Just because they chose the wrong starting time, Zhong Kui and the others were in a dilemma in the dark corridor, and there was not much time for them to waste, either rush in recklessly now, or evacuate immediately, but both options seemed to mean that the action failed, and making a decision between the two failed options was like hesitation in the way of suicide before committing suicide.

The dog traitor used his left arm to hold the unconscious man in front of him, leaning against the corner of the ward and pale. He is a murderer, he is a rescuer, he is a hijacker, and at the same time he is a hijacker, the coldness of reality makes him lost, this ward is like a white box with no way out, forcing him to find his true self, forcing him to choose repentance and curse.

For some species, the smell of death can be smelled, Hu Yi can smell this smell, there is always this smell in the hospital, but now it is stronger, not only because the bed in front of him used to top the door has been soaked with blood, and the body on the hospital bed has long since become a corpse. He had no interest in considering the true meaning of death, and professional habits forced him to think about the next proposition.

At first, he thought that the dog traitor would definitely become a corpse, but the last gunshot, and the silence after the gunshot, made Hu Yi overturn this idea. The Einsatzgruppen pretending to be ghosts remained in the corridor and did not withdraw, indicating that they had not yet realized their ideals, indicating that someone had caused trouble and was still alive, this person could only be the traitor, and the traitor's desire to survive would even be appreciated by the devil.

Li Youcai is a traitor, but he is a friend; is the Einsatzgruppen considered a friendly army? But they are Zhong Kui now! He is the Eighth Road, but now he is a detective team. The chaotic logic did not disturb Hu Yi's choice, he is a killer, the way of judging the enemy is ruthless and simple, only look at who the other party's gun is pointed at, no need to ask who misunderstands whom, no matter who apologizes, he can only apologize to whose grave!

The beds were removed, the doors were gently opened, and the killers were black from head to toe, lining the white walls colder and the blood brighter.

Three or four gunshots in a row echoed in the long corridor, and Zhong Kui, who was guarding the end of the corridor and was guarding the crack in the door, was shot in the back and lay down, the blood spread quickly on the ground, slowly overflowing from under the crack in the door, and was darkened by the sunlight outside the door.

Then there was a series of rapid fire at the T-shaped corner of the corridor, and the bullet casings fell on the stone brick floor with great crispness, and they kept jumping, and those Zhong Kui, who were hesitating near a certain ward, rushed into the other wards on both sides of the corridor in a panic to dodge.

Another corpse of Zhong Kui was added to the hallway, and the killer flashed back to the corner against the wall to change the magazine, no longer probing, but instead reloading the empty magazine one by one, not reloading quickly, each bullet snapping into it with a clear sound, click-click-click-evenly spaced like a pendulum second by second.

Whether it is retreating or rushing, it is necessary to kill this new factor that threatens the corridor, Zhong Kui quickly calmed down, and gestured to each other through the corridor in the ward door, asking if anyone had a grenade, and then a grenade was vigorously thrown out along the corridor, rolling rapidly, accompanied by a graceful jump that hit the hard and smooth ground, until it completely became a slide on the corridor floor.

After the detonation, the T-shaped corner was gray, and the two Zhong Kui rushed out, each sticking to both sides of the corridor, and rushed parallel to the corner of the corridor with guns.

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Because of the hesitation of whether to retreat, it led to the appearance of another black-clothed traitor, who disappeared into the hospital after killing two and injuring one, and after quickly searching several spaces within the range, he realized the ruthless passage of time, how precious every second was, and then made up his mind to retreat immediately, more than a dozen Zhong Kui divided into two teams and ran in the corridor in reverse, half of them panicked to the front door, and half hurriedly exited towards the backyard.

It was late, outside the hospital, the whistle was endlessly croaking, the detective team was hurrying on the bicycles, the gendarmerie patrol motorcycles had appeared on the street within sight, and a patrol police team who happened to be nearby were hurrying to the hospital gate and back door, even if they came out half a minute early, it was not like this.

There are not many patrols, and there is still the last chance to break out, and the leaders of Zhong Kui finally made a decisive decision, give up the breakout, occupy the hospital, and concentrate all the survivors in the hospital as hostages, and become killers before being killed.

In the sun, the stone walls were gray and tiled, and the plaster flag hanging from the hospital was still unmoved by the wind, like a drooping robe, lifeless white and red.

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Commander Maeda sat on the motorcycle and didn't get out of the car, fiddling with the saber in his hand, and next to the car stood three lifeless, a military green military police officer, a black police captain, and a detective team leader who appeared improvised in civilian clothes, their expressions numb in the sun as if they were all dead.

The knife was unsheathed a few inches, and the snow was bright, reflecting Maeda's face that seemed to be contemplative, and then into the sheath.

The prisoners became Li Youcai's hostages, and the doctors, interns, nurses, and a dozen wounded became hostages of the Einsatzgruppen, and they were all surrounded in this lifeless hospital, and the logical relationship was clear at a glance. No matter what he did, he couldn't get the best result, and Shaozo was reluctant to come, so he completely left the matter to Maeda, the commander of the gendarmerie.

Maeda continued to be silent and did not say anything, and the three subordinates around him who were waiting for orders continued to be zombies.

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Li Youcai didn't think he could survive, through the window and the fence, he could see countless guns in the distance, but this could not save him from leaving, Zhong Kui was still standing on both sides of the wall outside the door, waiting to kill or save people, he didn't dare to let go of the hostage, he would die if the gendarmes rushed into the hospital, and he couldn't live if he didn't rush into the hospital, just the difference in the length of time, the wall behind him became colder and colder.

The hostages were being concentrated, Zhong Kui was setting up sentry everywhere, all the curtains were being pulled up, one by one, one by one, and the long corridors were darkening one by one, like the light of life that had been lingering for a long time.

Became hostages, were taken to the assembly area, the doctors were desperate, the nurses were sad, there were wounded people who tried to resist, the gunshots rang out decisively, and immediately turned from hostages to corpses, Zhong Kui did not dispose of them at all, and let the new corpse be placed on the ground of the dark corridor, or on the hospital bed, flowing silently, but it was just another dark ground, making the dark footprints more numerous, more messy, and more like hell. At least they wore masks, no one could see their despair, and the pleasure of the executioners boosted their courage to face death.

The darker environment made the search more difficult, and a heavy exchange of fire broke out again in one area, and the corridor became an echo loudspeaker, and no matter where you stood, you felt that the battle was close at hand, and the gunfire and shattering seemed like the next door.

The hostages stopped and turned back in unison, looking at the gloom at the end of the hallway, praying with desperate hearts for the hero's safety. How ironic is this world in the grave, who prays for whom in the shadows, who kills for whom in the shadows, who is the real killer, who is the enemy of whom, who is the enemy?

If it weren't for the sound of rushing running, two white masks floated like ghosts, through the dark corridor, and came to the leader of Zhong Kui, the guns in their hands were still hot: "Another brother has been broken." He is more familiar with the environment than we are. You'll have to give me two more. ”

"That's enough!" the masked leader's voice was anxious, he was indeed anxious, "Block off a few corridors, we have to get down to business, there's no time to cat-and-mouse!" He pulled out a wounded devil from his side and pushed it to the two masks: "Let him die outside the door." ”

A Zhong Kui mask pushed the devil wounded and began to walk, telling him that if he dared to run, he would kill two more because of him, and I don't know if the devil wounded could understand, just pushing, saying, walking through the corner of the corridor, straight to the long corridor leading to the two spring doors is the last mile, the sunlight is outside the two doors, the bright lines of the door crack are as dazzling as the door of heaven, but the devil wounded fell soft, and could only be dragged by Zhong Kui to continue, dragging the pieces of black sticky wet across the cold ground, dragging black footprints one by one.

The door opened, and the devil wounded was so pierced by the sudden light that he couldn't open his eyes, and he collapsed at the entrance of the hospital, facing the large muzzle of the gun across the courtyard, unable to see anything, and then the gunshots behind him, the two doors staggered and staggered and closed, and continued to creak and rattle to make a rotating and frictional noise.

The world was silent again, both inside and outside the tomb, and it continued for a long time.

The second hostage was mercilessly pulled up in the shadows, thrust into the hallway, and fell.

White shoes, white trousers, white robes, white hats. The robe was only above the knee, with a white waist rope tied at the back of the waist, a round high neckline, also tied at the back of the collar, and a white hat with a white hat at the bottom like a forehead sash, a wide wrinkled top, and a red cross printed on the forehead. The nurse struggled to her feet in the hallway, and fell and scratched a large area of darkness on the ground, and when she stood up, her white robe showed a large black in the bad light, and then turned red again by the slightly brighter open door.

Pressed to the muzzle of the gun, she staggered, trembling, her hands clasped tightly in front of her white chest, and she was so frightened that she forgot to cry in the face of the last mile.

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There were no windows in one room, only the faint light of the slightly open door leaking in the hallway, revealing the outline of rows of cabinets in the room, and the figure with a gun next to the crack in the door, staring silently into the hallway.

Hu Yi found that Zhong Kui had finally become smarter, stopped searching for him, and did his job, knowing that killing people had shown the devil, this was progress, this was good, only killing could end all this, but it was a pity that he still didn't have a chance to get close to Li Youcai's position, this was a dead end.

A ghost wounded person who was dragged over just now, and now, footsteps sounded in the corridor again, it seems that this is the second one, Zhong Kui wants to add weight to the devil, should pull out a doctor or nurse to kill it is more effective? Hu Yi thought so, and continued to watch in the dark.

White appeared in the dark passage, a ghost nurse, white blood, like a floating ghost of despair, is floating towards the altar at the end of the darkness, illuminated again and again by the dim light that passes, from far to near become clear.

The observer in the darkness actually frowned because of this, he would not sympathize, nor was he good at pity, just because, he actually recognized the face of the desperate ghost, but he just watched, unmoved, as if he was also a corpse.

Is there a boundary between black and white?

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