[[[CP|W:28|H:30|A:L|U:http://file2./chapters/20113/13/46749634356180442322332193875.jpg]]] Through the glass window, Martin observes the children inside.

He tentatively pressed his fingertips to the glass, then the whole finger, the palm, the wrist and the arm, then the forehead, the nose and the eyeballs, Martin clearly felt that his eyelashes had been bent by the glass, but his eyeballs did not shrink, tremble or spasm at all - you know, under normal circumstances, the glass always sends a chill, and this chill always makes the fragile parts of the human body, especially those places full of abundant blood vessels and nerves, rush to warn human beings— This means that the temperature and humidity are maintained at a very comfortable level throughout.

A warm and safe nest, huh?

Like Catherine, Martin looked at the room very carefully, every detail, but unlike the former, he was more valuing the value of the items, unlike the woman who came into an orphanage and grew up in the slums, and when he was very young, his family was still the so-called "upper middle class", they lived in a neighborhood on the edge of Cleveland, with their own garden and garage, and many empty houses for those who came to visit from time to time. Having a live-in maid and gardener, his mother, who was also fond of all sorts of "made-to-order" (a word that almost means luxury), had gone to great lengths to teach her children how to identify things, colours, textures, packaging, finesse and crudeness, and guess their prices with relish. So, while Martin didn't quite understand anything else, he at least knew that the soft sheen of the curtains and the fluffy cloud-like bedding were the kind of things that cost a lot of money.

The child was sleeping deeply, his arms were sticking out from under the fluffy blanket, his fingers curled up, motionless, but suddenly, he let out a small cough (this Martin could be seen from his expression and the vibration under the blanket), and the monitoring room moved, and the doctor, who had been there looking at the medical case or other documents, turned to the monitor screen, and the other doctor and nurse came out as light and swift as cats, and they walked up to the child's bed and carefully checked his condition, In the meantime, the child coughed again, but not violently, the nurse at the doctor's behest got a glass of water with a straw, she picked up the child, and without forcibly waking him up, she cautiously let him suck a few sips of water on his own, I don't know if he had been medicated, these mouthfuls of water worked very well, the child did not even open his eyes, he got rid of the distress disturbed by the cough, and returned to a pleasant sleep.

He didn't deserve to be treated so well, a child of a criminal, or a petty criminal, Martin thought with hatred, should he be like those damned bastards, who should be thrown into a juvenile reformatory if not sent to prison, or a cheap and dilapidated public hospital that Martin had visited after his father's unfortunate bankruptcy, full of disinfectant potions, dazzling white lights, plastic chairs, metal beds, crowded wards and waiting rooms, official doctors and nurses who didn't want to put in a little extra effort, Forceful injections and gavage-like administration...... That's what that little bastard deserves.

If it weren't for the last two commands, the nearly 10,000-volt lightning that Martin had to drive at the cost of damaging his body would have been able to pass through that rope and extend to the inside of the helicopter, just as he had been "taught" during his short journey to Ariau, the electricity flowing around would destroy the equipment and structure inside the helicopter, and might even directly cause the fuel tank to explode - in that case, even those with abilities far beyond ordinary people in body and ability would be seriously injured if they did not die on the spot- He can avenge the death of his brother Jack at the hands of this mongrel, and he can also get a reward of tens of millions of dollars and a good reputation, or he can write a book "How I Caught the Ghoul".

But now it's all over, he's lost his brother forever, scarred both internally and externally, and only gets free medical care from the institution (God knows what compensation it can be!). and a measly 100,000 yuan in rewards (a large part of which is of a "pension" nature).

This little imp can get such extravagant and perfect healing and meticulous care! On more than one occasion, Martin regretted that he had not examined the monkey's carcass, which had been charred by the intense electric current, because of the pain and disappointment he had felt at the end of the incident, and he thought the child would be burned to ashes with the monkey...... He had a chance to strangle to death this little crook who ruined his plans and future, and deserved to go to hell countless times!

But it was all right, Martin pulled himself away from the glass, and thought to himself gloomily, as long as the little animal was still wailing, he was not afraid that the great beast would not come for him.

***

On the edge of the moor, near the interstate intersection, there are several motels, their facilities are very basic, the food provided is basically beer, cigarettes, hamburgers and hot dogs, even sandwiches are too bothersome to prepare, the thing is too delicate for the drivers, the room has a shower, a bed, a TV for adult programs and a dozen condoms, although the sheets and duvet covers are changed every day, the mattress and duvet tires have been thunderous for years, there are free shower gels and shampoo, but they smell like pet supplies, There are no hair dryers, rechargeable batteries, and no wired internet or international calls.

So it's hard for anyone to think of Anthony. Mr. Hopkins will be here.

He'd been here for three days, and unlike the last time, he was quick and easy to find Sasha.

Although Anthony. Mr. Hopkins has infiltrated hospitals more than once: you see, he knows the typical layout of hospitals, with the written and unwritten rules and unspoken rules of hospitals, and he can imitate any pharmacist, anesthesiologist, intern, nurse, or attending physician on his rounds, and get what he needs through them—controlled drugs and anesthetics, surgical knives, instruments (such as craniotomy saws), and other things that are not easily purchased from stores or the Internet. But this medical institution is different, it is closed, isolated, inaccessible, it does not belong to ordinary people, it can even be said to be basically a "hunter's" colony, with few and narrow passages, and in addition to natural barriers and man-made tight access controls, they are familiar with each other, everyone is wary, and an unfamiliar face will immediately attract everyone's attention and rough behavior (Dr. Hopkins does not appreciate this kind of hysteria like an Africanized bee).

He sat at the window, pondered for a moment in the abundant sunlight, installed his binoculars and eavesdropping equipment, his shirt hanging from the shower curtain pole (he did not trust the hotel laundryman) and underwear, the toothbrush and mouthwash jar he had brought, and the towel he had brought with him, and he meticulously and thoughtfully cleaned the whole room, and it was almost impossible to leave no fingerprints or hair, but he knew that soon someone would come and rent the room and make a mess of everything here.

Dr. Hopkins went downstairs to settle the bill, of course, the name of the ID card had changed, and so was his face, this time he did not make any medical changes, just stuffed a little cotton between the mandibles and cheeks to round his cheeks, and used some silicone that film makeup artists often used to make his nose appear less narrow and pointed, he plucked his eyebrows, and used a traceless powder to increase the distance between his eyes and his eyebrows, and finally dyed his hair brown and permed it himself with a chemical solution to resemble a natural curl. Changing into a normal shirt and suit, putting everything in a big case with wheels, and carrying a backpack diagonally - now he looks very young and very ordinary, as is almost every car parts salesman who stops for a break in a motel.

He drove the car out of the hotel, and by nightfall, Dr. Hopkins had already arrived in another city, he changed his clothes, walked into a communication equipment store, bought a very small, simple phone for children, and then went to another vending machine to buy a mobile phone card.

The doctor wrote down the number. He wrapped a fully charged phone and SIM card in a cookie box, and then entrusted them with a medium-sized courier company along with those sweet preservatives.

***

The "anesthesiologist" has been in a state of "freezing" since Ariawu returned, which is the way the institution has always dealt with it, after all, among the six people who went with him, only he and Martin survived, but because of the relationship between Martin's brother Jack who was killed by the target, he was reactivated not long after, and the "anesthesiologist" who had no way to prove his innocence had to wait for a while.

Moreover, he knew very well that he was not so innocent - he was the first to be found by the "ghoul", all the possibilities, changes, tricks and conspiracies he had conceived did not happen or worked, the means of anesthesia he was proud of were vulnerable to the guy who was supposed to be a doctor, he was easily brought down by his prey, he had his stomach slit, his intestines pulled out, and then thrown in his face, and he was so frightened that he thought he was going to become the most delicious staple of that guy's dinner.

The one who wants to "talk", he knows everything, he says everything; The one who wanted to meet the others, he didn't hesitate to call out through wireless communication to Bud, who had the best relationship with him and was also the easiest to take the bait, Bud who played with an axe. He lay honestly on the side, without saying a word, watching, listening to the stocky Bard stepping into the trap, incapacitated and being cut out of the backbone by the cruel guy, that sharp, like the head chef of a Japanese restaurant cutting open a moray eel, and with a bang, a bloody bone was lifted.

He still remembered very well how the bone was churning in the firelight, like a living snake. The end of it hit him in the face, and it hurt.

The captain's appearance was really unexpected by everyone, he didn't know if the captain knew something, but this man with a keen sixth sense was obviously suspicious, he didn't chase the "ghoul" who had already disappeared into the forest the moment he appeared, but went to Bard first, God knows why he still had a breath, and then came over and interrogated himself - this goddamn bastard, didn't he see that his intestines were still exposed?! - As a last resort, he killed the captain with the little thing he hid under his tongue, and he dared to swear to his mother's grave that he had intended to use it against the "ghoul", but who let that vigilant guy never get so close to him?

He held his intestines and slashed open the captain's face, dug up the gadget that would expose him, and then made it extremely difficult to make him look like a victim of a psychopathic killer.

He swore that at the end of the whole process, he heard a very soft laugh, quite a special laugh. If he listened to it again, he would have recognized it immediately.

The doorbell rang, and the "anesthesiologist" dragged his two legs to open the door, during which he did not contact other companions in order to avoid suspicion and eliminate the agency's suspicion of himself as soon as possible, and rarely went out, almost everything was purchased from the Internet.

Poppy seed soybean flour cookies are his favorite kind, but unfortunately they are too expensive, and he can only buy a box every few days, and he can't eat them every day.

It was supposed that the last order arrived, and the "anesthesiologist" sent the courier, closed the door, and couldn't wait to open the cookie box.

He saw the package. An ominous premonition enveloped him, and he spun around the cookie box a few times, then rushed into the bathroom, sat down on the toilet and opened the package.

He stared at the phone, as if it was going to jump up and bite his throat at any moment.

The bell rang, he jumped, the cookie box was knocked over, and the cookies were thrown everywhere. The phone fell between his legs and into the toilet, and he pounced on it, scrambling to pick it up and put it to his ear, ignoring the fact that it had soaked the last (or many times) urine he had forgotten to rinse.

He pressed the answer button.

He heard the laughter, very soft, very special, and he recognized it immediately.

Note: The picture is the poppy seed soybean flour cookie.