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In the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant, a stainless steel cart is being slowly pushed from the front by a nurse wearing a light blue sterile suit. The tray on the cart contains several scalpels and many surgical blades. In the slight shaking of the cart, the scalpels collided with each other, making a slight tinkling sound, and at the same time, the blades showed a little bit of cold light as the light and shadow changed.

Qiancang glanced at it, and he remembered the situation on the cart, and he walked over calmly.

"Excuse me, I want to ask where is Otology?" Qiancang stepped forward, blocking in front of the nurse to prevent the other party from ignoring him and walking forward.

"Huh? It's... on the fourth floor." The carer pointed to the stairs behind and said, "Just go up here."

"Thank you!" Qiancang smiled with the caregiver, and then he walked forward, but for some reason he accidentally tripped over the wheel, his right hand was on the tray of the cart and his left hand touched the ground.

Seeing this, the nurse bent over and looked away from the cart, "Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

"No, it's okay." Qian Cang shook his head, and walked forward while standing up. When he stood up completely, he was already standing behind the nurse, and he didn't stop and move on.

The nurse looked at Qian Cangyi's back and felt a little strange, but he didn't think much about it, but continued to push the cart.

When he reached the top of the stairs, Qian Cangyi slowed down. He held his right hand in his jacket pocket. After the people on the stairs went up and down, he walked up again and took out the scalpel at the same time. He tested it and found that the scalpel was sharp, but the length of the blade was shorter than he thought. In addition, there were five blades in his pocket. After placing the scalpel, he took out the scalpel and checked it. .

According to Xiao Zuanfeng, the wounds caused by direct penetration may not be as effective as imagined, but there is no other good weapon at present, time is waiting for no one, so try it out first.

Qiancang thought, and put the blade away at the same time.

In the waiting area on the fourth floor, he narrowly selected a chair with vacant seats around. He didn’t like to occupy three seats by one person. He just liked a larger space because he could spread his legs without worrying. Huddle with others.

He doesn't like to be crowded with others very much, and his past experience disgusts him from the bottom of his heart.

When I was young, I was squeezed in a low-cost apartment with my parents. The toilet was a public toilet, and the bathroom was a public bathroom. The bedroom, kitchen and living room were all crowded together. Every night, three people lay on a large single bed. When I was reading, there were 72 people in the 45-person classroom. The people sitting in the last row were almost leaning against the blackboard at the back. Everyone's seating space was used to the limit, and even the podium was so crowded that only the lectern was left. Space for teachers to write chalk.

Why are there so many people?

Sayama has been thinking about this issue since the third grade.

Why are there so few things, and why are they all crowded together?

There are more and more puzzles in his mind.

Maybe it will grow bigger in the future...

He could not find the reason, and could only hope that the future would change.

Later, he moved into the dormitory of the school. After graduation, he moved into the company dormitory. The problem as a child was still not solved. What made him even more incomprehensible was why everyone didn't care, but rather enjoyed the crowded feeling.

When buying a house, Xia insisted on choosing a larger house. Even though he would have to pay back ten years of debt, he didn't care because he could live in a larger place.

"It's so crowded..." He said softly while standing on the subway, and his complaints were no different from casual complaints in the ears of the rest of the people.

"It's so crowded..." He sat in the driver's seat of the SUV, staring at the long line in front of him in a daze.

"It's so crowded..." He muttered to himself as he watched the team in front of the cash register in the city when buying the new year's goods.

Why are there so many people?

Nian couldn't figure out this question, he felt very surprised, why it was already very crowded, and the rest of the people still wanted to squeeze up in piles, as if they were all enjoying it.

"Is anyone here?" a soft questioning voice came.

Shan raised his head and saw a man with a tired face. His lips were white and he seemed a little uncomfortable. The man combed the dense black behind his head. The white shirt and beige plaid jacket looked handsome.

It's so crowded...Why should everyone squeeze around me? Isn't it good to keep a distance between people?

Thought narrowly, but the expression on his face was completely opposite to the feeling in his heart.

"Of course." Sayama smiled at the man, and at the same time shrank her open legs in the middle.

Suddenly, Shan felt that something was wrong with his neck. It seemed that some liquid was pouring out, and the degree was very fast. At the same time, his body felt weak and became a little stiff.

"what!"

A piercing scream sounded in the waiting area, attracting everyone's attention. The doubters turned their heads one after another. Then, they saw a narrow-eyed man with a slightly taller line opened in the neck, and blood was constantly moving towards Outside, and in front of this man, there was a man with a little bookishness, but the bookishness at this time made him look more like a chilling murderer.

The money warehouse suddenly became narrow.

The gushing blood splashed on Qiancangyi's body, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Neither the scream nor the roar could stop him from taking his next move, and the scalpel he held tightly in his right hand cut to the narrow neck again.

If Qiancang had some doubts about the identity of the person in front of him before the first cut of the scalpel, now, he no longer doubts the identity of the other person. The cut that should have been cut with a single cut actually requires two knives to cut. open.

When time stopped, he cut the narrow neck twice. When the scalpel touched the narrow neck, Qiancang Yi felt the resistance from the narrow skin.

At this time, the third knife swung fully hit the target, but there was no expected effect.

The blade passed through the narrow neck, as if passing through the air, without encountering the original resistance.

At the same moment, Qian Cangyi's gaze fell into the narrow eyes, which were full of killing intent. Then, the other party's whole person suddenly disappeared, leaving only a spot of blood.

"Grab him!" a middle-aged man with sturdy arms yelled ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The person he was referring to was undoubtedly Qian Cangyi.

The problem is that no one dared to do it. Not only did no one act bravely, but the people around them all chose to take a few steps back, and the timid people even ran away without a trace.

It's not dead...it's really troublesome! It is estimated that the security will come soon, and I need to change clothes.

Qian Cangyi recalled the map of the hospital in his mind, and walked to the changing room that Xiao Zuanfeng once said. He needs a clean dress. As for his face, he is not afraid of being recognized by others, because now his face is full of blood. .

He ran up like a gust of wind.

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