The sky was so overcast that we couldn't tell the time, black clouds wrapped in low air pressure approaching the low altitude, large and small raindrops fell on the garden roof of Enxi Hospital, Bai Chunian held up a leaf of Dripping Guanyin to cover the rain, and squatted leisurely on the fence of the roof .
Next to him was an old man in a hospital gown. He was lying on a bamboo recliner with his eyes closed. A parasol was inserted beside the recliner. Raindrops dripped down the ribs of the parasol to the old man's feet.
The old man lay on the chair and shook lightly, picked up the iron cigarette case at hand, and there was still the last hand-rolled cigarette in it. His old hand took it out tremblingly, lit it with an old-fashioned lighter, and exhaled comfortably .
He finished smoking a cigarette, stamped out the cigarette butt, and continued to close his eyes to meditate. After a while, he picked up the iron cigarette case again, but at this time there were no hand-rolled cigarettes in the cigarette case.
The old man froze, his skin began to fester and ooze blood visibly, his eyes opened suddenly, revealing a pair of red eyeballs without pupils, and the corners of his mouth were festered and torn due to the exaggerated smile.
With a ferocious smile, he rushed towards Bai Chunian, the only living person beside him, and bit his throat with his huge bloody mouth.
Just when the frantic infected patient rushed to the front, his forehead was suddenly held against a cold muzzle. After the onset of the circulating virus, the strength of the infected person will be strengthened, but such a huge impact of strength did not make Bai Chunian, who was squatting on the narrow railing, shake in the slightest.
Bai Chunian only turned around halfway, still holding the green leaf to shield the rain with one hand, and pulled the trigger with his left hand. After a deafening gunshot, the infected patient was shot in the head, and fell straight on his back, completely becoming a corpse. corpse.
Bai Chunian stuffed the green leaves to cover the rain into the hands of the dead body, barely covering the bleeding head, and lay down on the deck chair covered by the parasol, and said to the dead body: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, occupying the chair is not enough. Move."
The communicator flashed again, and Yingying said in the communicator: "I have gone to Ward 1 to see it. There is a sign under his bed on the monitor of Ward 1. It is a big ghost card. Then No. 2 and 4 The number can only be the little ghost card, I will go to the glass window and tell them now."
"Let them take another escape route." Bai Chunian turned over the corpse beside him with the toe of his shoe, and after turning the corpse face to the ground, he found a strange injection device inserted into the back of the corpse's neck. There is a small electronic screen. It seems that this device is used to control the injection through some kind of terminal equipment. The whole device is opaque, and it is impossible to peep into the injection status inside.
Bai Chunian pulled out the tactical dagger attached to the gun belt on the outside of his thigh, dug out the syringe from the corpse, cut a piece of hospital gown fabric from the corpse, wiped the syringe clean, and polished it against the light with a sigh. Then wrap it up and put it in your pocket.
Ying tore off a page from Dr. Han's notepad, wrote the words "use the little devil's card", and pasted it on the window of No. 4 ward facing the glass, and then hurriedly led Dr. Han to the elevator dedicated for surgery.
The special elevator for surgery is wider than other passenger elevators, and it has a two-way door design. The two people walked in quickly, and the elevator door slowly closed. Only then did they find that the interior of the elevator was completely sprayed with graffiti.
The high saturation of the spray paint used leads to bright and dazzling colors. The graffiti content basically revolves around four patterns of black and red flowers. The plausible clown portrait smiles strangely, and the expression is exactly the same as that of patients with advanced infection.
After Han Xingqian pressed the elevator button and there was no response, he raised his fingertips to touch the spray paint on the four walls, and twisted it: "It's not dry yet, we are in trouble."
Ying found some odds and ends in the darkest corner of the elevator, squatted over to examine it carefully, and called Han Xingqian back: "Look, Doctor Han, there is a golden balance here."
A small golden balance about thirty centimeters long was screwed to the ground, the trays on both sides were empty, and the scale pointer pointed to the "0" in the very center.
There are twelve playing cards lined up under the balance, 3 hearts, 3 clubs, 3 squares, 4 hearts, 4 clubs, 4 squares, 5 hearts, 5 clubs, 5 squares, red Peach 6, plum blossom 6, square piece 6.
Yingying squatted on the ground and wanted to pick up these cards, but only one of each number could be picked up, and the others were stuck on the ground and could not be moved.
"What a heavy card." Yingying muttered, trying to use the communicator to contact Bai Chunian, but since entering the elevator, the signal became weaker, and the other party did not respond after calling for a long time.
Firefly held the 3, 4, 5, and 6 of hearts in her hand, and tried to put them on the balance. First, she randomly divided the four cards into two piles, and weighed them with both hands. 4 and 6 are placed on the two trays of the balance respectively.
With a crisp sound, the balance suddenly tilted to the right.
"Ah! Did you make a mistake?" Firefly immediately made amends and took the cards off the balance, but it was too late, and the elevator began to descend.
Han Xingqian frowned: "The following are all infected patients, and we came up from downstairs."
The elevator stopped on the fourth floor. Before it came to a complete stop, the screams of infected patients gathered at the elevator entrance could be heard. Han Xingqian tried his best to hold down the door close button to prevent the elevator door from opening.
But the door close button is time-sensitive, the door will open automatically after a certain period of time, and the door must be closed by letting go and pressing it again.
About ten seconds later, the elevator door opened a crack. Han Xingqian quickly pressed the door close button again, but the hands of those infected patients were about to reach in. The elevator has a sensor device. If something is caught in the door, the elevator door will be closed for safety. Open immediately.
Yingying yelled, "Doctor Han, turn around and cover your eyes!"
Han Xingqian had already skillfully loaded Yingying's pistol. Hearing what the little guy said, he turned his back and raised his sleeve to cover his eyes.
Only two muffled bangs were heard, and two round bombs were thrown from the gap in the elevator. The bombs exploded among the infected patients. The strong flash and slight explosive force drove the infected patients away from the elevator.
The firefly gland J1 differentiation ability "flash bomb" can temporarily shield the opponent's senses (including the blind) and has a certain blasting impact.
The elevator door was temporarily closed again, and the infected patients frantically gathered in front of the elevator door again, slamming on the elevator door violently with terrifying force, and there was only a door between the two of them with the huge banging and gnawing roar.
Ying was sweating coldly, holding the cards and trying to calm down and think: "Isn't it the weight, then, according to the numbers? 3 plus 6 equals 4 plus 5..." He tentatively put the four cards back on the balance tray again.
This time, the scale tipped sharply to the left again.
The elevator went up quickly, and he didn't know what floor it would stop at. Han Xingqian called Yingying to guard the door, squatted down in the corner, and picked up the playing cards to weigh.
Although the appearance of these four cards is the same, the difference in density is very large. It can be intuitively felt that the 6 of hearts is the heaviest, and then becomes lighter in turn, and the 3 of hearts is the lightest.
He glanced at the rest of the cards glued to the ground, then placed the 3, 4, and 5 of hearts on the left side of the scale, and the 6 of hearts on the right side of the scale.
The balance shakes from side to side, the shaking range gradually becomes smaller, and the pointer in the middle gradually stops at the "0" position.
The elevator button was finally unlocked. Han Xingqian stood up and pressed the button on the top floor.
Ying Ying hugged Wei Chong, pointed the muzzle of the gun cautiously at the crack of the elevator door, her chest heaved violently, and asked in a trembling voice, "Okay?"
"Well, it's the equation of adding cubes. You can think of these four numbers as the edge lengths of four cubes with the same density." Han Xingqian lifted the silver lockbox under his feet again, and suddenly his eyes fell on Yingying. On the shiny buttocks, he snorted and laughed, "If I didn't tell Xiaobai, you might be able to get scolded less."
Hotaru clutched her butt in shame, a wave of wilting pheromone was emitted from the gland.
The elevator stopped on the top floor, and there was still a flight of stairs to go to the rooftop. Ying led Dr. Han carefully to the safety door of the stairs, and peeked out the situation through the door mirror.
The door mirror seemed to be blocked, and he could only see a dark red.
"The door is locked. I'll try to open it. Doctor Han, please stand back." Yingying neatly took out tools from her backpack, stuck it on the lock and pried it vigorously.
With a click, the lock was released, and the safety door slowly opened inward.
Yingying froze for a moment, a cold chill poured from head to toe.
An infected patient kept one eye closed and peeped at the door mirror. After the safety door opened, his face immediately festered, and the corners of his mouth were teared to the point of his ears into a smile.
There were countless infected patients standing crowded behind him. The moment he saw Yingying, he neatly tore the corners of his mouth and revealed a weird and exaggerated smile.
After a pause for a few seconds, a large number of infected patients roared and squeezed into the safety door, grabbing Hotaru's body with their bloodstained hands, and opened their mouths greedily and frantically to welcome the fresh food.
Ying quickly took off her backpack and threw it to Dr. Han who was not close to the safety door. She desperately resisted the safety door, shot at the infected patients around Dr. Han with a micro-punch, and shouted at him: "Get in the elevator, Doctor Han, quickly hide in!"
There were not many bullets left in the micro-charge, and Yingying calculated in her heart, if she saved one shot to kill herself, would it be enough to protect Dr. Han from escaping.
Suddenly, there was a force pulling the safety door in the opposite direction. Yingying didn't care about thinking too much, and just pressed against the door to prevent the infected patients from coming out. The safety door was suddenly locked, and the heavy force brought Yingying staggering forward. The sudden closing of the security door cut the infected patients who were still crowded by the door in half.
After a brief silence, the thick security door gradually bulged, and then the protrusion burst. A hand wearing a black fingerless glove reached in, gently broke the hydraulic lock from the inside, and pushed the door open.
Bai Chunian was clasped with bullet belts, carrying a M98B painted with red flames, and stepped into the doorway. A bloodstain was splashed on his cold white cheeks, and behind him lay a large number of fragmented corpses lying down.
He grabbed Yingying, who was still in shock, and dragged him to his side, casually like dragging a suckling animal, and raised his chin to Han Xingqian: "The support hasn't arrived yet, come with me first."
"Your students will be eaten later." Han Xingqian heaved a sigh of relief, and pushed the gold mirror on the bridge of his nose, and his hair covered the white keratin that grew faintly between the forehead hair in an emergency.
"Just kidding. I almost let the literati do it." Bai Chunian put his arm on Dr. Han's shoulder, looked back at Yingying, wiped his tear-stained face with his rough gloved hand, and curled up the corners of his lips. Threatening, "If you cry again, I will throw you down, and I will embarrass you."
Hotaru stopped her sobs, her face was flushed red by rough hands.
Han Xingqian took Bai Chunian's hand off his shoulder: "Stay away from me, you smell like a male lion in love."
Most of the high-rise wards of the hospital are high-end wards for VIPs, and there are a few stiff and dull patients and nurses walking in the corridors.
Bai Chunian walked in front with the M98B in his hand, as if taking a stroll, cleaning up the patients in the corridor was a breeze. The marble floor he walked on was soaked in blood, leaving a row of dismissive red footprints.