Cooking in the Monster Shelter

The two corpses in the room were still emitting a burst of scorching odor. Lin Hao's perception ability was much stronger than that of ordinary people. At this moment, she smelled uncomfortably, and she left the door holding her breath.

The hospital was bleak, and the deep corridor was illuminated by the light of a flashlight. The stairs are in the front of the hall. When passing the corner, Lin Ma saw a group photo posted on the wall.

The faces and bodies of most people were smeared into a chaotic black mass by the signature pen, making it difficult to see the original appearance. What is very special is that the images of two men and a woman have not been damaged in the slightest, and they are very strange in the turbulent darkness.

They are all wearing large white hospital gowns, standing very close to each other, it can be seen that the relationship is very close. Quite different from the sluggish or maddened mental patient she imagined, the faces of all three of them were filled with soft and serene smiles.

"Look at the man on the far right," Lin Lin leaned closer, and the clear voice slowly dispersed in the silent corridor. "Is he talking to a blackened person?"

Lu Yinge didn't answer, his eyes fixed on the place she mentioned.

The man standing on the right side of the trio turned his head slightly open, and seemed to be whispering to the people next to him in a very good mood, but the whole body of the other party was blacked out, and his appearance, body and even gender were unknown.

"From the perspective of physical movements, these four people are unconsciously approaching each other. The relationship should be very close." Lin Hao continued, "but only one of them was painted black. The reason is really intriguing."

Lu Yinge lowered his voice: "Will the people who were blacked out were all the victims of the fire? These three people survived for some reason, so the image was not erased."

"But the report says that the number of remains in the hospital is exactly the same as the total number of people." She paused, trying to sort out the chaotic information in her mind, "Perhaps...for the person who painted the black portrait, only they are special. "

Lu Yinge pointed to the only one of the four who couldn't see his appearance: "You mean him? But he has no reason to erase himself."

It is troublesome to use your brain to guess, not to mention that there are few clues now, and it is impossible to guess the cause and effect.

Concubine Lin gave up thinking, and carelessly touched the dagger around her waist: "It's okay. Even if we can't figure it out, everyone upstairs will say everything."

She spoke lightly and relaxedly, with a leisurely smile at the end, which made Lu Yinge feel cold behind her back.

The previous partner gloomily chased the two tall men and poked their heads out of the cabinet door, which really shocked him. Now look at her expression...

I'm afraid it's not the villain's script, it's the kind of torture to extract a confession if it doesn't agree with it.

Climbing up the stairs to the second floor, you can clearly smell the blood in the air. Darkness and rust are intertwined, eroding the human senses a little bit. Lu Yinge, who has performed many tasks, can't help but curl his brow slightly.

Through the glass windows in the corridor, you can see the outside scene.

Looking up is a bleak crescent moon, and dim and dim light is scattered on the windowsill; looking down, the ground is endless pitch black, as if the hospital itself is suspended in the endless darkness.

The stairs from the second floor to the third floor were locked by an iron door. Lin Yu's tin foil unlocking and Lu Yinge's violent kicking on the door all ended in failure. After thinking about it, he decided to stay on this floor and look for clues.

Lu Yinge was very disdainful of her lock picking behavior: "Sneaking, not proper."

Lin Yan glanced at the iron gate that was dented by him, and shook his head: "Anyone who is brave but not intent is hard to become a powerful weapon."

These two people are on the bar.

According to the two big men, the patients in this layer are much more brutal than the two of them. Thinking of the two bald-headed friends who were inexplicably receiving lunch boxes, Lin Yu sighed quietly: "It's a pity, they are dead before the surplus value is squeezed out."

Lu Yinge gave her a complicated look.

Looking at your expression, I thought I felt very sympathetic to them, but was this what someone said? Villain characters in TV series are rarely so frantic! Are you Luhua squeezing peanut oil when you are someone? The evil bourgeoisie!

"But," she thought of something, her eyes brightened, "Do you remember what they said last? Medical staff are more dangerous than patients... Obviously it is not reasonable, isn't it? In other words, it's a normal person with a sound mind."

Before Lu Yinge could answer, he suddenly heard a hoarse, unfamiliar male voice from not far away. The two followed the prestige and saw three figures walking side by side at the other end of the corridor.

Their heights are surprisingly consistent, and even their voices coincide perfectly. Three completely different tones are mixed, full of frantic smiles: "Lost lost little mouse, don't run away."

As they gradually approached, the fuzzy figure finally became clear.

The three tall men held sharp scalpels in their hands, and they all wore blood-stained gowns. The scarlet blood stains almost dyed the clothes pure red. They all wore snow-white masks, without noses and lips, only hollow eyes protruding from the gaps, illuminated by the moonlight like flames floating in the sky.

Lin Lin: "Why do you wear a mask for the second disease in this group? They are too ugly to see people?"

Lu Yinge actually responded very seriously: "Perhaps because of shame."

Hearing this conversation, the three of them were all startled in a daze.

Except for a few extremely cruel guys, whoever saw them all fled, and the two of them started to tell cold jokes without moving?

This is definitely a provocation.

The three of them trembled all over at the same frequency, speeding up their progress. The scalpel pierced the air in front of her, and the little girl not far away just smiled lightly and raised her hand to make a "three" gesture to the man beside her.

Three patients, three points.

They didn’t know how to torture the two of them. Lin Lin once suffocated in a certain horror game that could only run away with a camera. At this time, she came to a scene that was very similar to the game. I can't wait to get out of the evil anger.

They don't even know that in the eyes of the two outsiders, all the patients are not fierce and terrifying monsters, but the scores of walking.

The two outsiders stepped forward at the same time, and their speed was incredible, rushing to the masked people on both sides one by one.

The scalpel was hurriedly raised, and before he had time to cut a round arc in the air, his wrist was firmly held. Although they have been strengthened physically, they are essentially ordinary people without any professional training. As soon as they tried to fight hard, their arms were twisted in the opposite direction, and a cracking fracture sounded from their ears.

A tear overflowed from the mask hole.

The mask man with his broken arm hurts, and he cried so loudly.

"Next..."

She raised her leg and kicked him to the ground, then turned to look at the one standing in the center.

His eyes met, there was no spark, he just felt that he was dying.

"Hello." The masked man raised his scalpel and gave a dry smile. "Do you want to eat steak? I'll cut it for the two of you."

Concubine Lin squatted down and picked up his partner's scalpel and mask, and put the mask on his face to look at him: "We want to eat people's rows even more."

There is no way to continue talking this day.

The masked man ran away, and the little girl shouted with a smile behind him: "Lost lost little mouse, don't run away."

Mask man:?

What are you doing! It's too much! This woman not only snatched their weapons and masks, but now she also copied their slogans! Can he not run, waiting to be made into a platoon?

The mask man made his eyes red from aggrieved, and tried his best to comfort himself: it doesn't matter, he and his brothers have placed many traps in the aisle, as long as the two of them get caught in one of them, he will have a chance to escape and be born...

Halfway through the thought, he suddenly fell cold, and his whole body stopped like a petrified person.

—Not far from the front, a woman in a white nurse uniform stood upright, standing still and staring at him.

Those eyes were completely occupied by the scarlet bloodshot eyes, and there was no trace of sober consciousness, only the overwhelming killing intent was hidden inside.

Concubine Lin and Lu Yinge also saw her in the distance, and stopped at the same time.

Only the misty moonlight shrouded the woman. She giggled, her body acting like a stiff doll, and she made a shrill sound as her bones shattered as she moved forward: "It's late at night. Staying in the corridor, but you will be punished."

The masked man was dumbfounded with fright, and the sound of trembling teeth gradually filled the entire corridor.

Concubine Lin bent her eyes innocently and pointed in the direction of the man: "Sister, I want to report. He forced us to stay here with a knife."

The mask man froze on the spot, tremblingly at the scalpel in his hand.

He couldn't wash it after he jumped into the Yellow River. Hey! This guy not only grabs things, she also gives a small report! Are such excessive human beings real?

But the survival instinct finally defeated the annoyance. The two-meter-high man instantly curled up into a little daughter-in-law, and ran behind Lin Yu with a crying voice: "You, you guys, be careful, this woman is a utter lunatic!"

Crazy people say that others are lunatics, and they feel strange no matter how they hear them.

Concubine Lin said "Oh" and smiled lightly at the nurse: "Sister, do you know where the key to the third floor is?"

Not knowing why, there was a wave of sympathy in the mask man's heart.

—It is for that nurse.