Just because they chose the wrong starting time, Zhong Kui and his companions were caught in a dilemma in the dark corridor. They did not have much time to waste. Either they rushed in regardless of the consequences, or they evacuated immediately. However, both choices seemed to mean failure of the action. Making a decision between two failed options was like hesitating about the method of suicide before committing suicide.
The dog traitor used his left arm to hold the unconscious man in front of him, leaning against the corner of the ward, pale. He was a murderer, a rescuer, a hostage-taker, and at the same time, he was a hostage-taker. The cold reality made him lost. This ward was like a white box with no way out, forcing him to find his true self and to choose between repentance and curse.
For some species, the smell of death can be smelled. Hu Yi can smell this smell. There is always this smell in the hospital, but it is stronger now, not only because the bed in front of him that is used to hold the door is soaked in blood, but the body on the bed has long been turned into a corpse. He has no interest in considering the true meaning of death. Professional habits force him to think about the next proposition.
Initially, I thought that the dog traitor was finished and would become a corpse. However, the last gunshot and the silence after the gunshot overturned this idea. The ghost-pretending commandos were quietly in the corridor and did not retreat, which meant that they had not yet realized their ideals. It meant that someone had caused trouble and was still alive. This person could only be the traitor. Even the devil would appreciate the traitor's desire to survive.
Li Youcai is a traitor, but he is a friend; are the Rangers considered friendly forces? But they are now Zhong Kui! He was an Eighth Route Army soldier, but now he is a detective. The confusing logical relationship did not disturb Hu Yi's choice. He is a killer. His way of judging the enemy is ruthless and simple. He only looks at who the opponent's gun is pointing at, without asking who misunderstood whom. No matter who apologizes, they can only apologize to whose grave!
The bed was moved away, the door was gently opened, and the killer was covered in black from head to toe, making the white wall look colder and the blood look more colorful.
Three or four consecutive gunshots echoed in the long corridor. Zhong Kui, who was standing guard at the end of the corridor facing the door, was shot in the back and fell down. The blood quickly spread on the ground and slowly overflowed from under the door, darkened by the sunlight outside the door.
Then there was a series of rapid shooting at the T-shaped corner of the corridor. The bullet casings fell on the stone brick floor with an especially crisp sound, and kept jumping. Those Zhong Kuis who were hesitating near a certain ward rushed into other wards on both sides of the corridor in panic to hide.
Another corpse of Zhong Kui was added to the corridor. The killer flashed back to the corner and leaned against the wall to change the magazine. He no longer poked his head out, but loaded bullets into the empty magazine one by one. He loaded slowly, and each bullet made a clear sound as it was inserted. The clicks were evenly spaced, like the sound of a pendulum second by second.
Whether retreating or charging, they had to eliminate this new factor threatening the corridor. The Zhong Kuis quickly calmed down, gestured to each other across the corridor from the ward door, asking if anyone had a grenade. Then a grenade was thrown out along the corridor with great force, rolling rapidly, and gracefully bouncing against the hard and smooth ground, until it completely slid on the corridor floor.
After the explosion, the T-shaped corner was covered in gray. Two Zhong Kuis rushed out, each standing on the two sides of the corridor, holding guns and rushing towards the corner of the corridor in parallel.
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Because of the hesitation on whether to retreat, another traitor in black appeared. He killed two and injured one before disappearing in the hospital. After quickly searching several spaces within the range, they realized the ruthless passage of time and how precious every second was. Only then did they make up their minds to retreat immediately. More than a dozen Zhong Kuis were divided into two teams and ran in opposite directions in the corridor, half of them hurriedly towards the front door, and the other half hurriedly towards the backyard exit.
It was too late. Outside the hospital, police whistles were blaring endlessly, the detective team were pedaling their bicycles hurriedly, the patrol motorcycles of the gendarmerie had already appeared on the streets within visible range, and a team of patrol police who happened to be nearby were rushing to the main and back doors of the hospital. Even if they had come out half a minute earlier, they would not be in this situation.
There are not many patrol police and there is one last chance to break out. The leader of Zhong Kui finally made a decisive decision to give up the breakout, occupy the hospital, and gather all the survivors in the hospital as hostages. Before being killed, they want to become killers.
In the sunlight, the stone walls and gray tiles, the plaster flag hanging on the hospital still did not move because of the lack of wind, like a hanging robe, lifeless white and red.
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Commander Maeda sat on the motorcycle and did not get off. He was fiddling with the saber in his hand. Three people stood lifelessly beside the car: a military police officer in army green, a police captain in black, and a detective squad captain in plain clothes. Their expressions looked as if they were all dead and numb in the sunlight.
He unsheathed the knife a few inches, and it was shining brightly, reflecting Maeda's face, which seemed to be in deep thought, and then he sheathed it again.
The prisoners became Li Youcai's hostages, and the doctors, interns, nurses and a dozen wounded became the hostages of the Rangers. They were all surrounded in this lifeless hospital. The logical relationship was clear at a glance. No matter what they did, they could not get the best result. The major was unwilling to come and left the matter entirely to the military police commander Maeda.
Maeda remained silent and did not express his opinion, allowing his three subordinates who were waiting for orders to continue to act like zombies.
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Li Youcai didn't think he could survive. Through the window and the fence, he could see countless gun muzzles in the distance, but that couldn't save him. On both sides of the wall outside the door were still Zhong Kui waiting to kill or save people. He didn't dare to let go of the hostages. If the military police rushed into the hospital, he would die. If they didn't rush into the hospital, he couldn't survive either. It was just a matter of time. The wall behind him was growing colder.
The hostages were being gathered, the Zhong Kuis set up sentries everywhere, and all the curtains were being drawn, room by room, door by door. The long corridor became darker and darker, as if the lingering light of life was gradually fading away.
They were taken hostage and led to the assembly area. The doctors were desperate and the nurses were sad. When the wounded tried to resist, gunshots were fired and they were immediately turned from hostages into corpses. The Zhong Kuis did not deal with them at all, leaving the new corpses on the floor of the dark corridor or on the beds, flowing silently, just darkening the ground again, making the black footprints more numerous, messier, and more like hell. At least they wore masks, so no one could see their despair. The pleasure of the executioners boosted their courage to face death.
The darker environment increased the difficulty of the search. Fierce gunfire broke out again in a certain area. The corridor became an echo amplifier. No matter where you stood, you felt that the battle was very close. The gunshots and fragments seemed to be next door.
The hostages all stopped and looked back, looking at the darkness at the end of the corridor, praying desperately for the hero's safety. How ironic is this world in the graveyard, who is praying for whom in the darkness? Who is killing for whom in the darkness? Who is the real killer? Who is the enemy of whom? Who is the enemy
If it weren't for the hurried running sounds, two white masks would float like ghosts, passing through the dark corridor and coming in front of the leader Zhong Kui, with their guns still hot in their hands: "Another brother is lost. He is more familiar with the environment than us. You have to give me two more people."
"Enough!" The masked leader's voice was anxious. He was indeed anxious: "Block a few corridors. We have to get down to business. There is no time for cat and mouse! The Japanese haven't responded yet because they haven't seen how they will die." He pulled out a wounded Japanese soldier from the side and pushed him to the two masks: "Let him die outside the door."
A man wearing a Zhong Kui mask pushed a wounded Japanese soldier and started walking, telling him that if he dared to run, two more would be killed because of him. It was not known whether the wounded Japanese soldier understood or not, but he just kept pushing and talking as he walked around the corner of the corridor. The long corridor leading to the two spring doors was the last part of the journey. The sunlight was just outside the two doors, and the bright lines of the cracks in the doors were as dazzling as the gates of heaven. The wounded Japanese soldier collapsed and could only be dragged by Zhong Kui, who dragged him across the cold, sticky black ground, leaving behind black footprints.
The door opened, and the wounded Japanese soldier was so blinded by the sudden light that he couldn't open his eyes in time. He collapsed at the hospital entrance, facing the large gun muzzles across the yard, unable to see a thing. Then gunshots were heard behind him, and the two doors swayed and closed, continuing to creak and make rotational friction noises.
The world returned to silence again, both inside and outside the tomb, it was silent, and the long journey continued.
The second hostage was ruthlessly pulled up in the darkness, pushed violently into the corridor, and fell down.
White shoes, white pants, white gown, white hat. The gown only goes over the knees, with a white waist string tied at the back, a round high collar, also tied at the back; the white hat has a band at the bottom, a wide wrinkle at the top, and a red cross printed on the forehead. The nurse struggled to stand up in the corridor, and her fall caused a large area of darkness on the ground to be scratched. After she stood up, the white gown appeared black in the bad light, and turned red again when she passed by the slightly brighter open door.
With the gun pointed at her, she staggered and trembled, her hands clasped tightly against her white chest. She was terrified to face the final journey, so terrified that she forgot to cry.
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There was a room with no windows, only a slightly open door that let in dim light from the corridor, revealing the outlines of rows of cabinets in the room, as well as the figure of a gunman beside the door. He stared at the corridor silently.
Hu Yi found that Zhong Kui and his men had finally become smart. They stopped searching for him and started doing their business. They knew that killing people was for the sake of showing it to the devils. This was progress. This was good. Only killing could end it all. It was a pity that he still had no chance to get close to Li Youcai's position. This was a dead end.
Just now, a wounded Japanese soldier was dragged over. Now, footsteps were heard in the corridor. It seemed that this was the second one. If Zhong Kui and his men wanted to increase the pressure on the Japanese soldiers, they should pull out a doctor or a nurse to kill them, which would be more effective? Hu Yi thought so and continued to watch in the dark.
A white figure appeared in the dark passage. It was a Japanese nurse, covered in white blood. She looked like a desperate ghost floating towards the altar at the end of the darkness. She was illuminated again and again by the dim light passing by, becoming clearer from far to near.
The onlooker in the darkness actually frowned because of this. He had no sympathy and was not good at compassion, just because he actually recognized the face of the desperate ghost, but he just looked at it, unmoved, as if he was also a corpse.
Is there a boundary between black and white
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