Eric's right arm was bleeding profusely.

Because just now there was a scalpel that tried to plunge into his head while flying in the air.

Eric could only reach out his only nimble right arm to block it. Then, without hesitation, he struggled to pull the knife from his arm and tumbled out of the room.

Weis's voice of approval floated from the hospital room: "Worthy of Mr. Detective, even the ability to escape is better than the others." ”

Eric ignored this and just ran away. His left arm had already been broken from being slammed into the wall by the Bear Warrior. The injury to his right arm undoubtedly further weakened his combat effectiveness. Now, Eric has a hard time even lifting a Curt shot. It is not a wise decision to go to war rashly. And he's never been a brute guy, and maybe he can call Io as a helper when he comes back.

But Eric immediately changed his mind.

The door in front of me was closed. It was still on when Eric came in.

Eric tried to open it but didn't do it. It seems that the other party has a plan to prevent him from escaping. From a distance, the window at the end of the hallway does not allow a person to pass through, which also cuts off the possibility of Eric jumping out of the window.

This forced Eric to fight Vise in such a long, narrow corridor without any cover.

This is great for firearms.

Eric squeezed the Curt in his hand.

At the same time, with the sound of metal wheels, Weiss slowly walked out of the room and stopped at a distance facing Eric. She pushes out an operating trolley covered with a white cloth.

She lifted the white cloth—a delicate scalpel on display.

Eric frowned, it seemed that Weiss was planning to use the scalpel for long-range combat. In such a corridor, throwing knives and firearms have the advantage of not being easy to dodge. The scalpel that had just been pierced in his right arm was thrown by Weiss. According to Eric's own experience, Weis's scalpel was fast and accurate.

But a scalpel thrown by a human hand is no faster than a firearm.

Eric endured the pain and suddenly raised his arm and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang.

In fact, Eric didn't expect the two shots to solve anything. As he expected, Weiss had a perfect defense against bullets. Long before the gunshot rang out, and even the moment Eric raised his hand, she was crouching down and hiding behind the iron trolley.

The battle was not fair.

It was then that Eric realized that he had misunderstood something. Weiss wasn't stupid, and of course knew that bullets came faster than scalpels.

The trolley was not only a place to store scalpels, but also a great bunker.

Knotty.

Eric couldn't think of any other words to describe his current situation. He was faced with the dilemma of not being able to shoot Viss, and now he could only continue to hold the gun around the trolley, hoping to capture the moment when Viss appeared.

"So, the gun can't compare to my scalpel~"

A cold voice reached Eric's ears, and Weis's upper body swept from left to right in the space above the cart, so fast that it was far from being able to keep up with the human eye. Three scalpels shot out of her hands at the same time.

Thankfully, the nervous Eric reacted to an embarrassment tumbling to the limit. But he couldn't get away from the sharp stuff, and one of the knives stabbed Eric in his trouser leg and managed to scrape the piece of fabric that wasn't strong enough.

Eric's heart hurts, even more so than the wounds in his arms. Because he bought these pants with half a month's salary.

"Hey..."

Whoosh——!

A sharp light struck.

Eric, who was about to curse, was forced to jump off the spot by the flying scalpel.

Looking at the embarrassed Eric, Weiss grinned. She stood up and gracefully pinched eight throwing knives with the fingers of both hands at the same time, and then her hands danced together.

Whoosh –

A sky of scalpels weaved through the narrow corridors, raining down on Eric.

If you look closely, you can see that they even change direction in the air, forming a beautiful pattern with their own sharp flashes. From an artist's point of view, not to mention how pleasing it is to the eye.

However, Eric has no time to enjoy the view. He has to play a game called Extreme Dodge. Luckily, he's a high-level player in this field. However, due to the large number of scalpels, he was inevitably stabbed twice.

They rubbed Eric's thighs and shaved off Eric's heels.

That's a bit too accurate. Adjusting his posture and standing still, heavy sweat appeared on Eric's forehead.

This kind of knife technique reminded him of a person.

"Who are you Marella of the six-pointed star?!"

He asked.

Eric had previously experienced Marella's knives. And Weis's scalpel skills are almost identical. However, when fighting Marella, the location is in an open area, so it is easier to dodge.

"Marella...?" muttered Vess, then looked at the scalpel in her hand, and fell silent. "Do you know Sensei?"

As Eric expected, her throwing knife skills were indeed learned from Marella. But at the same time, he was even more puzzled.

Weiss has a six-pointed star as a teacher, why would she do this kind of thing behind her back? Just now, he almost blurted out to Viss, "Marella, she probably didn't know that her students would do this behind her back, and I feel sorry for her."

The reason why he didn't say it was because Eric suddenly realized that he had missed a possibility.

If you think about it, if Viss is the "crow" in the hospital, then who is Marella, who is Viss's teacher.

The leader of the Raven?

The organization "Raven", which takes charge of Pelos's dirty business, has the support of Pelos's six-pointed star behind it...... Thinking of this, Eric's mood felt like falling into an ice cellar.

How deep is the water in Pelos?

Eric shook his head, trying to banish the terrible thought from his mind. At the same time, he swallowed the sentence he wanted to say before.

"We are friends. At the end of the day, he only uttered a few words, and these limited words represented Eric's temptation. He wondered what Weiss would say to him. Maybe she'll let Marella go because he's a friend.

The answer Eric received was clearly more than he expected.

"Oh, are you a friend of the Teacher, then I'm going to make your death more painful. ”

As she spoke, Vess licked the scalpel in her hand with her pink tongue, and her eyes were full of fierceness.