knows the secret of this tower may be Dr. Ender himself, because the tower was built after Dr. Ender became the supreme head of the hospital, and this coincidence of time makes people feel that the construction of this tower was ordered by Dr. Ender.

Although he also acts as an eyeliner and spy in the hospital, he has never been able to peek into the secrets of the tower. Now, he wants to uncover the secret.

There is no one who can stop himself, and he should not stop himself, because, in today's situation, isn't it meaningless? A voice echoed in his head.

By the time he came back to his senses, he had passed through the lifeless hallway of the hospital and full of unknown horrors, and had come to the bottom of the tower.

The door of the tower was naturally closed, and he tried to find out if there was any mechanism on the periphery, but when he found nothing, he stepped forward and knocked on the door, and shouted, "Doctor Ender!" Dr. Ender! I know you're in there! ”

There was no response.

He felt that it was useless to shout any longer, so he pushed the door with all his might, regardless of whether it was locked or not, and then, unexpectedly, the closed door was easily pushed open by him. A bright light leaked through the crack in the door, and his eyes were suddenly caught in a situation where he couldn't see anything. He felt only light, and only light, endless, high-brightness light, as if whistling towards his face, engulfing his whole being.

And this kind of light is naturally abnormal, even if there is light in the tower, there has never been such light.

Basking in the dazzling light, he stayed in front of the door for a few seconds, until he felt that he was no longer dazzling, and then his eyes gradually widened. Everything he saw was still bright and white, without any variegation, as if it had been washed away by the light, which was the paint on the walls, the ceiling and the floor, the particles floating in the air, and even the air itself. And in this uncolored light, the person he was looking for, Dr. Ender, was standing quietly in the middle of the space.

This space is abnormal, because the first floor of the tower should definitely not be what it looks like in front of you, and it is not that you have not entered the door, there are many rooms and furnishings here, not a large overall space. However, what was now in front of him was a vast whole space, even more than the first floor of the tower that he had seen before, and the edges stretched infinitely into the distance in the white light.

But nowadays, no matter how grotesque it is, it is not surprising that the hospital has become a bizarre enough place that there are already too many unimaginable things that have ever appeared in front of the unwielded husband. Whether it is the material level of common sense or the spiritual level of cognition, it has been distorted to the extent that it is incomprehensible.

These lights, this white space, and Dr. Ander, who stood in the center of the space and seemed a little wrong, were naturally abnormal, but they were normal.

It's hard to tell if it's all reality or illusion, but Dorothy once told him the general meaning of "fantasy dreamland", and he now feels that the word "fantasy dream" is appropriate.

Without hesitation, he walked towards Dr. Ender, and as he walked, he became more and more aware that something was wrong with Dr. Ender. This kind of wrongness is no longer a feeling, but a detail that gradually emerges from the other person's appearance. Dr. Ander was wearing a white coat as always, but his size was gradually enlarging as he narrowed the distance—not to be sure, although Doctor Ander was a tall man, he was definitely not that big, and there was still a distance of more than ten meters between the two sides, but Dr. Ander's height seemed to be more than two meters, and if he got closer, it looked like three meters, and he was closer—

Buzuofu saw Dr. Ender's head clearly, even if he turned his back to himself, he could be sure that it was definitely not a human head.

Like an octopus, it has a large number of tentacles on its jaw and the sides of its face, and even its hair is as thick and flexible as tentacles. And his height has reached five meters, almost two stories high.

The inhuman silhouette of this huge head should definitely not be Dr. Ender, but it still makes the husband feel that it is Dr. Ender!

Dr. Ender seemed to sense someone approaching and turned abruptly. At this moment, Buzuofu saw its facial features, yes, the facial features are indeed the appearance of Dr. Ender, but except for this part, the other parts of this head are no longer human.

A living monster.

"You, Doctor Ender?" Buzuofu gasped, and his footsteps couldn't help but stop, and he asked with some trembling.