I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Room 502 must be on the fifth floor, and the way to the fifth floor is currently only stairs.

Lu Yi returned to the hall from the nurse's station, only to find that the surrounding sky had completely darkened.

Walking to the door, he looked out the glass door.

The night was so thick that even the security duty booth not far away could not be seen. There were no stars and no moon, and the night covered everything.

Lu Jian even wondered if this place had entered some other space when the mission started.

He didn't rush out of the hospital, and the defense mission failed.

After confirming the explosives tied to the pillar, Lu Yi decided to eat something first.

He randomly found a place to sit, and took out water and compressed dry food.

People are iron and rice is steel. If you don't have enough to eat, you won't have the strength to work.

Lu Jian took a mouthful of dry food and a mouthful of water, filling his hungry stomach.

The taste of the current compressed dry food is much better than before. It is not enough to eat as a snack. The calories are a bit high, but it is not torture to satisfy the hunger normally.

While eating, Lu Yi looked at the notebook with a red cover. There were still many missing pages on it. Considering the year of the record, there was at least one missing page almost every year.

"If a missing page represents a missing person, does this hospital have a missing person every year? And all nurses?"

Lu Jian felt that there was a big problem.

Although he doesn't have any special feelings about nurse outfits, there may be someone who likes nurse outfits.

For those ordinary people who like nurse clothes, Lu Yi also needs to investigate this incident clearly.

After eating and drinking enough, Lu Jian stood up.

He walked towards the stairs, passing some consulting rooms along the way. The equipment and equipment in these consulting rooms have naturally been removed, leaving only empty rooms, illuminated by the light of the flashlight, and the mottled traces on the original white walls are fascinating.

Lu Juan passed two consultation rooms, and when he came to the door of the third consultation room, the light of the flashlight flashed by, and he found that this consultation room was a little different.

The light penetrated the broken door, illuminating the consulting room, which contained tables, chairs, and several hospital beds.

Obviously,

This should be the consulting room for checking the condition of the limbs.

"Why is the table here the only one not removed?"

Lu Jian walked into the consulting room, which was very spacious, with tables and cabinets standing there, except for being a little old, there was no sign of damage.

He shined a flashlight on the table, and there was no dust on the table, as if someone had been using it all the time.

When he came to the side of the hospital bed, Lu Jian felt that the shape of the bed was a bit strange. He made a gesture. Although he was only 1.85 meters tall, this bed probably couldn't even fit a 1.7 meter person. Most of the feet are exposed.

Moreover, there is a depression at the lower end of the hospital bed.

This appears to be a special purpose hospital bed.

Lu Jian didn't know very well, the number of times he went to the hospital was pitifully infrequent.

Every year when the flu season comes, other people keep sneezing, but he is fine, and has never had a cold or fever.

He felt very sorry for this.

Because according to Lu Jian’s immune theory, colds and fevers represent the normal functioning of your body’s immune function, which is equivalent to exercising every day. If you don’t catch a cold all year round, your body’s immune function will not be exercised. .

Pulling his thoughts back to the bed, Lu Jian tried to lie down on it.

Sure enough, the bed was too short for him.

Moreover, on both sides of the bed, there were strange armrests, which he couldn't touch when he was lying down. Instead, his legs could be placed on them to form an open posture.

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Lu Jian felt that there was something wrong with his current posture of inviting you into the urn.

He was just about to put his legs down when he heard the sound of metal clashing.

This is the sound of the scalpel being picked up from the instrument tray. Lu Juan lowered his head and saw a doctor in a white coat standing beside his hospital bed.

The doctor was tall, and his white coat was dirty, with stains of mud or blood. He was wearing a thick medical mask, and his hair was tied up in a hat. The doctor's skin was dark, his eyes were dull, As if it had been dead for a long time.

Holding a scalpel in his right hand and pliers in his left, he walked towards Lu Tribal without saying a word.

Is this to perform surgery on yourself?

In Lu Jian's [True Vision], the doctor's figure is vain, not like a real person, but more like a friend in the air. The scalpel in his hand is genuine, and it can easily cut human skin.

"Who are you?"

He hurriedly wanted to put his feet down, but Lu Jian found that his body seemed to be pressed by a heavy object, and he couldn't move. He could only watch the doctor approaching constantly, and the scalpel in his hand glowed coldly.

A sense of horror rose from Lu Lian's spine, and without hesitation, a silver revolver appeared in his hand.

[Last Words] Loaded the gun, and the bullet hit the doctor accurately.

Lu Yi didn't have a gap to consider the effect, so he used the most effective, that great raving bomb.

In an instant, Lu Jian saw that the other party stopped, and then, the restraint on Lu Jian's body was released, and he immediately jumped out of the bed.

The doctor covered his head, shrunk into a ball as if in pain.

Lu Jian picked up the crowbar and hit him on the head.

When the solid touch came, Lu Jian was a little curious, this guy actually had a body.

He saw the swooning doctor motionless, seemingly unconscious.

So, Lu Jian boldly picked up the crowbar and hooked the mask off the doctor's face.

He saw the other person's face.

Perhaps, that cannot be called a human face.

This face has no skin, only flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood are not complete, there are many traces of stitching. It can also be said that this face and this head are stitched together.

Such stitching marks also spread to the body, and it can be clearly seen that these stitching marks are not simply stitching the wound, but forcibly blending tissues from different bodies together.

The doctor was like Frankenstein, a man made of corpses.

Lu Jian listened, but it didn't have a heartbeat.

Even, Lu Jian felt that this guy might not even have a heart.

Zila——

There was a sound of metal clashing in the corridor. It seemed that something was moving in it. Lu Jian took a peek and found that it was a tall man wearing a white coat.

It's just that what the doctor is holding is not a scalpel, but a saw used by orthopedics for amputation.

The rusty saw made a sharp sound on the ground, echoing in the corridor.

"Are these monsters alienated from humans?"

Lu Jian guessed that he leaned against the wall and hid in the shadows. He heard the sound of footsteps outside and the sound of the saw rubbing gradually approaching. He came to the position behind him, paused for a while, and continued to move forward.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly a head poked out from the right side of Lu Lian, where the door of the consulting room was.

The doctor wearing a mask and hat, with a saw in his hand, came looking inside.