Chapter 13 She Was Not Possessed

"Don't scream!" An Ran raised her head weakly, turned her hand to close the door, glanced at the fussing girl in bed 18, then turned her head and said to Hu Zhen in bed 17: "Where is your cell phone? Give it to me quickly and call the police!"

"I've called the police!" The delicate girl in bed 18 frowned and began to press her phone anxiously. While she was on the phone, she looked at An Ran lying on the ground. "I called the police and reported that my husband was missing, but the phone line was always busy! These policemen in China are just eating for nothing, hum!!!"

Her husband had only been missing for two hours, and this spoiled girl called the police and asked the police to find her husband?! An Ran got up from the ground speechlessly, and struggled to find a new sanitary napkin from the maternity bag she had placed on the bedside. Hu Zhen in bed 17 was at least smarter than the spoiled girl in bed 18. Although he was lying on the bed and couldn't move, he looked at An Ran anxiously and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why did you call the police? My phone is in the drawer."

An Ran shook her head. She no longer needed a cell phone. Since Bed 18 had already called the police and was still dialing the alarm number, it would be useless for her to ask for Hu Zhen's cell phone to make a call.

"I saw it outside." An Ran took a deep breath, recalled the disgusting scene she had just seen, suppressed the fear in her heart, and said to Hu Zhen in a calm tone, "Someone is eating people!"

"Ah?" Hu Zhen raised his head slightly with a confused look on his face, but because the wound was pulled, he weakly put his head back on the pillow.

The delicate girl in bed 18 couldn't help but burst out laughing. She was still repeatedly calling the police and her husband's phone number. She glanced at An Ran with some disdain, as if she felt that such a commoner like An Ran would have such crazy words, which was appropriate for An Ran's identity.

An Ran did not force Bed 17 and Bed 18 to believe what she said. She just glanced at the delicate girl in Bed 18 and went into the bathroom trembling. She changed the pant-type sanitary napkin that was used to collect lochia and had become seriously full.

Instead of washing her hands with the black water, An Ran found a piece of toilet paper and wiped the blood off her hands. Then she leaned on the bathing table, looked at herself in the mirror like a ghost, lifted her bangs, and looked very, very carefully. Fortunately, she was not possessed.

The song "Little Fox Fairy" that had been singing in the corridor far away finally came to an end when the phone ran out of battery. The phone screen went dark, and the monsters surrounding it that had successfully "evolved" lost their target and began to slowly disperse. Some walked to the end of the corridor, and some came to An Ran's ward.

And in the far, far away northwest, in a brightly lit auditorium, there were several tables and a red banner hung on the wall, which read [Farewell to Comrade Zhan Lian on his honorable retirement]. Below the banner was a room full of zombies in camouflage uniforms, wandering aimlessly. On the ground lay several almost eaten skeletons. The rice and dishes on the table had not been touched, but were covered in red blood and yellow phlegm.

Zhan Lian was covered in blood. His lowered hands were clenched into fists with bright red blood dripping from them. Drop by drop, they fell onto the ground, forming a small puddle. He sat on a bench in the kitchen with one foot resting on his other knee. His other free hand was holding a cell phone, dialing An Ran's number over and over again until An Ran's phone was turned off.

(End of this chapter)