"I am Mairada! I am the descendant of the great god of war, Ares! Human! How dare you imprison me! Human! Human! Do you hear me? Let me out! Let me out! "
In the guardhouse, Mairada grabbed the iron bars with both hands and slammed them madly. No one cared about his craziness … Apart from one on duty, the rest of the police officers were pulled over by Uncle Pic for sponsored partnerships.
The police officers' judgment of the suspect was that he was a lunatic who was addicted to virtual reality games and fantasized that he was a superhuman with superpowers.
Therefore, after listening to Uncle Pic's opinion, the current police chief decisively imprisoned Mairada temporarily and tried to contact his family … Then, he went to have sponsored partnerships with Uncle Pic.
Mealtime passed early. Seeing that there was nothing else to do, the police officers on duty also started to have sponsored partnerships after the takeout hamburgers arrived … In the dimly lit corridors of the prison, beast-like roars could be heard from time to time.
"Let me out … Stupid mortals! I am … "
"Don't disturb my meal!"
Bang!
Once the doors of the corridor closed, it became much quieter. The police officers on duty ate several layers of sandwiches and sent them out … happily.
It was impossible to let him go, at least not for the time being. News from the hospital said that the teenagers who were sent to the hospital were seriously injured and had yet to wake up … This lunatic was probably going to be sentenced!
As for why Mairada was so crazy, it was very likely that it was because he had suddenly lost all his powers and became an ordinary person that even Uncle Pic couldn't beat. Therefore, he couldn't get over himself and lost his mind … How was that possible?!
"Today's sandwiches are still very good."
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In the small town hospital, not only the medical staff, but also most of the patients were wearing masks. Because for the whole day, the hospital was filled with an extremely pungent stench … It smelled like rotting rat corpses in the sewers.
However, the engineer who was hired to check the ventilation system couldn't find the source of the stench after a careful inspection. Under such a troublesome situation, the town's hospital could only endure the stench for the time being and operate as usual … Although it was said to be operating as usual, in fact, many patients who came for minor ailments chose to leave in the end.
The corridors were very quiet. A nurse wearing two layers of disinfectant masks slowly pushed a cart filled with medicine. She was going to deliver the medicine to the hospitalized patients.
Obviously, in such an environment, the work efficiency was greatly affected. However, when the nurse came to the ward, she was surprised to see that there were still people who could endure the stench … There were several of them.
Furthermore, they were all elderly. The nurse would often deliver medicine to them, so she knew the condition of these elderly people very well … Their bodies were getting worse and worse. Now, they could only rely on the stimulation of medicine to temporarily rejuvenate the last of their energy … If they did not wait for the surgery or new medical technology that they needed, these elderly people's lives would come to an end.
"Are you sure you don't feel uncomfortable at all? Do you need me to open the window for you? " The nurse walked to an old woman's window and whispered, "The air here is too stuffy … You should breathe more fresh air for your illness."
"No, I don't feel stuffy." She had been lying in bed for three months. Now, the number of times her children came to visit her had changed from daily to once a week. The old lady shook her head. "I don't feel any strange smell. It's good that it's like this now. It makes me feel more comfortable."
Comfortable?
The nurse secretly shook her head and suddenly had a strange idea. That was, this strange smell seemed to be very suitable for these patients who were about to die … It was as if the smell of death was actually emitted from their bodies.
Of course, this was just a subconscious thought, and it couldn't be taken seriously … The nurse was also secretly shocked by her own thoughts. As a medical staff, they had to take an oath when they joined the team, and this was a violation of her previous oath!
"I'd better open the window for you. It's too stuffy here." The nurse shook her head, "Besides, you should take your medicine."
The strange thing was that the old woman who didn't like to take medicine just quietly watched the nurse open the window.
The nurse suddenly felt a chill behind her. She couldn't help but shiver … She turned around but saw nothing. She only saw the old woman lying down and covered with the quilt.
When did she lie down? She was supposed to be sitting up, leaning against the headboard while talking to him.
For some reason, the nurse suddenly felt a little flustered. She quickly put down the pills and hurriedly gave a few words of advice. Then, she quickly pushed the trolley and left the ward. Even though she knew that this method was completely against the professional ethics of a medical staff.
It was really weird.
For the whole day, the whole hospital seemed to be filled with this weird atmosphere. Especially the lights on the ceiling of the hospital corridor. At this time, they suddenly flickered, making people feel more and more uncomfortable.
"The voltage is unstable … I'll find an electrician instead!" The nurse thought to herself … In fact, the electrician had checked and repaired several times for this situation, but every time he couldn't find the right one. These lights would soon return to their current unstable state again.
The strange atmosphere seemed to be getting thicker and thicker. The nurse pushed the stretcher trolley alone and walked carefully in the corridor.
She didn't know what she was afraid of … This kind of fear even gave her goosebumps, making it difficult for her to keep calm.
There was a flash … and then darkness. The corridor of the hospital suddenly turned completely dark.
The nurse raised her voice. The lights dimmed in an instant, then brightened up again. Then, the lights dimmed again. At this moment, a human face appeared in front of her eyes the moment the lights came back on.
"Ah!"
She was suddenly shocked, feeling that her heart was about to jump out. Her hands and feet were cold.
"I'm sorry, I scared you."
The lights in the corridor suddenly returned to normal and no longer flickered … The nurse saw a man with his long hair casually tied up.
He looked to be in his thirties, wore white gloves on both hands, and carried a shoulder bag on his back … He looked like a down-and-out scholar: Teacher Pu Lin.
"No … I'm just … Forget it." The nurse shook her head, then frowned and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"No, there's nothing." Mr. Pulin smiled and shook his head, "I'm just going to visit a friend … I didn't expect to scare you."
"It's already past the visiting hours!" The nurse frowned, "Sir, you should leave, or you may disturb other patients' rest time."
"Okay." Mr. Pulin nodded and directly left in front of the nurse.
The nurse looked at him doubtfully and muttered, "The guards are getting more and more lax … They even let people in at this time. Huh? "
After muttering, she suddenly remembered that the man with gloves didn't seem to care about the strange smell of the hospital at this time. Unexpectedly, his expression didn't change.
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After Mr. Pulin disappeared from the nurse's sight, he didn't leave the hospital immediately. He just found another way … another way that could lead him to the observation room where Mr. Smith's wife was currently in.
When he came to the observation room, he looked through the glass window and saw that Mr. Smith seemed to have collapsed from exhaustion. He was curled up alone in the corner, wearing a messy set of clothes.
Mr. Pulin took a glance and then quietly pushed open the door of the observation room, walking in … and sitting in front of the unconscious Mrs. Debra.
He lifted a corner of the quilt and then took out Mrs. Debra's arm from the quilt … Mr. Pulin carefully looked at the back of Mrs. Debra's hand, as if thinking about something.
Mrs. Debra was in a deep sleep at this time. If it wasn't for the constantly beating instrument showing the data, perhaps many people would have thought that Mrs. Debra had been dead for a long time. On the arm that was taken out, there were livor mortis that only a dead person would have!
Yes, not only was there livor mortis on Mrs. Debra's arm, even the skin on her arm had been torn off. It was as though a gentle tearing would tear off a large piece … In fact, one could even see long, cream-colored worms within the torn skin!
"Is she going to die soon …" Mr. Pulin lowered his head and looked carefully. Finally, he slowly sighed and took out a box from his shoulder bag.
The box was just an ordinary preservation box. As for what was inside, it was some soil with fresh moss. This was what he had dug out early in the morning from the forest in the outskirts of the town … He had met the new students of the Divinity School on the bus this morning, not because they had to exercise early, but because he had gotten the black soil from the preservation box in the outskirts of the forest more than ten kilometers away.
Mr. Pulin casually grabbed a handful of black soil from the box, and then gently sprinkled it on Mrs. Debra's body!
No one knew what he was trying to do, or what he was doing. All they knew was that the sudden appearance of the black moss had actually restored Mrs. Debra's rotting arm!
In fact, not much time had passed. Mrs. Debra, who was unconscious on the sickbed, became very energetic because of the black soil sprinkled on her body.
Later, Mr. Pulin slowly retreated … and left the observation room. He came in front of Mr. Smith, and then sprinkled the black soil with moss on Mr. Smith's body.
It turned out that Mr. Smith's neck had a similar condition as Mrs. Debra's rotting arm.
After Mr. Smith's neck had recovered, Mr. Pulin looked at the little black soil left in the preservation box, and gently shook his head.
"Go and get some more tomorrow …" Mr. Pulin muttered.
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Mr. Smith suddenly woke up. He carelessly wiped his face, and then quickly got up. He wanted to keep an eye on the observation room, so that he could inform the doctor immediately if something happened, but he didn't expect that he would fall asleep.
It seemed that he was so tired that he had … hallucinations.
Mr. Smith felt that he seemed to have heard the voice from half a year ago, but when he woke up, nothing happened.
He had to treat this as his imagination running wild because he was too tired. He quickly glanced at Mrs. Debra in the observation room … all the instruments showed that everything was normal, and Mrs. Debra's complexion seemed to be healthier.
Mr. Smith subconsciously smiled … This was a good news, but Joe, his eldest son, still hadn't been found.
This made Mr. Smith feel like he was covered by a layer of shadow, and he felt uneasy and nervous all the time.
After midnight, the strange smell in the hospital gradually dissipated. The medical staff and most of the patients could finally take off their masks … Although the work in the latter half of the night was tiring, it unexpectedly made them sober.
Only a few old people, who didn't know why, suddenly cried in the latter half of the night.
They said that they couldn't live anymore. In fact, they didn't want to die.
But who didn't want to die?
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After Mr. Pulin left the hospital, he walked alone on the street … Such a late night seemed to be very compatible with his footsteps.
He always gave people a feeling that he seemed to belong to the night … Then, the lively sound broke the silence. Mr. Pulin stopped in front of a bar that was still open. He looked at the colorful bar door and listened to the sound of music from inside … and just stood there.
"Don't you want to go in, Mr. Pulin?"
Mr. Pulin turned his head and saw Luoqiu, the new student of the School of Divinity, on the bus in the morning.
"It's you." Mr. Pulin showed a slight smile, watching Luoqiu walking slowly … to his side.
He shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm not suitable for lively and crowded places."
Boss Luo thought for a while, "You like lively and crowded places?"
Mr. Pulin still shook his head, and then said indifferently, "Actually, I only need to look at it from a distance … It's actually not bad."
Boss Luo directly said, "Mr. Smith, are you interested in going in for a drink?"
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