Celestial Masters Alliance

While I was thinking wildly, I quickly moved the table and chairs and reinstalled the vent. Before I could put the table and chairs back into place, a red light in the corner of the room turned on. There were two lights next to the red light. I couldn't tell what color they were because they were not powered on. I thought this red light should be It's an emergency signal, probably related to me.

In my nervousness, the table got stuck. I pushed it harder and the table tilted to one side and tipped over. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and stabilized it without making too much noise.

I had to spend some effort to clear the obstruction. It turned out that there was a pair of shoes under the table. When the table moved forward, it smoothly followed the corner of the table and moved in the opposite direction. One shoe fell down, and the other one also fell over. The shoe I was wearing was stuck on the bottom of the table. What an unlucky person, even my shoes are against me!

Looking at my bare feet, maybe everything that is holding me back is not necessarily bad! After arranging the tables and chairs, I was about to try out this pair of shoes when I heard a noise in the corridor. How fast! Much faster than I expected. what to do! If you can't get out, you have to find a way to hide!

Generally the best places to hide are behind doors, behind curtains, and under tables. Behind the door is a particularly stupid decision. There are no windows here, so there are naturally no curtains. Looking at the simple and stylish table, there is no way to hide people. There's only one place to try, and that's under the bed.

I quickly rushed to the huge piece of glass and groped gently. I could clearly observe the patient here, which also proved one thing, that is, there must be a door that can be entered and exited at any time. Sure enough, I pushed the door open near the wall, and I easily entered this mysterious ward.

Although it is already the beginning of autumn, the heat outside seems to be competing with autumn, and it must not go away. The temperature in the ward is on the verge of freezing. The glass windows and doors are different from what I thought. They should have been specially treated because the temperature difference between the inside and outside is so huge. There is neither frost nor seepage on the glass outside. Drops of water come out.

The door to the office outside was opened, and a stream of yellow light poured in from the crack in the door. I quickly squatted down and rushed to the hospital bed farthest from the door. I couldn't help but froze. I had spent so much effort to get here, but I was going to die from my own stupidity. This is an iron hospital bed with white sheets without a bed skirt. You can see through it at a glance. In other words, there is no hiding place here!

I looked desperately outside the office, someone had already come in! The man was fumbling to turn on the light. My wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone lying on the hospital bed. The rough texture told me that this person's hands were covered with bandages just like mine.

He gave me a tug, then quickly let go, patted the bed, and then gently lifted the quilt. He was telling me to hide under the quilt, but why was he helping me?

Without any time to think, I quickly did as he asked. The lights came on the moment my feet lifted off the ground, pale and dazzling, and the ward control switch was at the other end of the office. I carefully peeked out from the gap in the quilt, pricking up my ears and searching for any clues that could be used for analysis. However, even though I tried to breathe lightly, I couldn't control my heartbeat, and the sound of it disturbed my ability to analyze.

Finally, in addition to the beeping sound of the instrument, there were sudden footsteps in the room. The steps were resolute and decisive, slow and without hesitation. She paced around the ward, like a victorious beast condescendingly enjoying the surrender of its prey.

The person who rescued me moved his arm and stretched the hand holding the instrument out of the quilt to cover me. But the visitor didn't take this trick at all, and came to my side. I held my breath and opened my eyes, meeting the gaze through the quilt, always ready to rush forward when the quilt was lifted from my body. Someone gave me a hard blow.

"What's wrong, Lingchao?" Through the quilt, I heard the voice coming from the other side of the ward door.

"Nothing! Let me see if the instrument is clamped securely!" the person standing beside the bed replied. Her voice was crisp, like her steps.

Super spirit? Another one named Lingchao? Such a coincidence, don't you plan to expose me?

Just when I was about to fall into random thoughts again, something cold slipped in from outside the quilt, and then the person left with her firm footsteps.

Could it be a trap set for me? Wait until I get out on my own? I still didn't dare to breathe and remained motionless.

After a while, the patient patted me with his hand outside the quilt. What did he mean? Are they gone? I relaxed my body and took a big breath. It was okay if I didn't take a breath, but I almost vomited it out. The quilt was filled with the smell of decay, the smell of a corpse left in the sun for a week.

I held my nose, trying my best to suppress the active and churning bile, and groped for what the person named Lingchao had just put into the quilt, and held it in my hand. He gently lifted up a corner of the quilt and peeked out. The red and white light had been withdrawn, and a faint yellow corner lamp stood at the post guarding the ward.

I slowly got off the bed, hunched over, like the mouse I just met in the ventilation duct. When I touched the cold ground, I couldn't help but knock my upper and lower teeth together, making an inappropriate sound. I seriously doubt that the ground is a large piece of frozen ice. If I suddenly lift my foot at this moment, the skin on the sole of my foot will be peeled off.

I squatted beside the bed, staring blankly at the thing left by the woman named Lingchao in my hand. This was the mobile phone I asked Mu Mu to buy for Duan Lingchao when I escaped from the hospital last time. Could it be that the person standing next to the bed just now was Duan Lingchao?

I swiped my phone. There was no password. When I opened it, I saw the floor plan of the building. Each room had its name written on it, and a route was drawn in red. I enlarged part of the photo and took a closer look, and actually found the words "sterile ward". Connected to the ward is the observation office, which is the floor plan of the building! I am now in the sterile ward, and the red line is drawn on the path that avoids the main corridor, crosses the room and dining room, and leads directly to the outside.

Is it an escape route? My heart trembled. Did Duan Lingchao guide me on the escape route because he thought I had saved her life? But how could she predict that I would hide here? Also, this photo was definitely not taken temporarily. It would take some effort to develop an escape route. So when did she take the photo? How did she know the photos would come in handy?

The person on the hospital bed touched my hand and pulled me out of my thoughts. I shivered. The coldness came from the bottom of my heart because Duan Lingchao seemed to be able to see through all my movements. This made me feel huge. Threat!

I looked at the patient who rescued me. He raised his hand and pointed repeatedly at the patient on the bed next to him. What's the meaning? Do you want me to rescue that person? However, I can't protect myself now. It's not sure whether the map Duan Lingchao gave me saved me or dug another pit for me to jump into! How can you drag others into trouble?

The quilt slipped a little as the patient moved, and I saw that his left arm was broken off from the center of his upper arm. The burnt and broken left arm caught my attention. I stared at the patient's face covered with bandages, except for his nose and mouth. Those discerning eyes, exposed outside the bandages, made my heart beat faster.