Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 274: Interlude death (8)

The patients in this dormitory are old and young, but they are all incompetent people. They no longer have the ability to hurt others, and they can hardly even take care of themselves. Crazy F hitting I don't want my actions to break their peace and drag them into the whirlpool of life and death. I also thought about saving them as much as possible before the crisis hits here, and finding a place that can really accept them. During the treatment of Dr. Ruan and Dr. Ande, I smelled some bad breath. Maybe this hospital is using these poor people to do immoral things, or even cruel human experiments. The arrival of the man with the peaked cap gave me a signal-no matter what I want to do, I must speed up.

The man in the peaked cap stood at the door, and I waved at him. The girl's room is a perfect place for conversation.

He pulled a chair, sat down in front of me, and glanced at the three girls unnaturally.

"Hello, my name is Dallas and I am a reporter." He said cautiously.

"Reporter?"

"Uh, this is my business card." The man in the peaked cap said, flipping through his pockets, and handing out a crumpled business card.

I evened the business card and saw a few lines facing the sun:, Dallas, phone:. Except for the name, it is not in English, but I don't know other characters written in swashes, maybe German, Italian or Latin.

"What is written on the face?" I looked at the other person in a bit of astonishment.

The Dallas cap, who claims to be a reporter, rubbed his hands, smiled awkwardly, and said, "The Sun, I'm a reporter for The Sun. Damn, I said I should use English."

"Wait, the Sun?"

He seemed to understand my suspicion, and hurriedly explained: "No, it's not the Sun you said, it's just a third-rate small newspaper. The reporters are all part-time, just like me. Oh, damn, I It’s been a long time since I’ve been here, and this is the first time this business card came out. Hey, buddy, do me a favor, I’ve been in this ghost place long enough, and finally I found you."

No matter how he explained it, the suspicious breath lingered. However, let's take it for the time being.

"You said you have stayed here for a long time, you know me?" I'm a little bit minded, is this man also a spy sent by the enemy to deliberately numb me? I'm pretty sure, before today, I have never seen him.

"Yes, yes, we met for the first time, but I've heard about you." Dallas explained, and then went silent for a while, as if remembering something, "Please believe me, I didn't burn the text Fiction.net is malicious, just wanting to understand what kind of person you are. I have been observing you for a long time. I took the liberty of visiting this time and I didn’t want to meet you directly. This is also the request of that person, because my business is a bit dangerous..."

"You made me confused." I stared at him, like a hunter aimed at his prey, and said, "Who made you here? What are you going to do? I would love to hear that something dangerous It seems that the person who gave you the information is familiar with me. That person should have told you how dangerous I am, and it is best not to be dumb at this time."

As I expected, Dallas's face was a little pale and very nervous.

"Okay, okay." Dallas took a deep breath and glanced at the girl. "Is it here?"

"It's here." I said without hesitation: "There is no danger from Ranwen Novel."

"You know, this is a big event. No one in charge here wants it to be leaked. I can't talk to anyone except you." Dallas seemed to remember something, nervously again After looking around, he lowered his voice and said: "Is there no Ranwen Novel Network bugging device here?"

Looking at his appearance, it seems that there are really some people's unwelcome plots. Whether he pretends or comes true, it arouses my interest.

"There is no Ranwen Novel Network, you can trust my words." I closed my gaze like a needle, and calmed down my words.

"Well, maybe I can really trust you. That's what that person said. You are the only person who can help me in this place." Dallas was silent for a while, as if organizing language, "You should know the person who provided me with information. She is also from here. Although I have never seen her before, in the letter to me, her signature is: Xi Se. It is a rare name, like a code name. Same, isn't it?"

The color? This name set off stormy waves in my heart. I can't tell the color of the emotions in my heart at this time, sourness, pain, nostalgia, doubts, curiosity, excitement... Intuition tells me that the real story begins. Which color is the color in this man's mouth? No, since she claims to be here, it should be the girl who has left the hospital. I couldn't help but look at the three girls playing cards in the room. Among them, there was still room for the fourth one.

I looked at him calmly and said: "Writing to you? Did you not see her by Ranwen Novel.com?"

"There is no Ranwen Novel Network. You know, we are just an unknown third-rate small newspaper. In short, I don’t know how she knew about me. No, she didn’t know me, maybe where The place saw ours, so it delivered the letter. It was three months ago, and the person in charge of opening the letter at that time happened to be me. Ah—" He sighed hard, "I am the only one. I will take care of the letters that are doubtful if it is a prank, and wade into this muddy water incorrigibly. I knew...No, it would be too late to complain. Now I want to figure out what happened here. Then leave this ghost place"

Next, Dallas explained to me in detail what happened to him. I have to say that he did encounter a headache. The secrets hidden here make me seem to have returned to the lost town full of conspiracies a month ago.

A few months ago, the unemployed Dallas finally got a job as a part-time reporter in the Sun newspaper. He only had a junior high school degree. He went to jail for fraud. He has been moving bricks on the construction site since he was released. In other words, this is an easy job. The problem is that without the performance of Ranwen Novel.com, the boss will not pay too high a salary. For Dallas himself, temporarily acting as cheap labor is not unacceptable. The point is that this job is just a springboard. I immediately found a place to live after I was unemployed, and as long as I worked hard, had vision, and had a little luck, I could transform myself into a cultural man.

Of course, there is also the bewilderment of the newspaper boss, but for a middle-aged man who only has a junior high school education and is still a scammer, this is also a good opportunity, isn't it?

While other part-time reporters passed by or maliciously compiling rumours that were too ink-heavy on toilet paper, Dallas began to pursue "things with real newsworthiness." However, his luck was not as good as he thought. Until three months ago, when he was called by his boss to open the letter, among a large number of letters mixed with true or false news, most of which were abused by readers, he turned out the girl signed by "Sei Se". Letter from.

Actually, he didn't know that the writer was just a fourteen-year-old girl, but the letter itself was full of doubts. Not only is the handwriting scribbled, it is not regular letter paper, but it looks like a waste paper temporarily obtained from some place, the color is yellow and red that looks like blood stains. He seized the letter and took it home to read it carefully.

The letter mentioned about the closed hospital, but the location only reminded. The girl wrote in scribbled handwriting that this closed hospital used various methods to exploit legal loopholes and was unknown in the world. They cooperated with some careerists from governments of various countries to continuously transfer mental patients and criminals to hospitals to conduct human experiments, including some minors, and Xie Se was the underage girl who was used as the experimental subject.

The appearance and content of this letter have to make people guess what the writer was like at the time: being imprisoned in a dark place, his body and spirit were dying, but with a strong will, he vomited blood while using The trembling hand wrote this distress letter on the waste paper, and finally sent it to this third-rate newspaper company called The Sun from an unsuspecting channel.

Dallas was immediately shocked by the scene in his mind. He is a scammer, but it does not mean that he has no conscience, and can sit back and ignore such inhumane behaviors that ravage minors. On the other hand, he also understands that if this letter is true, it will inevitably be annoying and even dangerous to investigate it. He tossed over and over all night, unable to sleep, he wrote this letter again and again. Although I haven't seen a girl named "Xi Er" by Ranwen Novel.com, her hissing sound lingers in my ears, like a lamb in a slaughterhouse.

In more serious cases, these colic-making sounds would fill in his mind during the day. He saw a psychiatrist several times and couldn't solve it because he couldn't tell anyone about it. The girl "sexy" had to trust the person who saw this letter, but the person who saw this letter couldn't trust anyone.

No, the only thing I can believe is the boy mentioned in the letter, who is also an experimental subject, the mental patient "Gao Chuan" who tried to save her but failed in the end. "Xi Se" told Dallas that perhaps "Gao Chuan" has suffered, but if there is someone who can be trusted, it must be him. She believes that no matter how he is tortured and how his spirit deteriorates, that righteous hero. The heart will not be obliterated.

Dallas was bewitched by the word "hero". He no longer hesitated. He felt that instead of dying in the world, he should fight for his old life and make a jaw-dropping feat.

He said to himself: I want to silence the lamb.

So, he tried every means to find out where the closed hospital was, and used the identity of the patient to get in. However, perhaps there was a problem with the plan. He gradually realized that he was dizzy by the situation, and in the end he couldn't restore his identity as a normal person and couldn't go out.

He has never been able to find the lineage himself, but because of the recent jumping incident, he understood who "Gao Chuan" was, and he dared to try to mention it. This is because Gao Chuan before the jumping incident and Gao Chuan sitting in front of him are two people with completely different personalities.

I was also very troubled by his statement. He seemed to have actually met me, thinking that I was indeed an old man in this hospital, a patient with schizophrenia. This is not the answer I want. My world, dreams and reality have all become confused because of his appearance. Of course, I did not mention the end of the world with him by Ranwen.com, because he is an ordinary person. Before the end of the world really appears, he will probably only be regarded as a paranoid babble. However, in any case, since the matter has started, it must continue.

"They told me that Shise has been discharged from the hospital." I said to him.

"No, it's impossible" Dallas was very excited. "I have investigated. Although there is no full evidence from Ranwen.com, but it is really suspicious here. The color... Oh, the poor color, she can't get out of this. Ghost place. I think I know where she is."

"Where? Heaven?"

"No, in that tower." He stared at me solemnly.

The tall tower he was talking about is naturally the heavily guarded tower-shaped building on top of the mountain bag of the enclosed hospital. Until now, I still haven't been able to figure out what is going on there.

For a while, we fell silent. I was thinking about whether to believe his words, but the tower did seem to hide some fatal secret. However, would it be too reckless to just rush in? Although I have armed myself to my teeth, the security of that place is really tricky and I don't know what's going on inside before I am mentally prepared.

"Have you been here before? Why doesn't the fat man know you?" I looked at Dallas and asked.

"No, I have never come in. I just learned from the letter that these three girls are good for sex." Dallas hesitated and said: "In the letter, she said, she will ' 'Coordinates' are hidden here. To get the coordinates, you must get the crow in your room. She didn't write very clearly, but it should be the clue. I hesitated for a long time before coming over and visiting the three girls by the way. The result... …" He spread his hands, and I stared at his eyes, only to see a clearness.

"In other words, are you planning to do it yourself with the coordinates?" I said.

"When I was a kid...I decided to kill someone in the fire, no, I should say, I hope there are people around me who let me do this, so now I'm here." Dallas said sighfully." When I was sure that you were the person whom I was talking about, you were no longer who you were before. Therefore, I don't think you should be involved." The man scanned my whole body with questioning eyes, "Your body..."

Before he finished speaking, I pressed the mechanism, and a bee pin swept across his temple, nailing it to the wooden cabinet behind and making a "duh" sound. When he realized what was happening, cold sweat oozes out of his forehead. I smiled and let him sit up straight, and said to him: "Don't blink." He immediately wanted to step back in panic. At this moment, I pulled out the self-made iron knife from the wheelchair armrest, and the blade passed his On the forehead, a dull hair was shaved off.

I am satisfied with this knife, and I am not in vain for some exercise. Although my arm strength is only restored to the standard line of my peers, I can't kill anything with my arm strength alone. Eyesight, reaction, and coordination of the body have all reached a state of equilibrium. When I usually exercise, I face only dead objects, but now it seems that there is no problem with dealing with living objects.

And this is not only a warning, but also a test. Judging from the reaction and look of Dallas, he is indeed an ordinary person.

In the horrified gaze of Dallas, I drew out a second iron knife and swung the two swords. The shoulder is k, the wrist is very flexible, and the fingers are no problem. The imaginary knife and the arm are integrated, like a whip full of resilience. This is the sword technique that Fu Jiang taught me. Very good, very good, the feeling of fighting seems to be gradually awakening from the nerves and cells.

"Is there something wrong with my body?" I said to Dallas.

"No... there is no Ranwen Novel Network... uh, you, your wheelchair..." Dallas stammered, and looked back timidly at the iron pin nailed to the wooden cabinet.

"I have been preparing for this moment for a long time." I smiled happily from the bottom of my heart. "You said that in the letter of Shise, I did something for her. Although I don't remember this time. But I am still very grateful to her for treating me like that. Since she thinks I am a hero, shouldn't I play this hero to the end? I also want to know what is going on here, this world, and I, Who is it?"

Dallas was stunned, I thought, he must not understand what I said, because the world that I live in is completely different from his nature. This is the opportunity I dream of ~ IndoMTL.com~ One can make a big fuss, it is dead or alive, there is no relationship between burning novels, but it will definitely find a real way.

"Then... Next we..." Dallas couldn't finish.

"I think, I know what the crow is. But now I don't plan to join forces with you. To be honest, I don't fully believe you." I interrupted him and said very bluntly:" Xie Se also said that here, the only person who can believe is himself."

Dallas looked at me with a dull expression on his face, then woke up, and hurriedly said: "But the person who commissioned the **** is me. I finally got in, and I have that letter. There are many clues in the letter. I read it out."

"Dallas, Dallas...Listen." The wheelchair came to him, stretched out his hand to wrap his neck, pressed his ear to my mouth, and said softly and cruelly to him: "I No need to burden. You do yours, I do mine, k? But don’t think I will risk my life to save you, want to be a hero? No problem, rely on yourself, because this is your own choice. You can It’s okay to persuade anyone to help you. I have no opinion. But now, you have failed to persuade me. Do you understand?". ..

Restricted Doomsday Syndrome 274 Interlude Death Text