Richard didn't know how to answer, so he didn't answer: "Well, it's nice to meet you, and uh... bye."
Richard blinked and closed the iron door.
His face appeared through the fence above the iron door: "My good brother will come to you later. He is not very conscious now, no, no, no, it cannot be said clearly... In short, if I stay inside, he might
Will treat me as a container, so just in case...Okay, I've said enough."
He locked the iron door from the outside, and the footsteps gradually faded away.
The operating room fell silent.
Lu Li tilted his head and looked at the cup of burning brains, then lowered his head and tried to shake his hands, only to find that the restraint on his right wrist was seriously damaged. He pulled hard and tore off the restraint together.
Perhaps because of the iron door, Richard didn't care whether the hospital bed was firm or not.
Not being in a hurry to untie the straps on his wrists, Lu Li gradually untied the straps on his waist and legs.
The last restraint was untied, and Lu Li turned to untie the restraint on his left hand. Footsteps suddenly echoed in the corridor outside the iron door again.
Lu Li lay down again and casually put the restraint belt on his body.
Ten seconds later, Richard, who had returned, appeared behind the door. He peered through the fence with suspicious eyes and shouted viciously: "You just got up?!"
"No." Lu Li raised his arm and showed him the restraints on his wrists: "It's still tied to my hands."
"very good……"
Richard nodded with satisfaction, then froze his smile.
"etc……"
After sitting up, Lu Li put his feet on the ground, sat sideways on the hospital bed, moved his wrist and said, "It's time to change your hospital bed, it's very unstable."
"Damn it...it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you can't open this door." The haze disappeared in a flash, and the man in the mask sneered,
"Of course I can't open it." Lu Li nodded seriously, and the shirt under his windbreaker suddenly became tight.
Lu Li took a deep breath, and the next moment shouted: "Help!!!"
The shouts echoed through the operating room and echoed in the corridor outside.
Richard was stunned. He could not imagine that anyone would shout the word "help" so confidently and openly. This kind of momentum should be paired with impactful words such as "You have nowhere to escape" or "Kill him".
In short, when Richard came back to his senses and wanted to ridicule Lu Li for the futility of doing so, a continuous sound of questioning came from far and near.
"What's going on, what's going on, what's going on, what's going on, what's going on -"
Anna floated down from the gap in the broken ceiling above her head.
"Why is there a ghost here!"
The masked man screamed. He was as decisive as Stephen. When he saw the situation was not good, he ran away without looking back.
"What's going on? Who is that guy? Did you shout for help or did he shout for help?" Anna hadn't figured out the situation yet.
Lu Li took off the restraints on his right wrist, stood up and said, "Go grab him and open the door."
"Hey... okay, leave it to me."
Anna found it very interesting, nodded to win, turned around and chased Richard through the iron gate.
At the same time, there was a clang, and the door lock fell to the ground. The iron door that could not be closed was half-opened.
An Anna can open the locks of a city block.
Lu Li was still sitting on the hospital bed, unhurriedly untying the restraints on his wrists and touching the back of his head.
There was a large swelling on the back of the head, and the fingertips were sticky to the touch. You could tell it was blood even without looking.
He smeared it on his shirt casually, leaving a few blood stains, then walked to the desk and put away everything on the table.
Under the portable lamp, Lu Li's shadow was long and narrow. He picked up the psychic gun, opened the chamber and checked it, then closed it again with a click.
Suddenly, he turned his head and his eyes fell on the corner next to the operating table.
The moment he made brief contact with the psychic gun, Lu Li felt a group of aura spreading out.
Almost instantly, Lu Li associated the brain light with the appearance of aura.
"So this is what Richard is referring to...summoning a ghost, and then letting the ghost deal with me..." Lu Li put the psychic gun back into its holster and raised his portable lamp.
There is no escape from the darkness, and a hole appears in the originally dark corner.
Traces of excavation are left on the edge, and the hole extends to unknown places. The breath seeps out of the hole.
The door has been opened, but Lu Li has no intention of leaving here yet.
The reason was simple. The strength of the aura was limited, and Lu Li didn't want to miss this "nutrient".
Something seemed to be crawling deep inside the hole, and a few seconds later, a fat head appeared at the edge of the hole.
It seemed to be a human figure, with snow-white skin and no hair, and layers of fat, even the facial features were hidden in the fat.
Logically speaking, it would be so difficult to squeeze out the head, and there would be no possibility of the body crawling out. But this mass of fat was squirming as if it had no bones. It was poured into the operating room from the hole one by one, piled up in a corner, and gradually took shape.
Most ghosts maintain the same state as before death, but this one seems to be different...
The wavy flesh gradually condensed into a human shape. It has not completely emerged, but the spacious operating room actually seems narrow.
Lu Li subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the psychic gun.
Try telling him that it seems difficult for a psychic gun to cause effective damage to such a large entity.
Bo~
In an inexplicable and comforting voice, a bloodshot eye squeezed out of the flesh and stared at Lu Li.
A rough and unclear voice came from the body.
"Is this...my...body...I...like it very much." The meatball rolled to show its inner joy. "Thank you...for...bringing it...to me..."
"You're welcome, but let's have a pre-dinner dessert before enjoying it." Lu Li replied, not intending to read any more.
Not only because the meat ball has not completely crawled out, but also because if he continues to look at it, he may not be able to eat meat for a short period of time.
Looking around, Lu Li walked towards the corner behind the door where the debris was piled.
The broom... is too light. The scalpel... is too small. The water hose... is too short.
After removing the weapons that seemed to be usable, Lu Li's eyes suddenly fell on the radiator placed against the wall.
The water pipes connecting both sides of the radiator have broken, and the radiator itself is connected to a half-meter-long iron pipe like an extra-large kitchen knife—it weighs dozens of kilograms.
Is there any more handy weapon than this?
As the waves of flesh rolled behind him, Lu Li held the iron pipe with both hands and dragged it. Yellow rusty water seeped out from the lower end, leaving a line of winding wet marks.
The sound of harsh friction followed Lu Li. He walked to the tumbling wave of flesh in the corner. The latter was still trying to release its body from the narrow hole. But before it came out completely, it was just a target that was stuck and unable to move.
Lu Li's hands holding the iron pipe suddenly tightened, and his arms under his shirt bulged with muscle lines, and he suddenly exerted force to lift the tens of kilograms of radiator, like a giant hammer, smashing it down!