It was very late at night. The young nurse was taking a nap on the nurse's table. There were only two or three small lights on in the corridor. The darkness was like a mixture of sand particles and white, pasted on the wall. The whole corridor looked like an oil painting.
Suddenly, the young nurse opened one eye, her nose twitched slightly, and then she closed her eyes again, but quietly reached into the drawer.
Da, da, da.
At this time, a man came up, wearing a black coat with only one foot underneath. He picked up something like a scanner, scanned the surroundings, and then squatted down in the corner with confidence.
Suddenly in the quiet environment, a voice was heard saying, "I am a small stone, lying quietly...", and then a head swayed and floated at the stairs.
A shadow loomed over a woman's head. Her neck was neatly incised, but not bloody. She turned her head to the man squatting in the corner, grinning sweetly in his ear, "Little brother, what are you doing? Do you want me to play games with you?"
The man raised his head and looked at the head with bright red lips in front of him, "Come on, your brother is a great cook, especially chicken head, want to eat?"
At this moment, a headless little girl in a hospital gown came down the stairs and took her head back. She twisted her head around her neck twice, and with a click, it snapped back on. Her previously lifeless eyes began to move with a lingering urge to move. "Hey, three more minutes, little brother. Is it just the two of us?"
The man stood up, lit a cigarette, and held it between his fingers. The red tinge stood out against the darkness. He walked slowly toward the nurses' station, holding a razor blade between his index and middle fingers, and swung it at the still dozing nurse.
Suddenly his expression changed slightly, and his eyebrows raised, "He's not dead."
Half of the young nurse's neck was still connected to her body, blood was flowing out like water, and blood foam kept coming out of her mouth.
At this moment, she suddenly shook, and her whole body swelled up like a balloon. Her skin became thinner and thinner, and there was a round living creature swimming underneath, forming round bulges.
When my skin became as thin as paper, black sesame-sized bugs swarmed out one after another, instantly covering my entire body. My whole body was covered with seeds like a dragon fruit.
The little girl came out from behind, pouted, and looked unhappy. "This is not enough, it's so troublesome."
11:59—
"Ahem." An elderly man with a cane slowly walked out from behind the nurse's desk. "Sorry for the long wait, both of you."
The little girl rolled her eyes and said, "Old Man Mu, I know you're in good health. I'm afraid you started this afternoon!"
Old Man Mu played with the pipe hanging on his waist with one hand and smiled in a particularly obscene way, "You are a succubus who relies on men for survival. Staying in the shell of this child, you must have had a very uncomfortable time these days!"
"It's the same. There are a lot of dirty people in this world, but I'm living a pretty good life." The little girl licked her lips with her tongue, a charming look on her face that was obviously not for her age.
It seems that the little girl and the old man know each other, and it is not just superficial.
It was 12 o'clock, and the hour and minute hands of the round clock hanging inside the nurse's station pointed to the number 12 together.
The formation Ning Que had drawn on the ground glowed faintly before quickly dimming. A rat had been torn to pieces like pieces of mutton on a skewer, its blood forming strange patterns on the ground.
The little girl shrugged her shoulders, holding a mouse tail in one hand, "I'll just give it a try!" Then she blew a breath on the mouse tail, and a mouse slowly grew out from the root.
The old man glanced at her sideways and said, "Your habits haven't changed. Let's see if your sister will still let you touch her when you get back."
She smiled and said, "Don't worry, this shell isn't mine anyway. Old man, aren't you the best at dealing with this kind of thing?"
"Then I'll show off my skills, but in the end, we'll see how the credit is distributed." The old man tapped the ground with his cane from time to time, making a strange buzzing sound.
I saw the old man squatting on the ground. After his index finger, like a dead branch, slid across the ground, he put it in his mouth and made a sucking sound.
The old man took slow, swaying steps, and with a light leap, he jumped to another corner, and from time to time he scattered some things. These strange things fell to the ground, making a puffing sound like boiling water.
"Okay, come in!" The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief.
The man took a few steps, picked up the little nurse's body and threw it in.
The dead body was incredibly heavy, slamming to the ground, squeezing the blood and sending up a small splash. The young nurse's face scraped against the ground, flesh tumbling out, her limbs twisted in a distorted position, blocking the center.
At this time, a milky white spirit floated up from the little nurse. She closed her eyes and slowly walked towards the nurse's station.
The man lit another cigarette, but instead of smoking, he held it between his fingers, letting it burn. "A low-level spirit, not very interesting. Let's go!" The little girl pouted and walked over with confidence.
There was only this milky white door on the 13th floor. The little girl put her foot against the door first, exerting a little force with her toes. Only the sound of metal and wood breaking was heard, and then the whole door collapsed, revealing the inside.
"Oh, nothing." The little girl's tone revealed a hint of regret, followed by anger at being deceived, "What son of a bitch? There's nothing here!"
The man and the old man didn't lose their tempers there, but instead began to search the neatly organized room. Then, with a ding-dong sound, the bookshelf began to move slowly, revealing a dark and slightly cool space, like a huge, greedy mouth waiting for delicious food to enter.
The silver elevator was quickly lifted up by the rope. With a ding-dong sound, the door opened, revealing a deformed person inside.
The old man took off his pipe, took out a pinch of powder from the small box next to him and stuffed it into the pipe, then slowly pulled out a match.
The little girl had already rushed into the crowd, her fingers crushing the juicy heads one by one like twisting flowers. The headless bodies bounced around according to their own inertia, and blood splattered in perfect half-moons.
The old man and the man also joined in this one-sided massacre. For a moment, the figures were scattered everywhere, the blood splashed high and sprayed everywhere, mixed with all kinds of collapsed monsters, making people wonder if they had come to hell.
The elevator was moving slower and slower. The little girl was getting impatient. Seeing the elevator slow down, she couldn't help but relax her frown a little, "Why are there so many people?"
Indeed, the ground was covered with corpses, with no place to step, and every step was on soft flesh.
Ning Que saw that it was one o'clock, and urged the three little ghosts who were watching a horror movie beside him to go back to bed. It was funny to say that ghosts were also afraid of watching horror movies. When they encountered exciting scenes, they would cover their eyes.
"Okay, okay." Ning Que turned off the video with a serious look on his face. Luo Sheng pinched the corner of Ning Que's clothes, blinking his eyes, "Sister, we want to watch more."
"No, go back to sleep quickly, otherwise you won't grow taller." Ning Que picked up the three little ghosts and stuffed them back into the mirror room, then patted Feng Hao, who was still sleeping soundly next to him, to wake him up.
"Sister Ning, are we leaving now?"
"I'll go check and see if there's any fighting going on and if anyone's been killed." Ning Que looked at the quiet corridor, as if everyone was fast asleep. "Wait a minute, wait for someone first."
Feng Hao looked at the long line of police cars with flashing lights lined up at the hospital gate, feeling a little dazed. He pulled Ning Que, who was still complaining to the police, back and asked, "Sister, what's going on now?"
Ning Que raised his voice and said in a resounding voice: "If you have any trouble, find the police!" The whistling of the police car really made people feel that this was the case.
"There's a group of criminals upstairs, armed with guns." Ning Que pointed to the 13th floor, exaggerating his movements as much as he could, then pulled out a dozen red bills and stuffed them into the lead officer's pocket. "I'm so sorry to bother you all so late at night. This small amount of money is for you all to have some midnight snacks and water."
While the police officer and Ning Que were delaying, they saw reporters coming one after another with camera equipment. Some were wearing slippers, some were wearing pajamas, and some rushed over without even combing their hair.
Questions like "I heard that thugs came to rob Liren Hospital. How far has it progressed now?" and "What do you think about this incident?" followed one after another, requiring a certain number of people to be assigned to maintain order.
Part of the police force was assigned to evacuate the crowd in the building, while the other part went to the 13th floor with Ning Que. Feng Hao held up his mobile phone and live-streamed the event nearby.
"People inside, raise your hands! Surrender and you won't die." The police in the front row raised their bulletproof shields, while those in the back row half-crouched with their guns raised.
"Oh?" Suddenly a little girl came out barefoot, with one arm hanging limply and blood all over her body.
The crackling sounds of fighting inside stopped.
A tall woman with heavy makeup slowly walked out holding a knife, her tone full of disdain, "Oh, there are policemen!"
It felt like a cat seeing a mouse and teasing it, or rather, it wasn't really a mouse, just a small flying insect.
The door was wide open, allowing Feng Hao to clearly see the bodies overflowing from inside. The livestream room was filled with "WOC!" and "So arrogant!"
More and more people entered this live broadcast room, government departments also took notice of it, and everything began to move around this point.
Everything seemed to be paused, and the police and managers looked at each other in confusion.
"Everyone inside, come out and raise your hands!" The leading police officer held the gun tightly in his hand, and Ning Que could clearly hear the trembling in his voice.
A man, carrying a gun that didn't fit his size, replied defiantly, "I have one too. Why are you idiots here? Why don't we have a duel?"
Then he raised his gun and trembled slightly at one of the policemen holding a shield. A hole appeared in the chest of the policeman, who was still dazed and fell down with only a pair of eyes exposed.
Only a few minutes passed by, but it felt like a century had passed. Everyone's heart was hanging in the air, except Ning Que.
Ning Que took out his phone, entered the live broadcast room, and typed out this line of words, "I suggest that these people be sentenced to death!"
The barrage moved, as if it was banned, but suddenly it refreshed, and the words "death penalty" filled the entire screen.
The leading officer suddenly gestured to retreat, and everyone slowly backed away. Honghong, hidden behind her bulletproof shield, also quietly moved back to avoid attracting attention.
The little girl shook her fingertips, and after a burst of black mist floated out, she went back and said, "Let's go look for that thing again."
When Ning Que and everyone else had retreated to a place far from the hospital, he saw a dozen military helicopters flying in the night sky. Local leaders were also standing there. Suddenly, a burst of sparks exploded in the sky, and two helicopters turned into brilliant fireworks in the darkness.
At this time, a police officer ran over and saluted the leader, "Report to the leader, the bomb has been planted, please give the order."
At this moment, Ning Que and Feng Hao sneaked onto a landed helicopter. Ignoring the cries outside, they put on their intercoms and headsets and pulled the joystick. With a slight tremor, the propellers spun faster and faster, and Ning Que and the others slowly ascended into the sky.
Suddenly, the entire body crawled crookedly in mid-air, moving in various zigzag shapes in the air.
Feng Hao, who was originally relieved, held the handle tightly and asked, "Sister, can you fly a plane?"
"I haven't tried it, but I just watched a video of flying a plane. It should be okay!" Ning Que stared at the room, then made some random operations.
The plane finally succeeded in approaching like a fly circling around.
"Whatever bombs you have there, throw all the powerful ones in there." Ning Que saw a little girl with her legs crossed inside, as well as several men and women, and most importantly, the dean was there too.
A voice came from the headset, "The bomb will explode in 30 seconds, evacuate quickly." Ning Que seemed to hear the sound of the bomb beeping in his ears, which gradually overlapped with his heartbeat.
Ning Que saw Feng Hao still standing there in a daze and hurriedly urged him, "Hurry up!"
"Oh oh!" Feng Hao's half body was hanging in the air, waiting for the plane to pass through this room. Then he exerted force with his right hand and threw all the things he had accumulated into it.
As the crowd cried out in surprise, there was a loud rumble, and the earth shook violently. The entire building collapsed like a dying monster. Fragments of the explosion flew everywhere, scattering down with terrifying force like flowers scattered by a fairy. Then a heat wave swept over. Scarlet flowers bloomed on the roof, licking the surroundings. Thick smoke rose from the bottom, mixed with the wanton glow of flames.
But the strange thing is that the building seems to be covered with a protective shield, like an exquisite handicraft, and people outside can see the four seasons, birth, old age, sickness and death inside.
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