Hearing the sound coming from the room, Meng Nan and the other three looked at each other and walked over carefully.
The room where the sound came from is the study room, and the door of the study room is ajar at this moment. Through the crack in the door, you can see the huge bookcase in the room, as well as the glass on the floor.
"What's going on?" Meng Nan and the other three walked into the room and looked around cautiously.
"Ball?" Meng Nan saw the baseball in the corner of the bookcase, and then looked at the broken window: "Someone should be playing baseball and accidentally broke the glass."
"It's better to be careful. I noticed something abnormal in this room before," Xia Wenqing said.
"Yeah." Meng Nan nodded and was about to carefully exit the room.
Suddenly, a book caught his eye.
"What is this?" Meng Nan looked around and found no danger, so he walked carefully to the bookcase and reached for the book.
And just when Meng Nan's hand touched the book, the bookcase suddenly made a crunching sound, and then the whole bookcase shook, and the books on the bookcase fell down.
"Not good!" Meng Nan was shocked. He kicked his feet hard and wanted to jump back.
However, even Meng Nan failed to calculate. His foot happened to step on a piece of glass. As his feet exerted force, the glass slid forward.
As a result, Meng Nan not only did not jump up, but instead lay straight back, with broken glass lying on the ground under him.
"Be careful!" Xia Wenqing and Chen Ruier shouted at the same time, rushing to Meng Nan's side in an instant, and then held Meng Nan's shoulders.
This prevented Meng Nan from lying directly on the broken glass.
But before Meng Nan could breathe a sigh of relief, the huge bookcase had completely deformed, and as the books fell, the bookcase suddenly collapsed.
And by chance, an extremely sharp wooden thorn came out of the bookcase and stabbed directly into Meng Nan's lower abdomen.
The expressions of Meng Nan and the three of them all changed. At this moment, they had no time to make any move...
In the far east, Liu Fei was sitting on a hospital bed, looking at her arms and frowning.
He reached out and took out a cigarette, lit it, and thought about countermeasures while swallowing the cloud like mist.
Although the nurse not far away frowned, she did not
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Any way.
Smoking is prohibited inside the hospital. Although this ban does not completely prevent patients from smoking in the hospital, those who smoke will pay more attention and dare not be too blatant.
Some will hide in the bathroom, and some will hide in the stairwell. They can always find some nook and cranny to satisfy their smoking addiction.
Even though the hospital knows it, it doesn't push it too hard, and just ignore it.
But Liu Fei didn't care about this at all, sitting on her hospital bed and smoking openly, without paying any attention to other people's feelings.
It’s not like the nurse had tried to dissuade her before, but what she received was a beating and scolding. Not only did Liu Fei not restrain herself at all, but she intensified her behavior.
However, Liu Fei is a foreigner with an oriental face. She was sent to the airport for treatment and will be sent back to her country after treatment.
There really is no way to get enough oil and salt, and there is nothing we can do.
Fortunately, Liu Fei's injury was not serious, it was just a dislocation. After two days of treatment, she was fine and will be discharged soon.
When I think of this, both the patients in the same ward and the nurses in the treatment area are very happy.
It was precisely for this reason that Liu Fei felt terrible.
She didn't know that Lin Shengying was dead, so she didn't know that even if she escaped to the east, she still couldn't escape the design of death.
Therefore, in her heart, the East is still the safest place.
Liu Fei looked at her arm. The pain had completely disappeared now, and even the swelling was no longer visible.
So it is very likely that she will be discharged from the hospital in the next few days, or will it be today?
Liu Fei was very angry. She took the cigarette butt and pressed it on the bed, burning a big hole in the white sheets.
"You..." Seeing this situation, the nurse not far away finally couldn't help it.
"Don't be angry!" However, the nurse was stopped by another nurse: "She will leave soon, don't conflict with her."
"But she also..." The nurse from before gritted her teeth and said unwillingly: "It's too much."
Seeing the nurse being stopped, although Liu Fei's face did not change, she felt a little disappointed in her heart.
If this nurse takes too many actions
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Okay? Better to hurt yourself again.
Then maybe we can drag it out here for a few more months.
Just as Liu Fei was disappointed, two men in police uniforms walked in.
They walked straight to the nursing station and said flatly: "Who is Liu Fei? You said her injury has healed?"
At Meng Nan's home, Meng Nan looked at the wooden thorn that happened to be stuck in his abdomen, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
If the bookcase hadn't deformed again just now, the wooden thorn would have stabbed him in the abdomen, and he would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.
But why did the bookcase deform again? In other words, why did the God of Death let him go?
Without enough time to think about these issues, Meng Nan stood up with the help of Xia Wenqing and Chen Ruier, looked at the completely collapsed bookcase with lingering fear, and carefully stepped back.
But just when he was about to exit the room, Meng Nan hesitated, returned to the bookcase, rummaged through the books on the floor, and soon found a black book.
Then, the three of them returned to the living room.
"What kind of book is this?" Chen Ruier looked at Meng Nan in confusion. She clearly remembered that Meng Nan almost died just trying to get this book.
"The key." Meng Nan handed the book to Chen Ruier.
""A Million Ways to Die"?" Chen Ruier looked at Meng Nan doubtfully: "Have you read this book?"
"No." Meng Nan shook his head: "Although I have read many books that set up serial clues to lead to death, and I have designed many of them myself. But I have not read this book."
"Here, what did you do in the past?" Xia Wenqing looked at Meng Nan.
"Killer." Meng Nan said without hesitation: "Well, a killer who killed many people."
"Oh, no wonder." Xia Wenqing nodded: "I haven't read it, why would you risk taking this book?"
"Huh?" Meng Nan was stunned and looked at Xia Wenqing and Chen Ruier: "You don't have anything to ask?"
"What are you asking?" Xia Wenqing asked Meng Nan.
"Just like how many people I killed, who they were, and so on." Meng Nan said.
"What's there to ask?" Chen Ruier briefly read through it and handed the book back to Meng Nannan: "Anyway, you've already gone to hell."
