Chu Hanxing remained awake all the time, and that gaze only disappeared at dawn.

The sound of chains dragging sounded in the hallway, and the crisp sound sounded inexplicably cheerful.

Today is Friday.

After about ten minutes, the voices were gone, there was a creak, the iron door was locked, and the seventeenth floor was quiet.

Chu Hanxing opened the door, and the seven of them were taken away by the head nurse to play with the children.

But no one called her, as if she had been forgotten.

Not necessarily.

Isn't that locked iron door like sealing the exit of the prey in the cage?

Chu Hanxing came to yesterday's empty room, the four walls were not scraped white, and they were still the primary color of cement.

She put her hand on the wall, groped carefully at a position about one meter seven high, pressed it to a soft place, and a silver needle appeared on her fingertips, Chu Hanxing slowly pierced into it, click, and a thumb-sized window appeared.

A hole had been cut into the wall to make her lounge visible.

Chu Hanxing took a step back, measured the wall with his gaze, determined the position, drew a square on the wall with a dagger, and gently pried it to top a slender brick.

She put the dagger back into its scabbard, took out the brick, reached in, felt a small bulge on the left side, and pressed it without hesitation.

It's the sound of the slate moving, in the middle of this room.

Chu Hanxing wiped his hands and lowered his eyes, under the stone slab was a long circular staircase, and the entrance was very wide, allowing the two of them to enter and exit at the same time.

Chu Hanxing turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone, walked for about two minutes, and saw the light of the exit, she put away her mobile phone and led to the emergency exit, with 7F written on the door.

Seventh floor.

Chu Hanxing relied on his memory and followed the sound of struggle he heard last night to come to an operating room.

Everyone was in the hall now, so Chu Hanxing entered the operating room unimpeded.

Clean, dazzling white, even the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant water, and the operating table was slightly raised, the silhouette of a person, covered with a white cloth.

Lifting the white cloth, Chu Hanxing was able to confirm his guess.

She quickly approached the operating table and reached out to lift it, but a delicate and clear male voice came from behind her.

"Doctor, why don't you stay in the break room?" Seven slowly approached from behind and whispered, "I've been looking for you for a long time." ”

He smiled and reached out to touch Chu Hanxing's hair, Chu Hanxing's eyes rolled, and he stabbed the peachwood sword into his navel with his backhand, while tearing open the white cloth with one hand.

"Sss

No. 7 was forced by Chu Hanxing to hit the wall, and the white cloth fell to the ground.

"It hurts, doctor." Seven said aggrievedly.

Chu Hanxing's eyes were indifferent, and with a twist of his wrist, he directly pierced the wall with the No. 7 peachwood sword.

Seven was pinned to the wall, and only the hilt of the mahogany sword could be seen from his navel.

"Doctor." Seven lowered his eyes, and a smile slowly curled up on his lips, "What did I do wrong?" ”

Chu Hanxing ignored him and observed the one on the operating table... Bones.

It's not a corpse, it's a white bone.

Based on the color of the bones, it can be inferred that the time of death was last night.

The bones are clean, like the skeleton of a medical school model.

The white bones that had just died not long ago could be so clean, and there was no doubt that someone had shaved the flesh and blood off with a knife.

Why shaved and where did the shaved meat go?

Chu Hanxing remembered that No. 5 was picking and choosing the food in the cafeteria, his weight rising and falling, and the hunger hidden in the depths of his eyes, as well as the eyes on the oil painting last night.

can be determined.

Seven men, seven sins.

They are, arrogance, greed, jealousy, laziness, gluttony, violence, and lust.

Number five is, gluttony.

Then on the seventh, Chu Hanxing's gaze fell on his hands covered with tiny scratches.

It's lust.

But his lust is not lust as it is very well understood.

Number Four was right, he did have a crush on her.

Her skin.

The smell of rot on Seven's body was coming from his skin, so no amount of perfume could cover it.

Because of his perfect skin, the shelf life is very short.

Man being pushed into the operating room, nuns and doctors moaning. Moaning is a good way to disguise the faint cry for help caused by excessive blood loss.

At this time, they will enter the stairs, come to the operating room, pull out their chairs, and start with Seven, carefully skinning the human skin, and Five will have a full meal.

Seven is a picky man who strives for perfection, so the skin he covers his body is made up of the most perfect part of each human skin.

He cut off the satisfying parts like clothes, and then sewed together the flawless human skins.

But No. 7 will only shoot when he likes it, so No. 5 can only be hungry and full.

"Found out......

Seven murmured softly, like a lover's whisper.

"It's a pity," Seven looked up, leaning against the wall, tilting his head, his blood-red eyes innocent, "Your peachwood sword is useless to me." ”

He held the hilt of the sword in his hand, pulled it out suddenly, and threw it on the ground, and the mahogany sword broke in response.

Chu Hanxing raised his eyebrows, "Not bad, it's not too weak." ”

Seven blinked, chuckled, and said softly, "I seem to really like you a little." ”

A silver-shiny scalpel appeared in Seven's hand, and he wiped it slowly and methodically with an alcohol swab.

When they finished wiping each other, the two of them heard a child's cry at the same time, coming in from the secret passage when Chu Hanxing came.

Seven's face changed, the alcohol cotton was crumpled in his hands, and his eyes seemed to be really filled with blood, like a fountain of blood.

He disappeared in an instant, Chu Hanxing's figure flashed, and he returned to the empty room on the seventeenth floor.

But No. 7 was not here, Chu Hanxing looked up at the ceiling, conjured a spirit sword in his hand, came to the iron door on the eighteenth floor, slashed with his sword, and directly broke through the heavy iron door.

Without hesitation, he went straight to 18-21, and at this moment, the dean opened the door from the inside.

He straightened his tie as he looked back somewhere.

The look on the dean's face was very intriguing, and the muscles near his lips rose in a small arc, twitched twice, and quickly flattened, causing the fine lines at the end of his eyes to bend upward.

Pleasure, contempt, contentment.

He patted the folds of his shirt, as usual, like a busy hospital director, and hurried back to his office to work on papers.

Chu Hanxing came to the hall, full of children's laughter, and the elderly nun who had led the way earlier was patting a little boy on the back with red eyes from crying, her eyes were kind, and she coaxed him with candy.

A few little girls surrounded him and amused him, and after a while, the little boy burst into tears and laughed and shared the candy with the little girls.

Chu Hanxing retracted his gaze and returned to the seventeenth floor.

It was quiet inside, but Chu Hanxing knew that they were all in their rooms.

Chu Hanxing casually pushed open a door, it was number one, he curled up on the bed with a painful expression, and the number of the leg cuffs faintly had blue runes circulating.

Chu Hanxing's eyes lit up, and he instantly conjured up a spirit sword, and retreated rapidly, and in an instant, the entire building began to shake, and the shackles of the seven people were broken.