If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Chicago, North and South Memorial Hospital.

Today, the hospital is still crowded with people. In the afternoon, the flow of people is so big that the registration queue reaches the glass door. The camera in the corner silently monitors the hall, scanning the nurses and doctors pushing the stretcher cart and shouting as they pass by.

The Chicago news headlines broadcast on the LCD screen hanging on the wall of the lobby were the highlights of last night's much-anticipated 'Chicago Bulls' vs. 'Los Angeles Lakers'. The former successfully defeated the latter 93 to 91, with a 2-point gap, which attracted the attention of the entire audience. Basketball-loving fans in Chicago are having a blast.

Obviously, when sportscasters were happily talking about how their city's teams were doing well, no one noticed that a horrific serial murder occurred in this Chicago public hospital.

Last night, the Chicago Police Department withdrew from North and South Memorial Hospital overnight. All news media were silent and could not even step forward to the main entrance of the hospital. Under the obstruction of a mysterious force, there was not even a single homicide case in the Chicago Morning Post today. When mentioned, the usual news warriors became mute, and no "brave" was seen to stand up and criticize the fact that the Chicago Police Department is weak and incompetent.

But despite this, in the inpatient department of the North-South Memorial Hospital, many inpatients still learned about last night's murder case. Under the suppression of the official media, the bizarre and horrific murder case changed from person to person. It was extremely shocking and horrifying, and even the rumors that 'the murderer did not leave the hospital' became more and more intense, and the most widely discussed one was the 'girl targeted by the devil'.

Inpatient department, 12th floor.

A wheelchair was slowly pushed along the corridor. Although the slight friction of the wheels on the floor was not loud, it attracted the attention of countless patients in the aisles and wards on both sides.

talk.

Whisper.

pity.

fear.

disgust.

Many complex and unprovoked emotions gathered together and fell on the person in the wheelchair. She said nothing and just buried her head very low. The caregiver behind her wanted to comfort the girl in the wheelchair, but she thought of what happened to the girl last night. She couldn't say anything about it.

It's too much, it's too much for the girl to bear.

Death, murderers, blood, corpses.

That nightmare would put anyone on the verge of collapse, and the girl was no exception. She was just an ordinary person, and she would also be afraid, so she kept trembling, and the hands hidden in her sleeves were balled up as if she wanted to tighten them. Something to put your mind at ease.

The nurse watched but could do nothing. She could only push the wheelchair with a forced smile towards the girl's ward at the end of the corridor, as if hiding the girl could give her real peace of mind.

In Ward 1201, the nurse pushed a wheelchair in front of the ward. She reached out to unscrew the door handle, but inadvertently pushed the door open. This surprised her, because before this, Ward 1201 was only wheelchair accessible. The girl lives alone.

The girl in the wheelchair subconsciously raised her hand to hold the nurse's wrist for pushing the wheelchair. Her eyes were wide open and full of fear. The nurse was also a little panicked, but she glanced at the patients wandering in the corridor in the distance and couldn't help but feel satisfied. After gaining some courage, he reached out and pushed open the door of the ward.

The wind that rolled along the shore of Lake Michigan blew into the ward and ruffled the forehead of the girl in the wheelchair.

The girl's eyes widened slightly, and the fingers holding the nurse's wrist unconsciously loosened. Her hazel eyes reflected the shadow of the boy beside the bed.

It was a sunny afternoon.

The waves of the sparkling Lake Michigan in the distance are rising one after another. The boy is wearing a light-colored hospital gown. He is sitting lazily on a chair beside the bed, resting his head on the half-open glass window and closing his eyes for a nap. His side face is facing him. Facing the clear blue sky outside the window, a wisp of curved eyebrows made him look a little delicate and feminine. His black eyelashes were tanned white, and there was something hidden in his naturally flowing black hair. The winter wind blew from one end to the other, soothing the chaotic heartstrings of everyone in the ward.

In front of the ward door, the nurse noticed that the wheelchair in her hand had moved. She lowered her head in surprise and found that the girl was pushing the wheelchair towards the boy by the window. She stopped two or three meters away and looked at her quietly and curiously. this boy.

For some reason, after seeing the boy, she felt inexplicably and for no reason at ease. The nightmare that was plaguing her was as clean as the blue sky above the boy's head where no scum could be seen. Only the sky, the lake and the people were left. No, It is the sky, people and the lake, with the blue sky on top and the boy in the middle. Behind him in the distance is Lake Michigan, so he is sandwiched between the two, as if he has captured all the beauty in the field of vision.

Suddenly, the boy's eyelashes trembled slightly as if he was about to wake up.

He slowly opened his eyes, and his dark pupils stared at the girl looking at him from the wheelchair.

The girl has golden hair, but compared to the beautiful golden color that the boy is familiar with, the girl's hair color is still a little childish, not pure and dazzling enough, it seems that the sunshine outside the window can be used to render the girl's long hair into a Virgin gold is a beautiful color that makes people feel happy.

So the boy turned sideways, allowing the blocked sunlight to shine on the girl's face. At that moment, the ward seemed to be a little brighter for no reason, and the boy couldn't help but open his eyes slightly.

It's interesting to say that the two people who met for the first time in the ward now had the same reaction. They were both looking at each other's faces carefully. They both thought a lot for a while. Maybe what they wanted to see was not the same. But the same thing is that the things that emerged from the minds of the two people all represent clean and beautiful objects, like new literature, like white doves, like the rows of white sails on Lake Michigan, like the statue of the Virgin Mary.

Neither of them spoke, both were waiting for the other to speak.

The ward remained quiet, and the sound of waves lapping at the distant lake could be heard, until the boy came back to his senses and spoke first.

"Hello. My name is Lin Nian, who are you?"

"Helena." The girl said quickly: "My name is Helena."

The moment she said it, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, as if a suffocated person finally surfaced, and the first glimpse of salvation was the bright sunlight falling from behind the boy.

*

"When the 'S' class meets 'Marita' for the first time, who bets that the 'S' class will be dumbfounded?"

In the temporary operational conference room of the Executive Department, someone whistled, and all the commissioners watching the real-time monitoring of the ward on the screen couldn't help but click their tongues.

This picture is as beautiful as a new work of art. This is the first time for most people to see 'Marita', a girl targeted by the devil. When they see her face, they roughly understand why the tactical department is so determined to have a bloody face. The killer will still strike.

This is like the Mona Lisa hidden in the Louvre. As long as she hangs there for a day, the thieves who fantasize about stealing her smile will never stop thinking about her.

"'Marita' was stunned at first. It seems to be a tie. It seems that we don't have to lose today's lunch money." The specialists in front of the screen shrugged and stuffed the money stacked on the table back into their bags.

"After all, our 'S' class looks pretty good, and it was carefully decorated by our makeup master before it went on stage." Many people laughed and looked back to the corner of the conference room, leaning against the wall with their hands clasped, looking at the screen and nodding slightly. Commissioner Gloria.

If you want to pretend to be a patient, you always need makeup skills to make you look sick. In this operation, only Commissioner Gloria knew the makeup skills, but it seems that everyone underestimated Gloria's achievements in the makeup class only for female specialists. After a little polishing, their 'S' class actually bloomed with a beautiful color that is not inferior to 'Marita'.

For this reason, the senior specialists who were busy with this matter even made a bet on who would be stunned by the "beauty" of the 'S' class when they met 'Marita' for the first time.

Judging from the situation on the screen now, everyone is evenly matched, and the 'S' class has defended the dignity of the excellent genes of the mixed race.

"To be honest, no one has investigated whether she is a mixed race?" The specialist monitoring the situation in the ward couldn't help but said while staring at the girl's beautiful face with clear lines on the screen.

"Marita is not a mixed race. The executive department has found out about Marita's background. Her father is a big Hollywood director and her mother is a Victoria's Secret model. She is naturally beautiful and even worked as a child star for a few years. She was very popular a few years ago, but later because of She quit the entertainment industry after studying. Her background is very clean. She is beautiful because she is born with good genes. Even ordinary people will always give birth to one or two such 'monsters'." The door of the war conference room was pushed open. Ryder walked in with a stack of documents, threw the documents on the table and looked at the screen with his hands folded: "Is there anything going on on the twelfth floor and other floors?"

"No, everything is normal." The specialist monitoring the floor surveillance replied.

"It seems that 'Beta' has already made contact with 'Marita'." Ryder sat on the swivel chair and looked up at the screen: "The next step is to wait patiently for the fish to take the bait."

"Captain, by the way, I have a question." Someone suddenly raised his hand.

"explain."

"We made the 'S' class look so good-looking. The bloody-faced killer won't suddenly have a whim and attack our 'S' class, right?"

Many people in the war room were stunned for a moment. Ryder also stayed for a few seconds. He turned to look at Gloria, then looked at Lin Nian on the screen. After being silent for a few seconds, he touched his chin: "Should... no. Will you?"

His tone was full of uncertainty.