After coming out of the toilet, Ji Xiang found something wrong.

"I" did not rinse my mouth or wash my face. I just subconsciously wiped the stains on my face with my clothes and then went to hand over the shift.

It seemed that no one of the colleagues noticed what they had happened to, and they didn't even smell the smell of urine and handed over the shift to continue.

The old director still looked domineering. Looking at the old director and thinking about the black mist that might appear on his body at any time, Ji Xiang gradually became numb.

Another dull day passed.

Everyone was like a walking zombie, and Ji Xiang even felt that he had been assimilated.

The next morning, I came to the department "by myself".

It was still early and the sunlight didn't shine in. I just walked in like this, carelessly and cared about nothing, and opened the handover book directly.

Taking out the phone, Ji Xiang seemed to see the woman in white behind him on the black screen of the phone.

"I" did not take a photo immediately, but turned around and greeted the woman in white.

even!

Ji Xiang saw a polite smile on his face.

There was no fear or fear in his heart, only plain and indifferent.

"..." Ji Xiang couldn't understand his own psychological activities.

There is indeed a problem, but Ji Xiang is a normal person. He doesn't know what he wants to do, and why he smiles kindly with the woman in white.

I'm very hungry

The voice of the woman in white came from her ears again.

Ji Xiang felt a slight coldness on his neck, as if the woman in white blew a breath behind her ear.

"I know." "I" turned my head and said softly.

I'm very hungry

The woman in white didn't know if she understood her answer, but she was still screaming behind her.

"I understand." "I said again, taking a photo of the handover book, then found the album, and sent a photo from a long time ago to the group.

Ji Xiang's hair was blown up.

Everything was very natural, but Ji Xiang's body was chilling, which made him feel cold.

Go back, wash, eat, and preview.

Come to the department, change clothes and hand over shifts.

When the shift handover began, other doctors turned pale when they heard the shift handover content.

"You..." The butcher-like doctor pointed at "self".

"Shut up!" the old director scolded, "No rules at all, what's the point!"

Doctors like butchers dare not disobey the old director's intentions. His face turned into a piece of paper, he looked at "self" tremblingly, and his eyes were filled with countless hatred.

There is so much hatred, condensed into substance, and sharp arrows penetrate the body of "one" like a sharp arrow.

but!

"I" doesn't care.

As everyone began to write answers on white paper, a black aura began to emerge from the old director.

So... Ji Xiang let out a long sigh. His heart was extremely complicated, and even Ji Xiang himself couldn't explain it clearly.

The causes and consequences are vivid in my mind, but Ji Xiang just can't explain the complex emotions deep in his heart.

In the black mist, the woman in white appeared behind the old director, and the red embroidered shoes were so dazzling.

8:15, the first doctor handed it to the old director with paper full of words.

"What the hell are you writing!" the old director cursed

Ji Xiang vaguely heard the woman in white laughing strangely.

Immediately, the woman in white raised her hand and inserted it directly into her neck like a dagger.

Five blood holes suddenly appeared on the doctor's neck, the carotid artery was pierced, and blood gushed out.

Ji Xiang looked at this scene in a daze, as if he was talking about the patient vomiting blood during chatting - he sprayed blood into the room and the person was gone.

Like this description, several blood arrows spurted out, and the doctor fell softly to the ground, his hands and feet twitched, and then quieted down.

He was dead without any trouble.

Even the doctor who was sprayed with blood behind him didn't notice it. The man had blood on his face and walked over his colleague's body to the ground in a daze and came to the old director.

One person, one person, one person after another.

They walked to the old director one after another and handed the mess of paper to the old director.

The woman in white standing behind the old director seemed very satisfied with this, and changed countless ways to turn them into corpses.

Ji Xiang was numb to his eyes. He didn't even have Zhao Zhe's face in his mind, but was blank.

The butcher-like doctor trembled all over and came to the old director with blank paper in his hand.

"You didn't write a fucking word?" the old director cursed sternly.

"Master, I...I..."

"You have the face to call me Master if you have no future! Go away, I'm not your Master. You can find any teacher who you want to teach me."

The old director's face was full of ferociousness, and his words were more vicious than others.

It seems that the old director attaches great importance to doctors like butchers. He scolds him for a long time and is also very sinister.

The butcher-like doctor lowered his head, and sweat could be seen in the sideburns.

"I" stood aside and looked coldly.

The old director cursed for five minutes, and finally closed his mouth with a cold face and frost.

The moment he shut up, the woman in white fell on her chest.

The clothes on the chest of a butcher-like doctor were cut open, and then Ji Xiang saw a trace of blood on his skin, and the blood was getting bigger and bigger and more obvious.

A drop of dark red blood bead appeared, and then his chest was cut open, and his heart "squeezes" out of the middle of the ribs under an invisible big hand.

The heart deformed and recovered, and it just "floated" in front of him.

The butcher-like doctor was full of horror. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

He seemed to want to escape, but he didn't have the strength.

The anger I had when I was facing "self" had long disappeared, but now he is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered... no, like a lamb that has been peeled and only breath is left.

Bang ~

A blood mist spreads.

The old director's face had no expression in the blood mist, and his face was covered with fine blood beads. He seemed to have not noticed it, and he was so cold that he was in the bones.

His face made Ji Xiang feel particularly hideous.

The butcher-like doctor fell down and fell into the blood mist sprayed from his heart that was being squeezed out.

"I" walked up slowly and handed the paper to the old director against the blood mist.

There were words on the white paper, and the blood mist kept falling on the paper, and soon the piece of paper turned bright red.

But the old director looked at the paper as if he hadn't seen blood, then nodded.

However, he was full of disdain for "self", even if the answer given by "self" was correct.

With a look of contempt, the old director turned around and strode away.

"I" smiled slightly, picked up the paper cutter beside me and waved it to the old director's neck.

The old director also fell down, his eyes full of panic, disbelief, and inexplicable surprise.

"I" stood in a pool of blood, staring at the white eyes of the woman in white.
Chapter completed!