However, there are too few clues, although Weng Hua's IQ is higher than that of ordinary people, it is impossible to guess everything. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The most important thing now is to escape from this hospital according to the task above the main temple, as for the game that Liu Yu said, Weng Hua simply scoffed.

It's definitely not a game, and he can't be in a game now, as a professor with a Ph.D., this kind of judgment is still there.

As for the status of a secondary school teacher, it is only temporary.

After a few more rounds around the house, but nothing could be said except for some medical equipment, Weng Hua looked at the task prompt of the main shrine, nearly an hour had passed, and there were still nine hours left.

Although he didn't see any punishment for this mission, Weng Hua believed that this main god would never forget this, and he would not be bored to make such a punishmentless task, if he hadn't escaped within nine hours, then the result he would face would definitely not be so good.

But the durability of his vest is now 61 percent left, and the power of the thing outside the door can knock off more than 30 percent of the durability of the vest with one blow, and it is at most a matter of three claws for him to go out now.

Weng Hua doesn't want to die yet, he is only in his thirties this year, although he has not chosen to be a good person in the past thirty years, but this is not the reason why he is going to die here today, there is no retribution, Weng Hua never believed in retribution, if there was retribution, then he should have died a long time ago, thinking of this, he suddenly felt a force that made him stand up on the ground from the ground.

The cold eyes behind the golden wire glasses began to look around at the room that he had rummaged through several times, Weng Hua believed that the main god would never let them have a mortal situation, I don't know why, that's how he felt.

After taking a closer look at everything again, Weng Hua pondered for a moment, then walked over to the side of the hospital bed and took the plastic mannequin in his hand.

This mannequin is a thing that every ward has, because it is simulated, so the height and body shape are no different from the average adult man, and there are some acupoints and internal organs on the model's body, which are used by patients to observe for themselves.

Looking at the model, Weng Hua ripped off the white sheet of the hospital bed again, and then took off the quilt cover, put the model on the ground, Weng Hua tore the quilt sheet into strips, and then began to wrap the model layer by layer with the quilt sheet.

It wasn't until the last strip of cloth ran out that Weng Hua finally wound the whole model into a mummified state.

Looking at this self-made mummy, Weng Hua's face kept changing, and it wasn't until nearly ten minutes had passed that he gritted his teeth and seemed to have made up his mind.

After making up his mind, Weng Hua no longer hesitated, picked up a small mirror in the ward and slammed it on the ground, then slowly picked up a fragment of the mirror, stretched out his left hand, and slashed it with the fragment.

"Brush!"

A large amount of blood ran down his wrist, and then gradually seeped into the model mummy beneath his wrist.

Weng Hua carefully dripped every drop of blood evenly on every part of the model, making sure that there was no leakage.

Time passed little by little, Weng Hua's face had become extremely pale, a large amount of sweat slid down his forehead, and a feeling of dizziness began to appear, he knew that this was a symptom of excessive blood loss, but he couldn't stop yet, because there was still a piece of the model that had not been infected by blood.

But because the cut on his left hand was not very deep, the amount of bleeding had become less at this time, so Weng Hua simply put the mirror fragment in his mouth, and then cut it again at the wrist of his right hand.

Seeing the blood coming out, he hurriedly put his hand on the model's body, and dyed the last piece of the body a dark red.

At this time, Weng Hua had already felt a burst of blackness in front of him, as if he would completely faint in the next second, but he knew that this was just a natural reaction of his body, as long as he could rest for a few months, he would get completely better, and there would be no sequelae.

Somewhat tremblingly, he opened the first-aid kit equipped in the ward, and then treated the wound briefly with medicine and gauze, Weng Hua looked at the time on the task again, and then picked up the mannequin that had been dyed dark red and came to the door of the ward.

After calming down, Weng Hua slammed the door of the ward open.

The moment the door opened. A paw covered with green hair suddenly reached in and quickly grabbed at Weng Hua.

"Here you go!"

When Weng Hua saw the claws, he threw the model in his hand down the door.

"Click!"

The model was grabbed by the claws and pinched in the claws, and the plastic inside instantly shattered due to the force of the claws, but fortunately, there were strips of cloth wrapped around the outside, and the appearance did not change much.

After grabbing the model with his paws, he was stunned and didn't move, Weng Hua didn't dare to breathe when he saw this situation, so he could only wait together, hoping that his method would work.

After about a minute, the claws finally moved again, no longer forward, but slowly grasping the model and starting to retreat, finally disappearing into the darkness of the hallway.

"Whew!"

A large amount of blood loss and nervousness made Weng Hua collapse to the ground after closing the door, and at the same time, the world was spinning in front of him, and he was about to faint unbearable.

But now it is absolutely impossible to faint, and after getting up and injecting himself with some drugs equivalent to adrenaline, Weng Hua finally recovered.

After sitting on the floor for a while, and then listening to the movement outside the door, Weng Hua stood up forcefully, and then began to collect some useful things in the ward, including gauze and medicine, as well as some small scissors and the like.

Now that the monster outside is gone, he's going to leave the ward next, and it's never possible to complete the mission here.

Although he didn't know why there were no windows in the wards of this hospital, and there were walls on all sides, and they were extremely thick walls, Weng Hua didn't think it was strange, because it was impossible for the main god to give them a task that could be completed by jumping out of the window or smashing the wall twice.

Because the injected drugs contained substances equivalent to stimulants, he had long since felt no pain in his wrists, and he had everything ready at great speed.

Slowly coming to the door, Weng Hua reached out and grabbed the doorknob, took a deep breath, and then slammed the door open.

Sure enough, there was nothing outside but pitch black, and the monster was gone.

After secretly breathing a sigh of relief. Weng Hua raised his feet and walked out.