Thriller Paradise Chapter 466: The Cursed Hospital (4)

"So that's it... The topography of this hospital is not arranged according to normal physical laws... It is a three-dimensional map..." Feng Bujue thought in his mind as he ran on the stairs, "Just look at a natural It will feel very confusing, but if you overlap the maps of all floors and look at it, you can form a 3D model. Of course... Even if you build that model in your mind, the gravity will change according to the terrain. The place is not too meaningful..."

When I think of this, the stairs below my feet are gone.

Feng Bujue came into a corridor again. The lights and downstairs here are white, but they are covered with a layer of shadow, making the scene in front of him appear to be gray.

"This is... the second floor." Feng Bujue looked at the house number in the distance, "Well... the outpatient department where I was just now is also on the second floor... Sure enough, this kind of horizontal stairs, It is the same plane that leads the player to...For me just now, I am now in a state of 90 degrees horizontally."

The mind flashes, and the action is constant. After all, there are chasing soldiers, and he can't relax.

Feng Bujue quickly walked to a door. There was only the number -216 on the door, and there was no standard text. It was probably a ward.

With a "click", the door handle turned smoothly.

At this time, Chad also had two heads, also poking out from the stairs, and snarled chasing after him.

Feng Bujue has no choice. He can't push the door slowly at this time, carefully explore the way before entering the house... Even using [King Kong Bell] is meaningless, because at this moment he is already Being in a deadly threat, there must be a sudden noise after the special effects are activated.

Brother Jue is helpless. Push the door and enter, turn around and close the door.

Chad's footsteps stopped abruptly at this moment, as if the giant-like brawny disappeared silently in a second.

"What is this setting... Is it possible that an ordinary door can stop him..." Feng Bujue leaned against the door and gasped, and said in his heart, "Because of his huge size, I saw the door frame Give up at the moment?" He couldn't help but smile. "What is the difference between this reaction and'Little Noise Seeing the Stairs"..."

During these few seconds to adjust his breathing and mood, Feng Bujue quickly scanned the room in front of him.

This is a large ward. There are no lights in the room. The windows facing the corridor are also curtains, but the light penetrates through the gaps in the curtains. Some outlines can still be seen roughly in the dark.

"One, two, three..." Feng Bujue counted. There are six beds in the room, all of which are placed against the wall, with three, one-to-one correspondences on both sides. Beside each bed, there is a U-shaped iron bracket with a curtain hung on it. When the curtain is pulled up, the hospital bed can be covered.

"This should be the worst ward..." Feng Bujue muttered. He is also a person who has lived in the hospital often. I'm relatively familiar with similar environments.

Generally speaking, a better ward in a hospital is one with two people and a TV set; and a ward with six or more people in one room. It is the worst level, and the conditions are comparable to group renting.

Of course, there are also private rooms. Some can live in with money, and some can live in only after reaching a certain level or powerful people. There are also some... special cases, such as extreme conditions may have to enter a sterile room, but hospitals with poor conditions do not necessarily have such treatment facilities.

In short. Feng Bujue’s problems in this respect are all clear... During the days when he was just "ill", he had almost played with all the facilities of the major hospitals in S City... He lived in The ward is upgraded step by step, and the doctors who come to the consultation are more than a big name, and the examinations they have done are even more comprehensive. From a multi-person general ward to a private room for P, from a district hospital resident to a world-renowned authoritative expert... From the perspective of the patient, Feng Bujue is indeed a person who has seen a big battle... He is also considered He became famous in the middle of the 21st century and left a strong mark in the medical world.

"Well...Since they are all here..." Feng Bujue reached out his hand to touch the light switch, but when he reached halfway, his movements stopped again. "Hiss...If there is really a'patient' in it, and What FLAG will be triggered when the light is turned on, isn't it bad for me..."

After thinking for a few seconds, he decided to stop making a sound, stand at the door for a minute, and then turn on the lights...

This is also to be on the safe side... It's always right to be cautious, and it's only a minute anyway. A minute later, Chad outside the door must have left, even if some kind of terrible situation is triggered again at that time,

He can also choose to escape back to the corridor.

So, Feng Bujue was at the door and waited for more than a minute. Then, he opened the door, looked at the probe, and after confirming that Chad was no longer there, he closed the door and turned around and turned on the light switch.

There are a total of four ceiling lights in this ward, all of which are embedded in the ceiling. Brother Jue turned on all the lights in the room at one time, and the room opened up.

At this moment, the six hospital beds in the room are all enclosed by curtains, and they are tightly enclosed...

"Heh... this kind of trick..." Feng Bujue took out the folding knife from his pocket, took out the knife, held it in his hand, and then walked forward slowly, "and some who need to open the toilet cubicles one by one. The game is almost..."

He first walked to the window at the other end of the room, opened the curtains and looked out.

Papa Papa Papa Papa——

At this moment, only a rush, weird noise...suddenly came from his side.

Feng Bujue turned his head abruptly after hearing the sound, only to see that there were six more **** palm prints on the wall beside him.

"Is it triggered by looking out the window..." he muttered ~IndoMTL.com~ and then moved his gaze back to the window, as if the appearance of these palm prints was a normal thing.

It was pitch black outside the window, and Feng Bujue's own shadow was reflected on the glass, or... it was the shadow of Lester.

Just when Brother Jue fixed his eyes to the window, the reflection of Leicester actually laughed...

At the same second, a gloomy laugh came from Feng Bujue's ear.

"It's really scary..." Feng Bujue said thoughtfully, "Ordinary people...the attention is drawn by blood palm prints, and they are already shocked. When I turned my head back, I saw the reflection on the glass The reflection is laughing, there is a certain chance that you will be scared out of the script."

Jue brother finished reciting these two sentences, and then drew the curtains again as if nothing had happened...

"Okay...Let's see what's on the bed." With a knife, Feng Bujue first walked to the bed closest to him and stretched his hand to the curtain.

Suddenly! With a "puff", a pale hand sprang out from the curtain, firmly grasping Feng Bujue's wrist.