Thriller Paradise

The sly face, such as the ghosts of the hooks, the sorrows of the ghosts sighed and rushed toward the seal. .

Even if this corridor is not a ghost, but an ordinary resident in dozens of monster kingdoms, I am afraid that it will not be able to stand up. What's more... There is still a black fog behind him. Once he is blocked, he will soon be swallowed up by the dean's evil spirits.

Seeing the scene ahead, I can't help but feel a bad thing: "Cut... Want to hang here?" The next second, he confessed himself. "Well... there must be some way... ...if I didn't make a mistake, in fact, Leicester was an excellent rugby running back in high school. This kind of small scene can go through at high speed just a few moves... and he still has a crisis. Unlocking the potential of genetic locks, like this situation, is a good time to explode seeds!"

On his yy, the ghost group is close at hand...

"Well..." Hearing his tongue, "I really don't have this possibility!"

That's right, I don't expect Leicester to solve the problem myself, but...

"Goblin whirlwind legs!"

"Night Devils Attack!"

Suddenly, two strange shadows flashed out of the wall. They have a sharp voice and another voice. The two men each made a unique monster move, and the ghost in front of it was knocked down to the ground. .

"Run! Man," cried the count. "We have a block here!"

"I will still complain about you! You villain!" Victor shouted.

The intrusion of these two uninvited guests instantly helped the brothers to sweep out a path.

"Thank you!" When he did not feel this sentence, he had already passed the two.

The black mist followed, roaring, and the voice of the dean sounded in the fog: "Don't stop the road!"

But... the tall, one short and two figures in the corridor did not move in one step.

Victor sneered: "The fake aristocrat, where is your move name copied?"

The count also smiled: "No good business, can you call a whirlwind leg?"

Until the moment they were swallowed up by the black fog, they were still swearing and fighting each other...

............

On the other side, I feel that I have successfully passed the one-way channel. He took the gravitational pull of the direction and jumped to the first floor.

"Ah!" He screamed as soon as he landed.

It wasn’t that I felt my brother accidentally rubbed his foot, but something suddenly bit his foot.

I couldn’t help but look down, but I saw a ghostly baby with a blue body and a fangs wrapped around his calf.

"Hey..." Hearing his brother, his expression was cold. "It seems that you are not satisfied with the food!" He did not show mercy, pulled his feet and angered, and directly kicked the monster out.

However, he just got rid of one, and when he turned around, he found that there was a monster like a whole corridor behind him.

"Oh..." Dozens of ghosts and babies also made a strange snarl at the same time, which seemed to be awkward and irritating.

"Ha ha ha ha ... you can't run away!" The black fog that the dean has turned into is also approaching again at this time. "I said... As your consciousness changes, everything here will change. This piece There are countless earth-binding spirits on the land, they will not let you escape to the world of the living!" The voice has not fallen, the black mist has poured from the passage, pouring to the top of the head.

When the electric light flint is between...

But see... a white smoke ring, like a physical shell, usually slammed into the air, and actually broke the black fog that fell.

"Fu--" screams of smoke and screams.

A black baby boy with a long horn on his head appeared at the other end of the corridor. He snarled with a pronounced accent in a rhythmic tone: "Take Mardel Faker (for civilization, here transliteration)!" He raised his short right hand and pointed at the ceiling. "killed him!"

With Martin's order, the ghosts and babies in the entire corridor are all turning targets, and they are as strong as the squats, and they flock to the upper passage.

I couldn’t help but see that the road ahead was empty, I couldn’t think too much, and I ran on my legs.

And the black mist that was broken up in the group was reshaped in these few seconds, and it continued to emerge from above: "Old smoker! You are the arm of the car!"

Martin heard the words, snoring, like a hip-hop rap, and the English slang and swearing to the dean, how hard it is to hear how difficult it is to hear, even the buddy has learned a lot of new vocabulary.

"Man, thank you for your smoke." When the seal passed by Martin, the other party said.

"You're welcome." Feng Jie should have a sentence and continue to move forward.

At this moment, Jue finally understood: the quest for the quest in this script has a meaning... that is, the number of tasks completed determines the difficulty of the final escape story. If he had only completed the most basic two customs clearances, then the number of npcs who are helping themselves is definitely not that much.

"In this case... Mr. Harper should also come out somewhere to help..." Feng Shou ran toward the lobby and said in his heart, "Frank and the little girl's plot are not missions, so These two may not appear. The white wolf cook in the kitchen... has been slaughtered, and I have no communication with him. Um... It seems that if Owenke is in trouble, I may be able to Multiple helpers..."

At this moment, he is still thinking about the various situations before, and analyzing all the possibilities that have been missed and will happen... This is definitely a manifestation of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Of course, it is also possible that he is only entangled in the "rice card" and "small black rabbit toffee" that he has not easily obtained.

“hi, young man.” Sure enough, Mr. Harper’s figure appeared near the hospital lobby.

The old man was wearing a sick suit and stood in the middle of the corridor. His body is still covered with shocking pinholes, but the infusion tube is not inserted at the moment.

"You seem to have trouble." Harper greeted him with a sensation, and asked.

When I heard it, I was shocked. "Isn’t it? So fast and chasing me behind me?" He turned his head and looked at it. Indeed, the black fog is coming again...

"It’s a big trouble for..." Hearing while answering, he accelerated the speed of his feet.

In the previous section, his running speed has slowed down. One is because of physical strength, and the other is because of the injury on the ankle... The wound that the ghost baby bite is much more serious than he thought.

"That's the dean..." Mr. Harper's pair of perforated eyeballs looked straight into the black mist. "I understand... hand it over to me, young man."

"Ah...thank you." When he ran past the old man, he just turned around and said something.

"Harper! You are so dead..." The snoring of the dean came from the dark fog. "Get out of here!"

Mr. Harper will pay attention to him again. The old man stood firm in the middle of the corridor and showed his arms. "I told you already... you bastard..." The words here, the ones on him The pinhole has begun to glow out of the black liquid. "I hate Dr. Pepper!"

Hey! A loud bang came, and the movement was like a can of a tank that was opened after shaking. After a certain distance, I thought that Harper had blew himself up and couldn’t help but look back.

I saw... a lot of black liquid was squirting out of the pinholes on Mr. Harper’s body, welcoming the black fog of the Dean.

For a time, two black substances collided in the corridor; one seemed to be a wind and a cloud, and the other seemed to be a big wave... Harper and the dean were fighting for nothing.

At this time, the seal finally came to the last corner in front of the lobby.

"Almost... it’s coming to the limit..." Hearing his heart, Lester was about to formally sigh, because the "socks" in his pocket could no longer suppress the cold.

In addition, the pain of the foot wounds, the soreness of the body after the rush, and the tremendous pressure of the heart and lungs also imply that the "player" situation has reached the end of the oil.

"Hah...ha..." The speed of the brother was almost the same as "walking fast". He held the wall and slammed the last corner.

The hospital lobby is in front of you, and the door is just 20 meters away. He can even see... a faint sunshine, coming in through the door.

Of course, in the hospital lobby of the two hundred square meters in front of us... already full of ghosts.

In the eyes of "Leic," they are as physical as human beings. Simply put... the road ahead is not clear.

"Oh... hahaha..." Feng did not feel this scene, and even laughed. He took a breath and shouted loudly to the front. "How are you going to let the road come out?" he said as he walked forward. But those ghosts just stood in the same place and looked at him, without the meaning of letting go.

"I warn you..." He felt that he was not convinced to die. He clearly had no way. He still said with confidence. "I have been angry for a long time, don't force me to drive out." He said It seems to be the same, but unfortunately... no matter what.

"Let him go." Suddenly, from behind him, the voice of the little girl came.

The seal didn't feel the sound, and quickly turned his face. Then he saw a bright red ghost.

The one who came, is undoubtedly the little girl in the 125 ward. At this point, she really combed herself with a pair of ponytail hairstyles, and her horrible eight-faced face was also revealed. However, in such an environment where ghosts gather and there is no one that looks like a human being, what kind of looks are considered "terror", and it is really open to question...

The little girl licked her eyes and looked at the big group of ghosts. "He... can save us all."

In just two sentences, the tone is not shocking, but it seems to have magical powers, driving those who are bound to take action. In less than two seconds, the ghosts neatly retreat toward both sides. In the group of ghosts, a road leading to the gate was set aside.

"Why are you coming to help me?" Feng Buan turned and asked, "You are also the spirit of the land here, even if you are not controlled by the instinct of the spirit, there is no reason..."

"No, I am not." The little girl interrupted her feelings. "I am not a living person, I have never been." She answered. "This is a 'gathering ground' here, and I am the guardian spirit here. Until one day, a **** who was higher than me came here and maliciously left a curse.” She paused. “Actually... it’s not the land that was cursed, but the one trapped here... ... 'I'." She raised her hand and pointed at the direction of the door. "Come on, alien traveler, Leicester, no matter who you are... your departure is the end. Complete this redemption, I And all the souls here can be free."

"Hugh - think!" A roar, black fog coming, "I want you to be buried with me!"

When I saw the undercurrent that was coming in, I turned and ran.

He limped and stumbled toward the gate. The black fog in the rear was followed by the shadows, and even the little girl and the ghosts in the lobby were unable to resist, and they were swallowed up.

"You can't run away! All the power here has been absorbed by me, no one can stop me!" The voice of the dean has almost reached the ear, "You can't escape my palm... Les Special, never think about it!"

At this moment, every inch of the entire hospital has been filled with the black dense fog of the dean's evil spirits. Only the land near the gate has not been swallowed up by him.

And the only exit is close at hand!

"It's still a little bit... still bad..." The seal didn't even climb, and he came to the door.

But... just two meters in front of the door, the injured leg that he was dragging was caught in black fog.

"Ha ha ha ha... hahaha..." The dean laughed wildly, and in the surging black fog, he found a fat face covered with copper and copper. "The game is over..."

He was right. When the legs were wrapped in black fog, the whole body could not move. An unprecedented sense of body attack... If "death" is a feeling, then, here and now, the seal is not experiencing death.

His body was dyed gray, and his body was covered in death. His five senses are all there, but if there is nothing like it.

This is the feeling of ghosts... everything in life seems to be an illusion; and the "death" at the moment is true. If you do not accept this truth, they will disappear. And because they feared to forget the "illusion," they longed for it - to devour life.

"Do you feel right? Hehe... This is death!" The dean's face came together. "This... is your destination, but also the home of the soul. But... even if it is in the underworld, you will also I stepped on my feet!"

"Death...but it is also a part of chaos." Fengshou is not able to take the lead. "Everything starts with chaos and belongs to chaos. What is life, what is death... no need to know, life and death can know life and death, I don't know if there is no life." Death; what is true, what is illusory, boundless and boundless, everything is just a thought." He muttered in his mouth, and the body actually moved back, slowly crawling toward the door...

"What happened?" The dean said with amazement, "This is impossible!" He kept the black fog continuing to pounce on the ground, but the faint yang of the door seemed like an indestructible barrier. Keep it out of the light "line."

"I have to thank you..." I couldn’t help but climb the side. "There is a part of the knowledge taught by me.... I couldn’t understand it. At this moment, thanks to the feeling of 'death', I It seems to have figured out some."

As soon as I landed, I felt that I had turned around and rolled over to the gate.

"No!" There was a rumble in the dark fog, which seemed to smash the human soul.

But this snoring was quickly replaced by another voice.

"Oh, my God! Look, is that a dress?"

"Hey! Come over! I think we have dug something!"

"Get him out!"

"Be careful! He is frozen, don't break his limbs."

Some conversations were introduced into the unconscious ear, and his body temperature also dropped to the freezing point in an instant; the glare of the glare shook twice in front of his eyes, making him realize that he was actually closing his eyes at this time. of. Then he gradually lost consciousness...

............

When the seal is not returned, the voice prompts directly at the ear: [The current task has been completed, the main line task has been completed] [Automatically transmitted after watching the ending]

At this time, his control over the body disappeared and became a state of watching cg from the perspective of God.

In the picture, the cover of many newspapers and magazines has flashed first...

[Miracle-like night shift security] [I was buried in the past 30 hours and escaped from birth] [The miracle of the rescue team persisting in exchange]

Similar titles flashed in succession, followed by clips of several groups of TV news, with various monster hosts holding the microphones in front of the camera:

"The accident at the Cedar County Public Hospital led to a terrible corruption case, and local officials have fallen. The spokesman of the Kingdom said that the case will be thoroughly investigated and that the current officials in the country should take the precaution."

“The special plan for building inspection standards for public institutions has been launched and is expected to be implemented during the year.”

"Is the curse rumor true or false? Is it the evil of the hospital dean? Or is it a loophole in the system?"

"Today, the only survivor of the Cedar County Public Hospital accident has been discharged. During the hospitalization, the gentleman refused all media interviews..."

After a series of unfinished clips flashed past, the picture in front of them was finally frozen.

Spring is full, ice and snow melt.

On a green hill, a figure walks slowly.

It was Leicester, he was wearing a casual dress and went to a stone monument above the hillock.

In front of the stone tablet, there is a piece of marble brick, with a knife and axe, and a diagonal face, engraved with such a line: the 125 people who died in the accident at the Cedar County Public Hospital.

Lester silently stood in front of the monument. He closed his eyes and seemed to be remembering something, but there were some things that he couldn’t remember...

Standing for a long time, he opened his eyes and presented the bouquet in his hand.

In the end, he was relieved.

He took a sigh of relief, turned and strode away. His eyes are no longer frivolous, and there is a more grateful for life. (To be continued.)