Buzuofu has encountered all kinds of incredible things in the hospital, even cults and aliens have appeared, but among these many strange and bizarre and unacceptable things that seem to have a certain logic, but have no reason when examined carefully, the shock brought to him by this strange and inhuman monster that appeared in front of him at this time is not inferior. He thought he could find Dr. Ender, and he had tried to imagine what Dr. Ender would be like if he had become a patient with Doomsday Syndrome, and the word "dreamland" from Dorothy had also made him have a lot of ideas about Dr. Ender's move into the Tower - even so, he still felt that the current situation was completely beyond his imagination, and he originally thought that after learning a lot of unbelievable things, he knew a lot of unheard secrets, I can feel some of the boundaries of the current situation, but if this inhuman monster in front of me is Dr. Ender......

I can't understand why Dr. Ander is the way he is. He had suspected that this monster might not be Dr. Ender, but his feelings, his observations, and the details he had gotten were telling him: Yes, this is Dr. Ender.

A nearly two-story tall monster with an octopus head, dressed in a scale-up of Dr. Ender's clothes and white coat. But now he looks more like an alien researcher than a human researcher. A large part of his appearance looks like a human, but this human-like part does not bring people a sense of closeness, on the contrary, it is this human-like part that makes the husband feel that the big guy in front of him is definitely not a human.

"Ann, Dr. Ender...... How did it come to this? The husband groaned, and the shock was so great that it almost crushed the fear. But the greater fear came back in the next moment, striking his heart even harder and choking his throat.

The huge human-like monster seemed to hear the sound of the Puppet, and it turned the octopus's head in a bulky and sluggish manner, as if it was too short for the Puppet to spot him in the first place. At this time, I can feel the difference between this monster and human beings, its observation, its listening, its thinking and searching, all these actions and behaviors seem to be in line with the physiological structure of the human body, but the strange feeling that comes to the face makes this sense of similarity extinguished in an instant. He was terrified that the details of the human body's movements were definitely not like this, because he couldn't guess what the monster wanted to do from the monster's movements.

Is it looking for itself? Why should it look for itself? Is it looking for itself with some kind of malice? Bu Zuofu couldn't help but hold his breath, he didn't dare to move, he only felt that he couldn't be found by it, as long as he was motionless like a wooden man, he wouldn't be found by it. Buzuofu felt it strongly, although there was no evidence, but it was an extremely clear, sudden thought: the distance between the two sides, it seemed that it only took a few steps to get closer, but in fact, it was not just a distance in the sense of common sense, its previous moans and exclamations were not really conveyed to its side, but it could feel that it was near it.

The monster that seemed to be Dr. Ender had a puzzled expression, and although its head was more like an octopus in appearance, on the front, it still had human-like facial features, and at this time, this facial features were squeezing out a puzzled expression. Buzuofu felt that it was extremely appropriate to describe himself as "squeezing", because this expression really didn't seem to be expressed naturally, and he wasn't even sure if this monster still had emotions.

The gaze of the two-story octopus-headed human monster swept around, and in the process, it also swept over the place where the husband was, making the blood of the husband cold and his head dizzy, and he felt that there was an inexplicable strange power that was teasing his brain and injecting venom that made people crazy. He almost couldn't help but make a move, but he held back, and the monster's gaze quickly swept over him and threw it in other directions. Eventually, it doesn't seem to see anything.

During this time, Busakuo seemed to see a normal table and open books behind the monster. These tables weren't the size of monsters, they were just for humans. Can this monster really still use these things? A crude thought quickly flashed through his mind.

If, just if, this monster who appears to be Dr. Ender is actually reading these books, it means that these books contain some secrets related to the current situation. Just thinking like this, there was a certain stupidity in Buzuofu's heart, and he was desperate to take these books and uncover the secrets inside. He also warned himself to be more cautious, however, at this time, the monster turned away, neither facing him nor the table, and subconsciously threw everything away and ran towards the table desperately.

The tall, sluggish monster seemed to sense the movement and immediately turned around, but that was enough time for the fufu to rush to the table.

The unemployed immediately saw what was on the table: a book, some cards. The book has never been seen before, it looks like a diary or some other storybook, the cover is strange, you can't tell whether it's leather or paper, there is a vague texture on it, you only feel dizzy when you look at the texture closely, but it is full of strange attraction, as if there is some big secret hidden inside, and the contents of the book seem to be more precious because of this strange cover; The cards are familiar.,Bu Zuofu quickly remembered that it was the team of surviving researchers who had been working on it.,The cards made by the two weird girls.,So far,The researchers have decided that there is a big secret in it.,And these cards don't seem to be the ones they have seen before.,It's a new card.。

The two odd girls had disappeared, and the origin of the cards on the table was intriguing, but this was not the time to delve into them, and if they were new, and if they were part of the cards that had been studied and were definitively determined to be missing, then they would be incomparably precious.

If this monster is Dr. Ender, it would be a good connection between the cause and the effect. Dr. Ander had found these things, or perhaps he had hidden them in this tower, or even the two missing girls in the tower. Dr. Ender hides more and deceives all the survivors, but he still wants to find out the secret on his own. Dr. Ender's hard-line style and methods of eliminating dissent are well known, and he is likely to do so, and everything in front of him seems to prove that he did just that.

He doesn't know what the truth is, but if there are really secrets hidden in this book and these cards, then the other survivors who have studied the cards should need these things even more - Dr. Ender is already a doomsday syndrome sufferer, and has become a monster, he is no longer able and qualified to study these things, besides, he is only a human being. Even the normal and genius Dr. Ender in the past also needed a helping hand to achieve results in research, and now he is only one person, and he is definitely not as good as a united research team.

There is strength in numbers, and only by gathering the wisdom of all can we make decisive progress in this increasingly demanding and urgent environment. He is determined not to be a husband, he must bring these precious things back to the research team, and can no longer be left to a selfish and crazy patient - Dr. Ender has become an obstacle, let him stay in this tower, if he and others can research something, maybe these results can save him.

A sudden sense of mission swept over every nerve of the husband like an electric current, and all this thinking and determination, in less than a breath, the husband immediately grabbed the book and swept all the visible cards into his pocket. He was nervous, whether that monster was Doctor Ender or not, as long as he took these things himself, he would definitely not make it happy, it was so tall and terrifying, he couldn't deal with such a big guy without weapons. Who knows what this monster will do to a "thief" or "robber"? It's unimaginable, and it makes people shudder when they think about it.

Buzuo has made up his mind to die, however, he still doesn't want to die, and if he dies here, he won't be able to bring these precious things and what he has seen and heard to other researchers. He had never been so full of a sense of mission that he had to live. This sense of mission, as strong as an electric current, seemed to sharpen all his senses.

The fufu could feel his hairs stand on end, and a strong sense of crisis was forming a clear vision in his mind, the monster had turned around, it was very dull, yes, but it probably wouldn't be so sluggish forever.

It's coming! It's coming!

It was too late for him to turn around and run away, the natural air was becoming stronger, and there was a pressure compressing the air, hindering his every move. He rolled to the ground, his huge arms grazing his body and slamming against the table. The table for human use was already torn apart before it could even make its last scream. If you don't want to be a husband, you don't want to end up like this.

There was no sound, but the air was changing all the time, and the changes were clear and delicate, and the instinct of the killer was alarming, and he kept rolling to the side as fast as he could. As he rolled, he could already see where he was, and further back was a door—it must have been the door that left the tower. I came in through that door.

What happened to the tower was something that he couldn't understand, and he didn't want to investigate, but now this door, which was independent in the vast white space, was his last hope.

He took a few more steps forward, and there was a violent vibration on the ground, and it was the monster that took a step and rushed towards him. There is no sound, but any phenomenon other than sound exists, and moreover, it is more intense. I don't feel like I'm being caught up in a stormy sea, and I can't control my body at all. The ground was shaking, the air was shaking, and the fluctuating power was lapping on him layer by layer, making him feel that if he continued like this, he would definitely be crushed.

Even so, Buzuofu still gritted his teeth and rushed to the door desperately. That's all he can do now, and he prays for luck to be on his side.

The huge soles of his feet fell from the sky, almost stepping on him, and even though he moved his body at the last moment, just being hit by the rubbing made him seem to hear the sound of bones cracking in his body. His whole body ached, and his body, which was stronger than the average person, was like a raft that had been loosened and tied to the ropes, ready to fall apart at any moment.

With that strong will and sense of mission, Buzuo supported this body that was about to reach the limit, and finally ran to the door before the next blow came. He immediately grabbed the doorknob and tried to pull it open, but no matter how much he writhed and pulled, the door didn't move, as if it was stitched into space. He turned his head in horror, only to see that the two-story octopus-headed monster was very close, it had no shadow, but its huge body made people feel that it had been obscured, and the facial features of that face expressed an inhuman anger and paranoia, or, more, chilling emotions, which had been distorted to make one wonder if it was still sane.

It doesn't seem to be going to stomp this "thief" to death like this. When Buzuofu saw it bend down and open its palms, it could completely wrap people. Buzuofu felt that it wanted to catch him, and this realization filled him with fear, and he didn't dare to imagine what would happen if he was caught. If it has become a reckless man, it is the best fate to pinch itself to death like this, but if it is a crazy researcher, it will definitely inflict terrible torture and experiments on itself.

Buzuofu kept shaking the doorknob, but the doorknob still didn't move, as if it was stuck, and there was another force that held it with himself on the other side of the door - at this time, the monster's palm was less than a meter away from him - at this time, Buzuofu suddenly figured out something, suddenly let go of his hand, and the doorknob suddenly turned in the opposite direction.

The door was loosened, and the body of the husband who was tightly pressed against the door fell out of the door. The distance between him and the monster's palm was widened in this advance and retreat. Buzuofu fell backwards with a big heel, but the whole person was thrown out of the door, the sky was spinning, the scenery changed, he didn't dare to close his eyes at all, only to see a white open space brushed, and it turned back to the narrow, more morbid scenery of the isolated island hospital outside the tower.

He didn't have time to look around, so he crawled on all fours, slammed into the door, and closed the door of the tower again. At the same time, he seemed to hear a tremor coming from behind the door, which he did not hear, and the feeling of this tremor quickly disappeared, as if with the closure of this door, the contents could not come out.

At this time, the husband was paralyzed, and sat by the door, panting. Even he was exhausted from this short escape, and he could not even give birth to the joy of a victorious escape.