Chapter 1: Mentally ill people kill people and it is not against the law
"You're really pretty, but it's a pity you've offended Miss Ye. The whole of Wucheng knows that Miss Ye is the darling of the Ye family. If you offend Miss Ye, there are ways to make you live a life worse than death."
"Luckily I was given a sedative and slept like a dead pig, otherwise I would have cried so loudly when I cut my wrists."
The ice-cold scalpel was pressed against Qi Wu's wrist. Just a slight slide and blood would rush out from the incision. If the knife was too harsh or the bleeding was not stopped in time, the thin beauty would die on this hospital bed.
The man slipped cruelly, and blood gushed out.
The man dropped the scalpel and took out his cell phone to count the time.
The wind outside the window blew up the leaves and startled a flock of birds.
The bleeding, bony hand grabbed the scalpel and stabbed it into the man's abdomen.
"ah!"
The man covered his abdomen and looked at Qi Wu, who had already stood up from the bed, in disbelief.
Didn't he give Qi Wu double the tranquilizer dose? Why did Qi Wu wake up at this moment?
Qi Wu smiled lightly, and looked at the man with cold eyes as if he were looking at a dead object, "Ah, your hand was too gentle."
Qi Wu smiled as he held the scalpel in the man's abdomen and thrust it in again.
The hurried footsteps in the corridor were getting closer and closer.
Qi Wu did not hesitate to pull out the scalpel, wiped it on the white coat of the frightened man with disgust, took the bandage, and left the ward quickly.
After walking a few meters, several tall figures blocked Qi Wu's way. They were senior security guards assigned by the mental hospital to ensure the safety of patients.
Qi Wu held the scalpel tightly in one hand, and secretly clenched his fist with the other hand. A trace of purple surrounded his fist. That was one of the foundations for Qi Wu to gain a foothold in the apocalypse, the powerful thunder ability.
Although he is almost as weak as zero now, it is still no problem to defeat these minions.
Qi Wu chuckled, and a hint of cuteness appeared on his pale cheeks, just like a withered flower suddenly coming alive and blooming at its most beautiful moment.
Qi Wu took the initiative, with a fist in his left hand and a knife in his right hand.
The fist seemed small and light, but the person who was hit caused his whole body to twitch and fall to the ground.
Those who were cut by the knife still had the strength to move, but once they were entangled by the purple thread, they lost the strength to move.
After knocking down all the security guards, Qi Wu's forehead was covered with sweat and his face became a little more rosy. The wound that he had just bandaged while walking was stretched open, and blood spread on the gauze. The whole person looked like he had been fished out of the water.
Qi Wu raised his left hand, and the faint purple disappeared.
Her special powers were exhausted.
This body is really useless!
Footsteps were heard in the corridor again.
Qi Wu didn't have time to think, he gripped the scalpel tightly, stepped over the security guard and continued running.
Run upwards, keep running upwards.
Only at the highest point can you see all the enemies clearly and better eliminate them all at once.
Qi Wu's habit in the end times drove her to keep running up until she reached the rooftop balcony.
The balcony door was locked.
The security guard downstairs is about to climb up!
The men's laughter echoed from the corridor. "The balcony has been locked for a long time, just to prevent psychopaths like you! The good ones are the ones who take the sedatives and go to sleep, No. 444."
No. 444 is Qi Wu’s bed number in this mental hospital, and Qi Wu doesn’t like this number at all.
Her pupils flashed purple with anger.
The purple color disappeared in a flash, and when I looked closely, I could only see slightly dilated pupils.
Qi Wu pulled out a strand of hair and turned it in the keyhole, and the door miraculously opened.
Picking locks might be a rare skill here, but in the end times, almost everyone knows how to do it.
When the person behind him finally got the balcony key and opened the door after struggling for a long time, Qi Wu had been sitting alone on the balcony for more than ten minutes enjoying the breeze, with the knife she had snatched lying next to her.
The wind that had not experienced the end of the world was so gentle and so fresh, without any of the stench of blood and decay that one would have in the end of the world.
The trees are also nice, green and beautiful.
A man in a white coat spoke up, breaking all this beauty. He approached Qi Wu and provoked her, wishing she would jump down immediately.
"No. 444, do you want to jump off the building to attract the attention of the Ye family?"
"It's useless. The Ye family arranged for you to be here. If you jump down, the most they can do is dig a hole in the backyard and bury you."
"The Ye family doesn't care about you at all."
Ye family?
Qi Wu's heart ached suddenly, and the memories of the original owner for the past sixteen years rushed into her mind like a passing scene.
The real and fake daughters were switched by the nanny. After the real daughter was found sixteen years later, she was not recognized and was only regarded as a distant relative who came to seek refuge in the Ye family.
Everyone in the Ye family is using their actions to tell the real daughter that you have no value at all and you are not worthy of being a member of our Ye family. Only Ye Rushuang is Ye Si in the eyes of the wealthy families in Wucheng, the eldest daughter of the Ye family.
Qi Wu, on the other hand, was nothing more than a chess piece, even lower than a pet, but with a bit of bloodline and beauty that could be used.
But Qi Wu was delusional and wanted to gain their approval by trying to please them a little, but in the end he became a complete mess.
The Ye family was kind and sent her to the most famous mental hospital among the wealthy families in Wucheng for recuperation.
Qi Wu was tortured in the mental hospital where Ye Rushuang and her two siblings had taken care of him. When the man cut his wrist, he bled to death. What woke him up was the powerful Mad Doctor who had fought in the apocalypse for ten years.
Qi Wu touched his heart and thought, they are just a bunch of scum, not worth getting so angry.
But since your body is of use to me, I will return the favor and let them go down to see you with regret.
An intriguing smile appeared on Qi Wu's lips. She grabbed the man approaching her and suspended half of his body in the air.
As soon as Qi Wu let go, the man would immediately fall off the balcony and turn into a puddle of mud.
"Don't move, I'm a coward. If I let go of him out of fear, he'll be the one in trouble. After all, it's not illegal for a mentally ill person to kill someone!"
Now it was the turn of the people in the mental hospital to be cautious. Everyone was stuck on the balcony, wasting time in tension.
The drowsiness brought on by the tranquilizer made Qi Wu relax a little. The man who had been hanging in the air seized the opportunity, pushed Qi Wu away, and shouted, "Go to hell!"
Excitement caused the veins on his forehead to bulge, sweat to form on his face, his eyes to turn red from staring, and his once handsome face was only filled with disgust.
But he didn't care at all. He only saw the position of vice-president beckoning to him.
It was worth it that he risked his life to be held hostage by that madman. He finally had the chance to win the favor of Miss Ye. The position of vice president would soon be his, and no one could compete with him.
When he saw the person he pushed off the balcony smiling at him, his hot sweat instantly turned cold.
How is this possible? This madman is almost dying, how can he still laugh?
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