Aliens hate hospitals.
Unlike the realistic sensory stimulation of vampires and werewolves, demons don't like hospitals because, well, everyone knows, no one likes to open a knocked door and find that the person who came turned around and left.
Huanren doesn’t like hospitals because, well, in Huanren’s vision, this place is filled with a lot of gloomy gray. Occasionally, dazzling white light will light up from a certain ward, accompanied by the noise of electric shocks. Sometimes this white will It turns into a blue color of relief, and more often than not, it completely darkens and returns to a dark cloud.
As for the shapeshifter, nothing could be seen from the emotionless face, but one could guess that he was very hungry.
A faint bright yellow covered the body of Jin, 'Wells', and what was fed back to the real world was 'Wells' body temperature. Danny floated in the room, frowning. This kind of work was boring, but at least it was within his capabilities.
We can understand that people always crave warmth at various times, especially in a hospital. The various rays of light just circled around Huan Ren's body and then flowed towards Wells, who was wrapped like a mummy on the bed.
The thick black ink bypassed the guards in police uniforms and stopped in front of Danny, who looked like glass. That's Mike.
The phantom man's body floated slightly away from the black mass. Regarding the demon, Danny didn't know what mentality he should use to face it. Although they are both alien souls, they follow completely different paths. Danny stepped out of the boundaries of the Earthbinder and became what he is now, while the devil was connected to hell when he was the Earthbinder.
Let us not use the prejudicial word "degenerate", describing it like this, accepting the "education" of the predecessors, and upgrading to become a devil.
Don't say that Mike took a shortcut. After all, there are countless guys in hell who are not demons. And there are unlucky guys like shadow people and even wandering spirits. Although Danny had a sense of superiority that he could "walk the right path on his own", this sense of superiority disappeared when he thought that he could only provide body heat to the shapeshifters.
"We're leaving." Mike, who was temporarily out of the container, could not maintain his shape like Crowley. In the ink-black mass, bright red light shone through the envelope. He was conveying the outside decision, "They don't know what is affecting the direction of events, so they can only let 'Wells' disappear."
Danny nodded, but Jin on the bed spoke, "No, I still have to go to court, and those people need to pay for what they did to me."
"What are you talking about?" The guard outside the ward poked his head in, looking through the two slit legs, covered with plaster bandages, hanging in the air, and looked at the unfortunate face supported by the fixator.
"No. Close the door. I'm a patient. No more sex." Jin said these words without any tone, making the guard curl his lips in disgust and slam the door shut.
"You are Jin, not Wells." Danny shook his head helplessly. The most dangerous exchange of identities, with the help of Crowley's demon, went smoothly, and the plan went smoothly to the next step. For no reason, Jin suddenly got too involved. What he said was completely from Wells' point of view, completely abandoning their plan, which made people confused.
"It doesn't matter who I am." Jin's voice was plain and straightforward, as he always was, but this was the uncomfortable part. "I was lying on the hospital bed. There was nothing. The situation couldn't get any worse. Why not Fight it once.”
"Do you still remember why we came?" Danny asked helplessly.
"I remember, but it doesn't matter anymore. I'm lying in this position. I have to do this. This is what I should do." Jin replied.
Don't think they didn't check this bed, this ward, and nothing came of it. If there was nothing else they could do, neither Mike nor Danny would want to trouble Crowley and Grande, who actually gave them this task.
Danny looked at the inky black mass inquiringly, asking what to do next.
Bright red flashed in the inky black, "Sorry, Jin, I'll be fine in a moment."
The blackness gathered together, like a water snake snaking in the water, rushing towards the shapechanger on the bed.
The water snake like mist hit 'Wells' chest and spread, and thin threads like spider silk coiled around the body covered by white bandages. 'Wells' was about to open his mouth and say something, but the black thread was like a flying needle thread, piercing the shapechanger's lips up and down! On the suddenly opened mouth, the black thread was horribly tightened and pulled shut!
Do you have any beautiful fantasies about the abilities of demons who are imprisoned in hell and tortured for eternity
The black silk threads did not stop, eyes, ears, even nostrils, and all openings on the body, the silk threads were like unstoppable steel needles, rapidly piercing, revealing, and sewing!
Danny's body wrapped in the colorful stream of light retreated again. He was also a soul alien, allowing him to see scenes that other aliens could not see. I don’t know if it’s unfortunate or lucky.
A piercing alarm sounded, and the black threads gathered towards 'Wells' left chest while making a rapid sound and the door being knocked open, stabbing in!
Danny the Illusive Man could see the sewn-up, immobile heart.
"ambulance!"
The small ward was quickly filled with people. As the guards shouted, the nurses pushed these strong men, "Get out! Let the doctors do their work!"
Danny's hand moved through the air, and the halo covering 'Wells' body slowly peeled off and dissipated.
"Charge! Hands off!... No heart rhythm! Try again!..."
The shouts rang out every time the radio frequency noise was heard, and the body of 'Wells' was bounced up by the click. The dazzling white light enveloped the fantasy man Danny who had been forced to retreat to the corner of the ceiling. The colors all over his body were... Being knocked apart, the boundaries of the body almost merged with the dazzling white!
Why? The expectations and delusions that exploded in this moment were too great for our fantasy people to bear. Think about it, this is the ** that doctors look forward to reviving the dead. There is no ** more powerful than this!
Return from powerful passion to reality.
The ward was completely quiet, "Let's announce it." The man covered in white put the pacemaker back on his hand and glanced at the clock on the wall, "Time of death..."
The phantom Daniel, who lives on human flesh, is no longer oppressed and slowly falls from the corner. The gray color returns to this place.
White was covering 'Wells' face, but that wasn't the end yet.
Danny floated quietly to the side. He could feel that the real heartbeat of the shapeshifter was still there, but it was beating a little fiercely, obviously resisting the rape of the demon Mike.
There was a lot of noise outside the ward. The medical records had been taken away. The doctor looking through them seemed to be confused as to why this was happening. He was asking whether to perform an autopsy to get a clearer picture of the cause of the sudden cardiac arrest.
The guards frowned. They had no decision-making power and began to report to their superiors, waiting for feedback.
This time is not long. Please consider the reality of the city of Barton and the attitude of the Barton Police Department towards the whole matter. The answer to whether an autopsy is required is no.
This is the real end.
When Wells' hospital bed was rolled out, Danny heard the doctor's words. The helpless middle-aged doctor held an X-ray, "I don't know if you care, but I looked at it carefully. The only It could be a blood clot that was here last time, and most of the time, they go away on their own. But there is a very small chance that they can get into the heart and cause an arrest."
The doctor looked at the guard who didn't care, shook his head, put down the medical record, "It's up to you, I told you anyway..."
Danny thought for a while and decided to tell Zach. After all, the reason for all this was that James didn't want Wells to die.
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Zach sat at his desk, as usual, shaking the wine glass in his other hand, waiting for the silence in the receiver to pass.
James' voice was low, "Wells still has no legal status."
"Yes." Zach felt that he couldn't smile now, so he replied calmly, "Kim has returned safely, and he has no more thoughts of continuing to be 'Wells', if you care."
Zach could hear breathing on the other side of the receiver, showing he was disgusted with Zach's deliberate teasing.
"Where's Wells?"
"He's fine." Zach curled his lips, "Crowley will get rid of the blood clot, and he will live well."
"So..." James seemed to take a breath before saying this, "He is really going to die today."
"Yes." Zach tilted his head. He was also thinking about this weird direction. If 'something' really arranged all this, what a depressing ending it would be.
"Hey!" Zach still laughed, "James, he is still alive, you saved him. You have paid off your guilt." Zach raised his eyebrows, "Although I think you are just being sentimental. .”
There was silence again on the other side of the receiver, but there was a familiar sound of tutting. Zach shook his head, "Okay, James, you and your partner should be at ease now. I don't think anyone is willing to carry Wells." If you want to prosecute, right?"
Usually, gang members like the 'General' are prosecuted by the government, such as the police and prosecutor's offices, and Wells is just a witness at most. It's just that Barton's environment (gangs can't develop in a small way, Volume 5) makes the city government feel that this is a waste of manpower, so Wells will become the litigant personally, and it's ridiculous to say that Wells It is based on injury compensation and has nothing to do with punishing criminals.
This seemed to poke James' pain again, and the phone was hung up.
Zach looked at the receiver and pouted, then put down the phone. The vampire really didn't mean to be sarcastic, and James was a bit too stingy.
"Why are you still here?" Louise opened the office door and looked sideways at the time on the clock, "Don't you have an appointment with Madison?"
Zach looked at the time. There were still fifteen minutes to eight o'clock. Zach raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry, I want him to struggle with the thought of 'will he come?' for a while longer." Zach smiled. With.
Madison, uh no, that's me, I shouldn't mess with vampires, after all, he is still the master of Grande, well, the boss who lives by sucking blood and picked me back to Grande. (..)