A pale light exploded before Ning Que's eyes, mixed with a few blue or green rays of light. His head felt dizzy and his limbs felt limp, like a piece of risen dough.
I could vaguely hear, "Heavy bleeding." "Quick, quick, quick!" "Gauze!"...
After hearing the sound of the scalpel cutting through flesh and a series of instructions, Ning Que's eyes went dark and he fell into coma again.
After a long while, when Ning Que woke up again, he saw the most common incandescent lamp installed on the ceiling in front of him. The white was tinged with black, and the putty was not evenly applied, but in patches. There were yellowish water stains in the corners.
Ning Que wanted to get up, but found that his limbs were bound. The leather belt with a warped surface bound his feet tightly to the bed. A little force would mess up the white sheets underneath. The same thing happened to his hands. He felt like a cow or sheep at the mercy of others.
For some reason, the world's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, like a passionate piece of music reaching its climax.
The door opened and a nurse came in, bringing in a damp and smelly wind, and the atmosphere became weird.
The white nurse uniform with slightly yellowed edges did not fit her well. There were several pens in her pockets, and there were traces of black fountain pen stains in her pockets. It was possible that one or two pens were put in without the pen caps.
She lowered her head and her facial features could not be seen clearly.
The hands in front of Ning Que were getting bigger and bigger. Their nails were short, but there was some black dirt in the gaps between their nails.
She pinched Ning Que's cheek with great force, causing him great pain. Needless to say, it must have turned red. With her other hand, she pulled out a small bag of medicine from her other pocket, tore it open with her mouth, and poured it directly into Ning Que's mouth.
A gel-like medicine warmed by body temperature slid from the root of the tongue into the throat and finally directly into the stomach. The whole stomach felt hot, as if it was about to burn.
Ning Que was suddenly fed something unknown and then put down heavily, his head hitting the hard pillow. The iron frame made a creaking sound, as if it was about to fall apart.
The nurse took out a record sheet and wrote something on it. Then she pressed the bell next to her and stood there motionless until the door opened again.
A gust of damp and smelly air hit me in the face, and a doctor whose face could not be seen came in.
The uniform was straight without a wrinkle, and it made a rustling sound when he walked. The clothes were so large that they reached all the way to his ankles, as if a huge paper bag covered the person.
Ning Que watched them communicate in his own language, but strangely enough, he could actually understand them.
Nurse: "She's awake!"
Doctor: "Have you measured the data?"
Nurse: "Not yet. He was already awake when I came."
Doctor: "Then let's test again later!"
Then the doctor came over and did something in Ning Que's blind spot. He only heard a series of ding-dong sounds, and then the two people left.
The whole room was very quiet; all he could hear was the ticking of the hour and minute hands. He was the only one there.
When Ning Que was thinking about how to get out, the door was suddenly pushed open. The wooden door handle was still shaking and hit the white wall with the force. The wall fell into fine powder and scattered all over the floor.
A man came in first, wearing a shabby hospital gown with a black shirt underneath. His face was covered in stitches, and the index and middle fingers of both hands had turned into two sharp knives.
He moved his index and middle fingers, and the blades rubbed against each other slightly, making a crisp friction sound.
He laughed strangely and mumbled something to himself, but no one knew what he was saying.
Ning Que only noticed when he got closer that he was barefoot, with thick calluses and cracks all over his feet.
His eyes were full of amusement, and the smile on his face grew wider and wider, as if dividing his face into two parts.
He waved his hands excitedly, and the blade would accidentally cut his skin, leaving wounds on his body. He seemed to notice this, and I thought he would stop because of the pain, but he became more crazy, and the red in his eyes was so strong that blood could drip out.
He slowly slid up Ning Que's legs as if caressing a treasure. The blade cut through the fibers of his clothes, exposing the skin of his legs to the slightly cool air, causing goose bumps to appear on his skin.
When he slid to the base of the thigh, he turned his hand to touch Ning Que's face. The blade became bigger and bigger. Finally, Ning Que felt a slight coolness on his face, and after a while, he felt a stinging pain. His skin must have been broken.
Ning Que was angry and struggled on the bed, but the belt still bound her tightly to the bed, making her unable to move.
He felt Ning Que's anger and powerlessness, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes, but more of it was bloodthirstiness and madness. She laughed, and laughed even louder, as if to tear the roof off.
He bent down and could see a deep scar on his pale skin that ran straight down along his collar.
Ning Que let him create wounds on his body, but his eyes were fixed on his neck.
Time passed very slowly. Ning Que could feel the sound of blood beating in his pulse, just like water flowing through a pipe, carrying vigorous vitality, but he could also smell the odor of a sewer.
Ning Que smiled, but for some reason, his voice was so hoarse that he could only softly utter the word, "garbage!"
As if he wanted to hear more clearly, he lowered his head and pressed it closely against her face.
Tsk, it’s so cold, so cold and so smelly!
In Ning Que's eyes, his blood vessels kept expanding, and finally became as thick as two fingers.
Ning Que bit down hard, but fortunately the belt did not hold his head in place, so he flicked his head away, bringing off a large piece of flesh and blood.
He covered his neck with his hands, blood slid out from the cracks in his hands, wetting his blue and white striped hospital gown. His face was full of ferocity, and he uttered another burst of gibberish.
The door opened and three or two people rushed in. No, they couldn't be called people, they should be called monsters.
Their faces are like mountains, covered with a large fog all year round, making it impossible to see their faces at all.
Ning Que could clearly feel the displacement of his internal organs and the sound of blood vessels bursting in his body under the heavy pressure.
In a white mist, Ning Que forced himself to open his eyes and saw a long beak with a curved hook on the top, stabbing towards his heart.
There were waves of sharp pain in his chest, and his heart seemed to feel that he was about to die. It also had waves of cramps, and he could faintly smell the fragrance of flowers. After his heart shook violently, Ning Que's eyes went black again.
It won’t be so easy to die!
Suddenly, he felt a burst of piercing chills in the chaos, like needles drilling into the cracks in his bones, which woke Ning Que up from the chaos.
In the dim little room, a small dim light was on at the door, and the orange halo of light only illuminated a small open space around it.
There was an air conditioner in the corner, and a large electric fan like a blower was hung on the wall. A thin layer of white frost had formed on the ground, reflecting mottled light and shadows.
At the intersection of light and darkness stood two people. One was shorter, wearing a thick down jacket, his face smoldering with smoke. The other, taller, wore nothing at all, his muscular body exposed to the air.
The taller one among them saw Ning Que wake up, tilted his head, and then a whip appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he swung it up. The high-speed moving object cut through the air, making a rustling sound.
With a snap, the whip landed on Ning Que's body, and his smooth skin quickly swelled up, oozing a little red blood.
For some reason, Ning Que could only feel a numbness, and his hands and feet seemed not to belong to him.
Ning Que watched the man in front of her dragging the whip closer and closer. When he finally stood less than a meter away from her, she found that his face was still covered with a cloud of black smoke.
He waved to the person who was still standing there, and the person slowly moved towards him, leaving a continuous smooth trail with his shoes on the slightly reflective ground.
He seemed to be dragged by an invisible force, and when he reached the man, he was thrown to the ground.
The man holding the whip pulled the handle, revealing a small dagger inside. He then inserted it into the man's cervical vertebrae, then pulled it back with force. With his other hand, he fumbled inside for a while and pulled out a complete cervical vertebrae.
Then he pressed down on Ning Que's heart.
…
ah!
Ning Que woke up in a cold sweat, his hands and feet were weak, and there was a wet spot on the pillowcase, which was a slightly darker color.
Her heart was still beating rapidly, and the dream just now still made her feel scared. Honghong wrapped her arms around her comfortingly. Baibai also peeked out from the side, spitting out tongue from time to time.
Ning Que fell on the bed, trying to calm his heartbeat, his mind still recalling every detail of the dream.
Oh, this is so annoying! Ning Que tried hard to think of beautiful things like blue sky and white clouds, but there were many flowers growing on the green grass, and the tender pink petals trembled in the breeze.
A cheerful melody seemed to be blowing out from the tender pistil. Ning Que wanted to see which cute elf was inside, but a foul smell came out and a monster with crooked eyes and a slanted mouth crawled out.
Ning Que suddenly opened his eyes, his head filled with the things in his dream just now. He felt panicked. He hadn't had this kind of dream for a long time since he joined the horror system.
Suddenly my vision changed, and in front of me was an LCD screen of space.
Yiping's designed system mechanically announced, "Next, we will enter the Supernatural Hospital. Detailed information will be sent to each survivor after they pass the primary screening.
You must find at least half of the ten unbreakable principles to pass the game, otherwise your spirit will be trapped inside forever. Are you ready?
This sentence perked up Ning Que. Why did the rules change now?
Keep your heart steady and suppress the chaotic thoughts in your mind, "I'm ready!"
…
Ahhh! Let me out!
Just be happy and forget your worries.
Hehehe! Baby, eat some food, eat some vegetables! Hehehehe.
The surroundings were noisy, like a pot of boiling water, with bubbles and gurgling sounds everywhere, which was very annoying.
Ning Que opened his eyes and adjusted to the semi-dark environment before he realized what kind of place he was.
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