Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 610: Number five
Chapter 610 Needle No. 5
"Where are you going?" Zhang Heng grabbed me and pointed at Chen Mo who fell on the ground: "What should he do?"
The calf is broken, and there are bloodstains all over his body. If Chen Mo encounters danger again in the hospital building, the chance of Chen Mo escaping is very low.
"Don't leave me here alone, I won't drag you down, take me with you." Chen Mo wanted to stand up, but his calf couldn't use any strength at all, he struggled twice and then fell into the dirt.
Man is a special individual creature. When faced with interests, the reaction of most people is to protect their own interests from being violated. But after encountering a dangerous situation, he likes to share the risk equally and tends to be a group.
The instinct in his bones makes Chen Mo unwilling to act alone after encountering danger. In his opinion, it is equivalent to being abandoned by the group.
I lowered my head and glanced at Chen Mo. The medical student was in a panic, his eyes were moist, and the severe pain made him unable to speak clearly.
"Shouldn't you send him outside the hospital first?" Zhang Heng couldn't bear it, after all, this was a living human life.
"No, the outside of the hospital is also very dangerous." I didn't tell the two of them. Not long ago, a woman was suspected of being attacked by a ghost and disappeared into the dense forest.
"What dangers can there be outside the hospital?" Zhang Heng said so, but blinked at me twice, and behind Chen Mo's back, he gestured to me to give up.
To be honest, I was a little moved at that moment. Under such a dangerous environment, it is certainly better to join forces than to carry a burden.
"It's better to let him hide here first, the two of us go in and check, and come back to pick him up after we find out the truth." Zhang Heng said this to give me a step down, and wanted me to follow his meaning , directly agreed, and everyone was not embarrassed.
Abandoning Chen Mo will not do any harm to Zhang Heng. He has already abandoned him once before, and the grudge has been forged. He also knows that Chen Mo will not forgive him.
My thinking angle is different from Zhang Heng's. I tried my best to rescue Chen Mo not to let him go to death. Throwing it here is equivalent to giving him a death sentence."
"Then what do you think? This will not work, and that will not work." Zhang Heng's tone was obviously a little impatient.
"Take him with you and find him a more secret hiding place."
"Secret? Brother, you have to think about it clearly. This abandoned hospital is the territory of that monster. I don't know how long he has lived here. Don't deceive yourself."
"I have my own measure." I broke off a thicker branch and threw it to Chen Mo as a crutch: "I'll give you dozens of voices. If you can stand up, then we will take you away. If you can't, you can think of it yourself." Find a way to leave."
I want to give Chen Mo a chance. After all, he is the only one among us who studies medicine, and this happens to be a hospital. This live broadcast may involve some professional issues about cancer research. Chen Mo It might come in handy.
On the third count, Chen Mo had already gritted his teeth and stood up leaning on a branch. The blood vessels on his whole face were protruding, and the veins on his forehead were winding under the skin like little snakes.
"Okay, I keep my word, keep up." Glancing at him, I nodded silently.
Physiologically, there is a difference between pretending to be in pain and real pain. Most show hosts are already numb to pain. Even if they can fake it, their bodies are already used to this feeling, so they won’t act like Chen Mo.” realistic".
"I will definitely not drag you back." Chen Mo leaned on a tree branch, hopped on one foot, walked to me, and suddenly said solemnly: "Thank you for saving my life!"
Chen Mo seems to have misunderstood something, but this is not harmful to me, so I explained lazily and waved my hand: "Let's go, first go to the tent where the writer lives."
When we first came out of the clinic building and then entered a similar building, the three of us all felt terrified, as if the monster would burst out from a certain corner in the next moment.
On the second floor of the Cancer Rehabilitation Center, I pushed open the door of the ward and walked in first.
"Protect the scene and don't touch anything at will." As soon as I entered, I happened to see the can of beer standing on the ground. The writer had advised me to drink it several times.
"Protect the scene? Are you a policeman?" Zhang Heng didn't say anything, but Chen Mo interjected. He looked at me differently, from trust to dependence.
I ignored Chen Mo, picked up the beer can and checked it with the flashlight. After turning a few angles, I finally found a tiny pinhole at the junction of the top edge of the aluminum can and the trademark: "Sure enough, there is a problem, Chen Mo. You are a medical student, have you ever seen a 0.5mm syringe needle?"
"Yes, the hypodermic injections all use fifth-gauge needles, and the diameter of the needles used by children is even smaller, only 0.45mm." When it comes to professional knowledge, Chen Mo spoke in great detail in order to show his own value.
"What kind of medicine is usually injected for hypodermic injection?" I opened the wine can and smelled it, and it was indeed beer.
"That's too much. Insulin injections and vaccinations will use a fifth-gauge needle. By the way, there is another situation where subcutaneous injections are usually used when injecting drugs with severe side effects and harm to internal organs. Injection, the liquid medicine is directly injected into the subcutaneous tissue, and will not be carried around the body by the blood in the blood vessels.”
I nodded, bringing Chen Mo is still useful, put the beer can aside, if conditions permit, I really want to catch a mouse or something, to try the effect of the medicine, but unfortunately I have too little time, Can't delay.
"Close the door, you guard the door." After saying something to Chen Mo, I felt relieved to check inside the house. This is the second floor of the inpatient building, not too high from the ground, even if there is an accident, I can still jump out the window.
Mineral water, instant noodles, beer, these things are placed next to the writer's tent. After checking all of them, it is found that the mineral water and instant noodles are all right, only half of the beer has pinholes.
"Who the **** is this guy? Is he the anchor of the show?" This live broadcast has been going on for such a long time, and I have met many people. It's the anchor of the show. Instead, Chen Jiuge, who had confirmed his identity as the anchor of the show, disappeared and went somewhere.
Opening the tent, an embarrassing scene appeared, the writer's "soul mate" was pressing on the sleeping bag.
Looking at the silhouette of a human figure that suddenly appeared in the tent, Zhang Heng and Chen Mo stepped back together, probably thinking it was a corpse. I was relatively calm when I saw it once before, and stretched out my hand to drag the writer's "girlfriend" out of the tent. thrown aside.
"Inflated. Inflated. Doll?"
"Silicone."
"Do you still have research on this?"
"You talk a lot of nonsense."
I took out all the things in the writer's tent. This person may really be a fan of Master Wang. The tent itself is very small, and there are a few books. If you look carefully, all the pseudonyms are corpse faces.
Other than these things, I have nothing to gain.
"Why does this guy pretend to be Master Wang? If he is not the anchor of the show, what is the purpose of staying in the hospital late at night?" The ugly face of the writer flashed in my mind, and I couldn't help but think of a novel characters in .
Quasimodo, the bell ringer in Notre Dame de Paris, that ugly monster with a miserable fate is very similar to the writer.
The same ugly, the same deformity, the same guard in the corner of the city, such a guy, in the eyes of normal people, there is usually another word to refer to it-monster.
"Did you find anything?" Zhang Heng put an arm on my shoulder: "Brother, we don't have much time. I have a hunch that the curse on the note will soon be fulfilled."
"The note is for you guys, what does it have to do with me?" I threw his hand aside and scanned the ward, feeling like I had overlooked something.
"You have also seen the contents of the note, then the ghost will not let you go." Zhang Heng said half-jokingly, half-seriously.
"It would be great if it was really a ghost." I shook my head without explaining, my situation is very bad now, not counting the other show anchors who are hidden, just the dirty things in this hospital make me exhausted: "Are ghosts playing with people, or are people pretending to be ghosts? Or both exist at the same time?"
I turned my head and saw Chen Mo poking the writer's "girlfriend" with a branch. The branch touched the silicone, and the depression was not particularly obvious.
"Don't move!" I yelled at Chen Mo, he shyly shrunk his head, and hastily retracted the tree branch.
I didn't bother to argue with him, I squatted in front of the silicone doll.
The writer probably liked this doll very much, and even put on light makeup on her, and her underwear was carefully selected.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Zhang Heng was standing next to me holding the DV, his fingers twitched nimbly, and replaced a new battery.
"Get out of the way." I found a piece of broken white tile from the ground, aimed at the doll's jaw and stabbed it in.
There is not much difference between the puppet and the living person in the dark. Seeing the other two people in this scene is a bit worrying.
"Sure enough." The tiles penetrated easily into the doll, and I slid down to split the doll's body in the middle.
"Stab!"
Some piercing voices reverberated in the ward, and my appearance at this time should not be much different from the murderer in the film and television works.
From the lower jaw to the stomach, after it was completely cut open, the three of us got together and looked inside. There were several sealed injections hidden in the doll's stomach.
"Chen Mo, can you recognize what kind of medicine this is?"
"There is no written description, and I don't know, but I know that this is a No. 5 injection, and the dosage is 3.5 milliliters." Chen Mo hesitated, "Under normal circumstances, the dosage of No. 5 injections will not exceed 1.5ml, this syringe is specially made for fear of drug reactions.”
After listening to Chen Mo's words, I became more certain about the guess in my heart: "Of course the dose for humans will be small, but what if this injection is not for humans?"