After getting out of the toilet, Ji Xiang noticed that something was wrong.

"I" didn't rinse my mouth or wash my face, but subconsciously wiped the stains on my face with my clothes and went to work.

No one seemed to notice what happened to "themselves", they didn't even smell the smell of urine, and the shift continued.

The old director still had a commanding face, looking at the old director, thinking about the black mist that might appear on his body at any time, Ji Xiang gradually became numb.

Another dull day passed.

Everyone was like walking corpses, and Ji Xiang even felt that he had been assimilated.

Early the next morning, "by myself" came to the department.

It was still early, and the sunlight didn't shine in, so "myself" just walked in, grinning, didn't care about anything, and went straight to open the handover book.

Taking out his mobile phone, Ji Xiang seemed to see the woman in white behind him on the black screen of his mobile phone.

"Himself" did not take a picture immediately, but turned around to say hello to the woman in white.

Even!

Ji Xiang saw "himself" with a polite smile on his face.

There was no fear in his heart, no fear, only plain indifference.

"......" Ji Xiang couldn't understand the mental activities of "himself".

There is indeed a problem, but Ji Xiang is a normal person, he doesn't know what "he" wants to do, and why he smiles kindly with the woman in white.

I'm ~good~hungry~

The voice of the woman in white came to my ears again.

Ji Xiang felt a slight chill on his neck, as if the woman in white was blowing behind "herself".

"I know." "Myself," he said, turning his head and whispering.

I'm ~good~hungry~

The woman in white didn't know if she understood her answer, she was still screaming behind her.

"Got it." "Myself" said again, took a picture of the handover book, and then found the album and sent a photo from a long time ago to the group.

Ji Xiang's hair exploded.

Everything is natural, but Ji Xiang's body is cold, cold to the bone marrow.

Go back, wash, eat, preview.

Come to the department and change clothes and take over the shift.

When the shift began, the other doctors turned pale when they heard the content of the shift.

"You ......," the butcher-like doctor pointed to "himself".

"Shut up!" The old director reprimanded, "There are no rules at all, what a thing!" ”

The butcher-like doctor didn't dare to disobey the old director, his face turned white into a piece of paper, and he looked at "himself" tremblingly, his eyes filled with countless hatreds.

There is so much hatred, condensed into substance, and sharp arrows penetrate "one's" body.

But!

"Yourself" doesn't care.

As everyone began to write the answers on the blank paper, a black aura began to emerge from the old director.

Sigh...... Ji Xiang let out a long breath, his heart was extremely complicated, and even Ji Xiang himself couldn't say it clearly.

The causes and consequences are vivid, but Ji Xiang just can't tell the complex emotions in his heart.

In the black mist, the woman in white appeared behind the old director, and the red embroidered shoes were so dazzling.

At 8:15, the first doctor took a piece of paper full of words and handed it to the old director.

"What the are you writing!" The old director opened his mouth and scolded

Ji Xiang vaguely heard the woman in white laughing.

Immediately, the woman in white raised her hand and stuck a dagger directly into her neck.

Five blood holes appeared in the doctor's neck, the carotid artery was punctured, and blood gushed out.

Ji Xiang looked at this scene in a trance, just like talking about patients who vomited blood when they usually chatted - a mouthful of blood sprayed into the room, and the person was gone.

As described in this description, several streams of blood erupted, and the doctor fell limply to the ground, his hands and feet twitching, then silence.

He, dead, without any waves.

Even the doctor behind him, who was sprayed with blood, didn't notice it, the man had blood on his face, and he blankly crossed the body of his colleague who fell to the ground and came to the old director.

One person, one person, one person.

They walked up to the old director one by one and handed the messy paper to the old director.

And the woman in white standing behind the old director seemed to be very satisfied with this, and changed countless tricks to turn them into corpses.

Ji Xiang looked numb, he didn't even have Zhao Zhe's face in his mind, but a blank one.

The butcher-like doctor trembled all over and came to the old director with a blank piece of paper in his hand.

"You didn't write a word?" The old director scolded sharply.

"Master, I'm ...... I ......"

"Something that doesn't make a living, you still have the face to call me Master! Fuck off, I'm not your master, you can teach whichever teacher you want. ”

The old director's face was full of hideousness, and the words in his mouth became more vicious than one sentence.

It seems that the old director attaches great importance to the butcher-like doctor, and scolds him for a long time, and the scolding is also very vicious.

The butcher-like doctor lowered his head, and sweat could already be seen in his sideburns.

"Myself" stood aside and watched coldly.

The old director scolded for five minutes, and finally closed his mouth with a cold face and frost.

The moment he shut up, the woman's hand in white fell on her chest.

The butcher-like doctor's clothes were torn off his chest, and then Ji Xiang saw a trace of blood on his skin, which was getting bigger and bigger, and it was becoming more and more obvious.

A drop of dark red blood appeared, and his chest was cut open, and his heart was "squeezed" out of the middle of his ribs under a large invisible hand.

The heart is deformed, and then recovered, and it "floats" in front of him.

The butcher-like doctor's face was full of horror, and he seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

He seemed to want to escape, but he didn't have the strength.

The anger he used to have when he faced "himself" has long since disappeared, and now he is like a ...... to be slaughtered No, like a lamb that has been skinned and has only one breath left.

Bang~

A mist of blood dispersed.

The old director's face was expressionless in the blood mist, his face was covered with fine beads of blood, he didn't seem to notice it, and he was indifferent to the bone.

His face made Ji Xiang feel extremely hideous.

The butcher-like doctor collapsed, in a mist of blood spurting from his own pinched heart.

"Myself" walked up slowly, facing the blood mist and handed the paper to the old director.

There were words on the white paper, and the blood of the blood mist kept falling on the paper, and soon the paper turned bright red.

But as if he hadn't seen blood, the old director glanced at the paper, and then nodded.

However, he is full of disdain for "himself", even if the answer given by "himself" is correct.

With a look of disdain, the old director turned around and strode out.

"Myself" smiled slightly, picked up the paper cutter next to him and swung it at the old director's neck.

The old director also fell, his eyes full of panic, disbelief, and bewilderment.

"Myself" stood in a pool of blood, staring at the white eyes of the woman in white.

(End of chapter)