After scanning the second floor, Wang Jin only found two kind-hearted people who were willing to give their hearts.
"Phew - we should go up to the third floor."
After killing another patrolling security guard, Wang Jin watched the number on the madman's chest rise to "010".
The demon gun Colt has also been strengthened to the limit. He can shoot the gun like a small hand cannon at the cost of several parts of blood.
Wang Jin took a deep breath, but his face was still a little pale.
"Wang Jin?"
A hoarse and childish voice sounded. Wang Jin lowered his head and saw a familiar figure.
Azi.
The little girl mustered up the courage to tug Wang Jin's hand, motioning him to squat down, and then whispered in his ear.
"You're not in the right state."
Wang Jin smiled slightly, and then touched Ah Zi's little head. The little girl must be worried. She was afraid that Wang Jin would become as murderous as Ah Zhu.
"Do not worry."
In order to make the madman obey, Wang Jin could only pretend to be more bloodthirsty and crazier than him. After witnessing the tragic death of so many people in a short period of time, his spirit was indeed in a trance.
"I believe you will remind me when I am lost."
Wang Jin whispered in Ah Zi's ear, and then the little girl blushed and disappeared.
"I'll help too."
A'Zhu's cold voice sounded, and Wang Jin sensed it. She was holding a blushing A'Zi in her arms, as if she was afraid that Wang Jin would snatch her away.
"Thank you very much."
Wang Jin thanked him, and then walked slowly towards the stairs with the other three people.
"He is obviously so gentle to Ah Zi, why doesn't he have any interest in me at all?"
Li Hui puffed up her cheeks and thought as she walked.
"Click! Crack!"
Halfway up the stairs, Wang Jin heard a strange noise, like the sound of metal colliding, but it was very fast and came from many sources.
"The third floor should be the morgue."
Wang Jin turned around and said to several other people. This was the answer he deduced from the first security guard's words.
"The dean's office is also here. It's impossible that he didn't know our existence along the way, but he has been avoiding us."
"This hospital is not small, and there are many nurses and security guards, but we only met a few of them."
Wang Jin sighed, and then said slowly.
"Be prepared, I suspect there is a tough battle to be fought on the third floor."
Wang Jin took the fruit knife from the madman and took out the demon gun Colt from his pocket.
Li Hui held her breath and concentrated, and Juhe was ready to go.
Wu Wen frowned and took out the pistol from his waist.
"Don't worry, boss, I'm here."
The madman's smile was surprisingly reassuring at this moment. He smiled and waved the iron pliers in his hand a few times, seeming very excited.
Having already achieved the ten-man slaying, he has become a lot stronger, probably similar to the three-star mirror ghost in the non-possessed state.
"Boss, I can help too."
Mirror Ghost seemed to have suffered considerable damage after forcibly controlling the male corpse, but he still spoke in a low voice in the Eye of the Ancient God.
"Well done."
Wang Jin nodded. When he thought of Mirror Ghost, he couldn't help but think of Xiao Hei.
They have not been seen since they got separated from Wang Jin. Wang Jin is not afraid that the gangsters will escape, but is a little worried about them.
——
"嘤嘤!嘤!"
"Where is this?"
After searching the Bixian scene to no avail, the gangsters walked into the hospital with their heads in the air.
"This side is room number one, and the other side is room number two."
Wang Jin's Xiaohei knocked on the cement wall, and the place that was supposed to be Room No. 2 now turned into a cement wall.
"Why aren't you allowed in? Do you understand?"
Wang Jin's Xiao Hei turned to look at the other Xiao Hei, who was born in the scene of the hospital.
"not sure."
The other little black one shook his head.
"Oh well."
There was a flash of golden light, and the newly synthesized Samsung Xiaohei punched the wall.
"Eula!"
——
"Huh? What is this?"
Wang Jin walked to the corner of the third floor and suddenly found a case sheet pinned to the wall.
There was no patient information written on the case sheet, but a scrawled sentence.
【I'm not sick! I don't need a doctor! Let me leave!】
"What does this mean?"
Wang Jin frowned and walked up to the third floor while thinking.
As expected by Wang Jin, the entire third floor was a huge morgue, with densely packed morgue cabinets on the four walls, and dozens of hospital beds scattered on the ground.
Wang Jin knew that each drawer here represented a corpse. Judging from the number, there should be more than a hundred.
"Crack, snap, snap! Snap, snap, snap, snap!"
At this moment, those drawers were shaking back and forth crazily and making noises, as if something was eager to get out of them.
"Boss! There!"
The madman pointed, and Wang Jin had already noticed that direction.
There is a small office on the other side of the stairs. There is a sign on the wall with three big characters written on it.
"director's office."
"It seems we need to talk to the dean."
Wang Jin moved his limbs and looked at the thing that was slowly sitting up on the hospital bed.
Their faces were covered with white cloth and their appearance could not be clearly seen, but Wang Jin could still tell their identities from their uniforms.
These dozens of people with their faces covered with white cloth are all people from the hospital.
Nurses, cleaners, patients, Wang Jin can easily distinguish their identities by their uniforms.
"Why is there no doctor?"
After taking a quick glance, Wang Jin suddenly realized that he had not seen even a single doctor since he entered the hospital.
【I'm not sick! I don't need a doctor! Let me leave!】
Wang Jin suddenly thought of the words on the case sheet just now.
"I don't know if it matters."
Swinging the fruit knife, Wang Jin planned how to reach the dean's office in the shortest possible time.
The indoor space is too small and there are too many enemies, so the effect of the ghost blowing lamp is not very great.
The ability of contact suppression consumes a lot of money, and Wang Jin cannot use it all the time.
After much deliberation, it is still the best value for money.
"Do it!"
Before these employees could stand up completely, Wang Jin gave an order, called out the male corpse with his backhand, took out the Colt and started shooting.
"bass--"
"Whoa!"
Two figures, Li Hui and Wu Wen, rushed out instantly.
"Hahahahaha!"
The madman used iron pliers to hit the people whose faces were covered with white cloth like mowing grass, and casually tore their chests.
"Boss! They have no heart!"
The madman immediately told Wang Jin what he had discovered.
"Um?"
Wang Jin stabbed a figure with a knife, and then slashed the knife edge downwards, slicing open his chest.
Indeed, as the madman said, these figures have no heart or even blood. They are completely embalmed corpses, which means that they will not heal after being injured.
Wang Jin frowned, then felt relieved.
It should be said that this is normal. After all, this is a morgue, and no normal person would lie here.
"ah!!!"
The madman was very depressed. Without a heart, it meant killing in vain, which made him lose motivation in an instant.