Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

After receiving the news from the nurse at the door, he heard that a rich man had come to the hospital and would spend a lot of money to treat the patients. Channard also rushed over immediately. No one would have trouble with money.

"Mr. Dean, don't worry, we will take good care of this patient."

After examining the patient and confirming that there was a problem with the lobe of the brain, Channard made a reassurance.

"Okay, I believe in Dr. Channard's professionalism. This is this year's medical expense and donation agreement. Take a look. If there is no problem, we can sign it."

"No problem at all!"

Channard looked at the stacks of dollars in the opened suitcase and immediately signed the contract.

The contract is made in duplicate.

As for the portion in Wu Heng's hand, the corners were looming with a hint of red.

Wu Heng put away the contract, turned around and left the hospital.

It was so simple to send a person to a mental hospital. He didn't even know the gangster's name. The purpose was just to take the opportunity to get Channard's signature.

After returning to the hotel,

While observing Channard's behavior, Wu Heng used table salt to practice painting the dissolving formation.

Although he could directly control Channard, he did not want to be directly involved with the Mourning Box.

All you have to do is wait.

The symbol of the dissolving formation has been engraved in Wu Heng's memory. After many times of practice, he waved his hand again,

Countless amounts of salt swayed out, and with the help of the power of thought,

Just like splashing ink into a painting, six dissolving arrays were drawn around his body in just one second.

Circles lay next to each other, forming a six-petal plum blossom pattern, protecting Wu Heng in the middle.

This dissolving array seems to comply with the rules of this world and can target specific creatures, but to ordinary humans, it is just a pattern formed by a pile of salt.

If Wu Heng hadn't broken away from his identity as a curser and his own abilities didn't belong to this world, I'm afraid he would have been restrained.

In the office of the director of the mental sanatorium,

Channard was hiding in the secret room, constantly studying the mourning box in his hand. He pressed it in a specific way, but the box didn't respond.

He also needed some inspiration, some epiphany.

After trying to no avail, he angrily threw the other fake puzzle boxes out and smashed the organ specimen jars on the shelves. The brains and baby corpses contained in them fell to the ground along with shards of glass.

Channard calmed down and continued trying.

There was a ripple in the box, and his eyes were confused for a while, as if he had felt something. His right thumb involuntarily pressed on the box of mourning, and drew a circle along the front.

Just when the light in the secret room gradually dimmed.

call!

Channard took a sharp breath, but his eyes suddenly woke up. He breathed in the air greedily, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and his underwear stuck to his back, making him feel a little uncomfortable and chilly.

"so close!"

Channard picked up the tissue on the table and wiped his sweat. He had done a lot of research and naturally knew the consequences of opening the box.

That's where opportunities and dangers coexist.

Only by evading the messenger of death can you steal the power of eternal life and discover the secrets deep in the brain.

In that specific environment after the box is opened, everything in the brain will be displayed like a picture scroll.

"Pain and Understanding"

These two are the keys to opening the box.

Thinking of this,

Channard stuffed the box into his pocket, turned around and took the elevator to the floor of mentally ill patients with masochistic tendencies.

The patients here are all wearing straitjackets with long sleeves like cloth straps, which are tied crosswise to the bed, and protective plugs are stuffed into their mouths. These patients are constantly struggling on the bed.

Channard took a look and asked the nurse to go to the first floor to help. Then he took out two iron plates from the medical sterilization cabinet, one of which was filled with sharp scalpels.

The other one contained a dozen doses of anesthetic and a syringe.

He first injected anesthetic into the legs of these people to prevent them from moving around. During the injection, he didn't even bother to change the syringe. He just used a syringe to inject from the first person to the last person.

Then he used a scalpel to cut through the straitjackets of these people, and inserted a scalpel into each person's hand.

"Everyone, look here!"

Channard held a scalpel in his right hand, put the scalpel on his arm, and lightly scratched it to demonstrate.

Immediately, a large number of patients began to scratch their arms with sharp knives.

But there are two or three smarter mental patients among them,

With their amazing insight, they clearly observed that Channard used the back of the knife when slicing his arm, so they all turned the scalpel over in their hands.

He put the knife on his arm and scratched it.

Naturally, no changes or wounds were found. They glanced at the bright red arm of the patient in the next bed with confusion, and then looked at their own clean arms, feeling a little puzzled.

When Channard saw this, his eyes flashed, and he turned the scalpel blade again. This time he used the real blade to scratch his arm, and blood dripped out.

The three mentally ill patients who observed carefully immediately learned to flip the blade, and blood suddenly flowed from their arms.

"It's blooming, hey, it's blooming, beautiful big red flowers!"

One of the patients immediately clapped his hands with joy.

"I want big red flowers, lots and lots of big red flowers." As he spoke, he cut his arm again and admired it happily.

At this time, most of the patients had cut their arms to pieces with blood and flesh, and most of the sheets were stained red.

Upon seeing this, Channard smiled with satisfaction, turned around and walked out.

The moment Channard left,

The mental patient who said he liked to see big red flowers immediately stopped smiling, cut off a piece of sheet with a scalpel, and wrapped it around the wound on his arm.

He took off his straitjacket and ran to the door to observe quietly.

Since Channard wanted to sacrifice these patients, he naturally sent away all the nurses on this floor. After making sure that there was no one around, the patient ran away along the upward stairs.

The doctor was going downstairs. If he went down at this time, he would definitely meet him. On the roof of the fifth floor, there was an escape passage on the outer wall.

He is a mental patient, but not a fool. The doctor obviously wants his life.

It wasn't until he quickly climbed down along the iron rod on the roof, completely escaping from the mental sanatorium, and escaped to an empty underground parking lot, that the patient breathed a sigh of relief and took out the scalpel.

A smile appeared on the serious face again:

"Hey, now I'm the only one looking at the big red flower, and no one else will see it!"

After saying that, he continued to scratch his arm with the scalpel.

Halfway through the row, a red Ford sedan pulled into the parking lot, and a woman with light makeup in a backless dress got out of the car.

The mental patient squatted slightly and hid behind the car. He stretched out his head to take a look and murmured: "What a smooth back. I want to give her a big red flower."

In a mental sanatorium,

Channard came to the second floor and walked to Tiffany's door. He looked along the crack in the door and found that she was putting together a Lego puzzle.

Channard didn't pay much attention to the pile of educational toys around him. There were often donations from caring people here.

He opened the door and walked in,

He reached out and took away the puzzle piece from Tiffany's hand, and put the mourning box into her hand.

Tiffany didn't protest, but silently studied the new toy in her hand.

Upon seeing this, Channard left here immediately.

Wu Heng, who is always paying attention to the movements in the mental hospital,

From the moment Channard was playing with the mourning box, he had noticed something unusual in the hospital, and he knew that Channard should take action.

"Money is not that easy to get, it's money from selling one's body."

In the ward, Tiffany's IQ of 220 was all focused on her talent for deciphering, and she was trained day after day in the golden age of 4 to 15 years old.

And the self-mutilation and pain of the patients on the fourth floor, coupled with Channard's desires,

It also formed an opportunity to open the Box of Mourning.

Even if it is a box of mourning that only those with pain and desire can open in person,

Put it on Tiffany's hand,

Unexpectedly, she was gradually cracked by her as simple as paper.

The four corners and the middle part of the puzzle box split into a "rice" shape.

And gradually bounced up.

The light around the room dimmed, and the door, which had a gap in it, suddenly closed and closed.

The hospital was constantly flashing with electricity, like the eve of a rainstorm.

But the temperature is not as sultry as a heavy rain, but as cold as if you were in a tomb.

The surrounding walls began to glow,

The faint blue light seemed to be behind these walls, and there were some souls burning in the cold light.

The solid masonry was also shaking, and the wall turned into an extremely unstable block, with light leaking from the gaps in the block.

These blocks actually moved.

It was twisted and misaligned like a puzzle, and the wall seemed to be cracking.

As the puzzle box bounces up, the "rice" shape turns, crosses, and falls again.

Wails and cries of countless timbres suddenly sounded.

The surrounding glass was shattered, books and papers were flying, a cold wind surged from the ground, and the flesh was blown through and passed through. No clothes could block this cold wind.

duang——!

A dull bell sounded from far behind the wall, seeming to announce the arrival or end of something.

Click click click.

The blocks of the wall stopped moving, the light stopped, but the entire wall split apart, and four arched cold passages appeared on the four walls.

Waves of white mist poured into the room from the passage, and various souls who died tragically were looming in the mist.

They screamed wildly, as if they wanted to break away from the white mist and escape into the human world.

The deeper the passage goes, the deeper the darkness becomes.

Footsteps gradually sounded from the darkness.

A fat gourmet wearing sunglasses and a huge wound on his abdomen walked out of the stone door behind Tiffany, and Shivertooth and Deep Throat also walked out of the stone door in front of her on the right.

Tiffany sat on the messy paper floor. Although she was simple, she knew that she had attracted bad things, but she didn't know how to express her fear.

She just sat quietly, staring blankly at the three monsters that suddenly appeared.

Their bodies were torn apart and then sewn back together again, either incomplete or twisted, as if they had been smelted in a furnace.

Such a creature, no matter where it places its body, can only cause pain.

Deep Throat stood in front of Tiffany;

With the throat torn by the wire, exposing the neck bone, he aimed at Tiffany, and the two eagle claw bone-cutting knives in his hands kept rubbing against each other, making a sharp and piercing sound.

This sound was like the wail of bones.

Just as she was about to take action, a low and indifferent male voice sounded from the middle passage:

"Wait!"

Accompanied by the low footsteps, Nailhead, wearing a black windbreaker, slowly walked out of the passage.

The sinful souls overflowing from the white mist sank into the floor as if they had seen their natural enemy, not daring to make the slightest whine, for fear of attracting attention.

The high priest Nailhead came into the room and looked at Deep Throat: "No."

"No?" Deep Throat asked.

"No!"

"It was not her who summoned us, but desire!" Nailhead turned his eyes to the direction of the door while speaking.

The tightly closed wooden door opened with a bang.

The darkness enveloped the entire hospital, and there were other open hell passages outside the wooden door. Nailhead looked at one of them,

That was where Channard disappeared.

Channard firmly believed that dreams would not abandon those who pursued them with all their heart. As long as they did not stop pursuing them, they could bathe in the glory of their dreams. This psychiatrist resolutely embarked on the road to pursue his dream - the hell passage. But at this time, it was not only Channard who sneaked into the hell maze, but also Wu Heng. When he noticed something strange, Wu Heng brought a fainted man to the mental hospital and hid at the edge. Seeing a hell passage appear in front of him. Wu Heng immediately turned into smoke and possessed the homeless gangster he picked up on the roadside. "Young man, you should thank me." "Anyway, with your character, you will go to hell sooner or later. Entering hell now will save you a lifetime of struggle." "There should be no shortage of rooms in hell!" Wu Heng said silently, controlling this body with nightmare power, and stepped into the white mist along the passage. In the maze hell, if Levita peeked at you, your thoughts and memories would be exposed. If the body dies normally and the soul enters, it is not a big deal, after all, there are too many dead people.

But Wu Heng's real body entering is very eye-catching and will definitely attract Leviathan's attention.

After he has the prison of thought,

although he is confident that he can block the detection of the monks and Leviathan.

But his body is a tangible thing after all. Under Leviathan's gaze, it is like a walking stone. As the saying goes, there must be a demon in everything abnormal.

So Wu Heng used this living body,

turned into smoke and possessed it, controlling this living body to walk, which is equivalent to a person entering hell with a stone on his body.

Then there is nothing strange, at most it is a perception.

This kind of low-quality soul of a gangster is not even qualified for Leviathan to take a look.

This time, the plot will be when Leviathan is the weakest, which is why Wu Heng must enter the labyrinth hell.

Moreover, Wu Heng has a guess in his heart.

Christine has disappeared in reality for so long, it is very likely that she has entered hell.

I just don't know whether she entered with her body or with her body.