Thriller Paradise Chapter 475: The Cursed Hospital (13)

Stay in room 216 for a while and then come out, so you don’t have to worry about encountering Chad in a short time. m

Feng Bujue's pace also slowed down a bit.

To make a long story short, ten minutes later, he walked back into the elevator and pressed the button labeled B1.

The elevator doors closed slowly, and a rumble sounded.

After a short while, the door opened again. In front of the door, there is a corridor only five meters long, and on the opposite side is a thick metal gate.

"How can it be done like a bank vault..." Feng Bujue muttered and walked out of the elevator.

The steps from the elevator door to the blood bank door, he seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly smiled: "Yes...In the Monster Kingdom, blood must be kept well."

Soon, Feng Bujue took out the key and opened the door of the blood bank. Before I went in, I heard someone say: "Who is it?"

The voice of this "person" is very unique, just like the call of an owl, even if it is a short sentence, there will still be a strange sound of "coo..." in his throat.

"It's me..." How fast Feng Bujue's reaction was. He replied without thinking, "Lester."

"Oh..." The speaker answered casually.

While speaking back, Brother Jue looked into the room...

Behind the metal door is a space of about two hundred square meters. Compared with other rooms in the hospital, this place is surprisingly spacious. There is only a desk in the middle of the entire blood bank, and the low-temperature cabinets for storing blood are neatly arranged around the room, standing against the wall.

At this moment. The "person" sitting at the desk was flipping through a magazine with a slow motion. He seemed to have a common attitude towards the visit of "Leicester".

"Because it is underground...so the space is spacious..." Feng Bujue walked into the door and said, looking at the surroundings.

"You are on duty today." The one sitting at the table spoke again.

After getting closer. Feng Bujue only noticed that this guy is also very curious...

This person’s face is divided into three layers to see...First, the bottom skin of his is rock-like texture, pits and pits, faintly revealing gloomy light; then, on this layer of skin, there is a growth. Thin green hairs. It looks quite supple...Finally, on the outer layer of his face, there is a layer of material like a fence, staggered and covered on the face, the texture is very similar to human nails.

When Feng Bujue saw this face, three sentences immediately popped out of his mind: "What is your purpose of coming to the earth? Are you performance art? Are you itchy?"

Of course, he won't really say these things.

"Yeah. It's me." After a quick glance at the other party's badge, Jue continued. "How is it going tonight... Frank?"

"It's still the same." Frank replied, "Those of us who work in 72-hour shifts (some monsters only sleep once in a few days), it's the same every time." He said, looking up and sweeping. Feng Bujue glanced at him, "You came just right, can you help me peel the apple?" He snarled at an apple placed on the table.

When Feng Bujue heard this request, he couldn't help feeling a little strange, and said in his heart: This guy can't peel his own skin? And... how did he know that I happened to have a pocket knife on me?

Although he is a little suspicious, but in order not to show his feet. Feng Bujue still did what the other party said. He picked up the apple, leaned on the edge of his desk, faced a wastebasket, and began to flatten the fruit.

"Thank you, I trouble you every time." Frank said, put down the magazine in his hand, and took the documents and pen from the desk. "Are you here to get blood for the earl?"

"Could this guy be able to read other people's thoughts..." Feng Bujue thought secretly, "Impossible... Has he already seen through me?"

"Ah...Yes." Brother Jue's cold sweat shook down, but he still made a very normal appearance on the surface, responding to each other with a calm tone.

"Well, I'll just fill in a few documents." Frank was already busy as he spoke, "You can wait a moment."

At this time, Feng Bujue noticed that Frank's left hand seemed to be disabled. His left hand has no fingers, only two short stones (which are fleshy to him) protruding out of his palm. Frank could barely hold the paper with this hand, but he certainly couldn't hold the apple or the knife.

"You are such a good person, Lester." Frank said, "Oh...I don't know who else will come to peel the apple for me after you leave." He said, shook his head, and again. A long sigh.

"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled and replied, "Perhaps... the opinions of others are different from yours. There are many people expecting me to leave, right?"

Brother Jue remembers clearly. The opening remarks at the beginning of the script mentioned... "No one likes you, Leicester"; "The Personnel Department has decided to fire you. You will be taken by a gentleman who is about to retire. Instead of... Everyone thinks he can do better than you"...

"What are you talking about?" Frank raised his head, his eyes gradually brightened, "You are the most popular employee here...Although you often do something unruly, you are always helping Everyone is busy. I heard that the dean insisted on expelling you, and everyone was sad."

"What?" Feng Bujue stopped cutting the apple, his expression changed slightly, and asked, "Wait...what about...Chad? He wanted me to go, right?"

"What happened to you today? You said something strange." Frank replied inexplicably, "You and Chad are best friends. You have been buddies from preschool to high school." He sighed slightly. He said, "I know that Chad has been unable to get out of the shadow of grief after my sister passed away, and for this reason he has angered you, but I think you will reconcile after all..."

When Feng Bujue heard this, his expression suddenly changed and his thoughts suddenly changed: "What's going on... It's different from the beginning of the script..." Suddenly, his inspiration flashed, "Wait... If the person who said that paragraph... is the dean..."

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Two minutes later, Feng Bujue finished cutting the apple and placed it in front of Frank's eyes, smiling and saying: "Okay, buddy."

Frank said: "Ah...I'll be busy here for a while." He tilted his head slightly, "B blood is in the old place, in cabinet 17, you can take two packets."

"Okay." Feng Bujue replied, walked to the wall, opened the freezer, and took out two packs of type B blood.

After that, he turned around and walked towards the door.

"Uh... let me ask by the way." When Feng Bujue walked to the door, he stopped and turned around and said, "You should know the date and time, Frank?"

This is an obvious thing. A person in an underground blood bank who only works in shifts every 72 hours should always have something to time him. Otherwise...If the person who takes over his class never comes, he will probably stay there unknowingly...

"It's..." Frank didn't look at any clocks or instruments, his eyes suddenly became serious, "December 6th, 3:30 in the morning." He paused and looked up at Brother Jue. "Lester...Your time is really running out."

He is not the first person (or ghost) to remind Leicester to pay attention to "time"... But the system has never given any relevant tips~ IndoMTL.com~ I will do it as soon as possible, don’t worry. . "Feng Bujue replied. Then, he was silent for two seconds. Before going out, he still left a sentence, "You... take care." "

At this moment, Brother Jue's eyes are solemn, he seems to know something...

He walked quickly into the elevator, returned to the second floor, and then ran in the corridor.

"Sure enough..." Feng Bujue chanted as he ran, "When I was'realized', the physiological reaction appeared..." He looked down at his hand, and the whole palm became Purple black.

"Huh..." He tried to exhale, but white mist appeared.

"Time is really running out." Feng Bujue said, "The items that are still unclear at present are...a white sock, a backup key that doesn't know what door can be opened, and a small mirror... I hope I can use it..." He glanced at his palm again, "Hoo...After handing over this blood-sending task, I have to go to the third floor anyway... Judging from the current situation, at most Hold on for an hour...Lester’s'body' will die..."