I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

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 1.8 meters tall, the height of an ordinary person was about 1.7 meters. Half a foot.

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 suture marks also spread to the body, and it can be clearly seen that these suture 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.

Shila-

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.

===141. Disappearing workers===

Lu Juan subconsciously wanted to lift the crowbar and try to hit its head, but some kind of inspiration kept him from moving.

Not only because there were more and more footsteps outside, but also because the doctor stared blankly around the consultation room, and even glanced over Lu Lian without any response.

"It can't see me?"

Lu Jian soon realized something.

After the other party retracted his head, he continued to drag the saw forward, and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

"But why did it look in here in the first place? Is it the sound?"

"No, no, it didn't find its own kind just now, there must be some other reason that made him look into the consulting room."

After thinking for a while, Lu Jian took off the white coat from the lying doctor, turned his mask upside down, put it on his face, and put on the white coat.

Looking at it this way, Lu Jian is no different from these doctors.

Both the clothes and the mask had a musty smell, but he could bear it at last. He hid the flashlight in his sleeve and leaned on a crowbar with his other hand. Lu Juan left the room.

When he walked out the door, Lu Yi turned around and glanced at the departments in this room.

Obstetrics and Gynecology.

At first, he was only a little stunned, and it turned out that those strange hospital beds were the examination beds of the obstetrics and gynecology department, but he soon fell into another kind of confusion.

The previous nurses' records and the hospital's own records did not mention that this hospital has an obstetrics and gynecology department. Some nurses even thought it was strange that this hospital did not have an obstetrics and gynecology department.

But why, now there is an obstetrics and gynecology department here?

Does the name of this task have anything to do with obstetrics and gynecology?

Why is there no obstetrics and gynecology department in Nanhua Private Renji Hospital?

Lu Juan recalled the location. According to the design plan of the hospital, this room should be the warehouse for storing the medicines needed on this floor. It is not a consultation room for obstetrics and gynecology at all.

But it's useless to stay here, Lu Jian decided to continue exploring.

As soon as he walked out of the consultation room, he saw a nurse sitting at the nurse's station.

The nurse didn't wear a mask, so her chapped mouth was exposed. The mouth had no lips, brown teeth were exposed outside, and the nurse's uniform was dirty. It didn't seem to notice the change outside, and it was still in front of the table, as if holding What does the pen record.

But Lu Jian saw that there was nothing on the table.

Or is it that what should have been there is now in his own hands?

He touched the red bound notebook in his arms.

Lu Jian saw the stairs, and he had to pass the nurse's station first.

The nurse repeated the process of writing in a daze, and even used her own nails, where the nails had already been peeled off. The ends of her fingers repeatedly rubbed and written on the wooden desk. Dirty black blood flowed out from her fingertips. There were marks on the table.

Lu Juan walked slowly past the nurse's station, and at the same time glanced at the blood on the table.

When Lu Yi was trying to identify the words clearly, the nurse suddenly raised her head.

In her eyes, the eyeballs had long since withered, and there were only two balls of rotting flesh that kept beating, but for some reason, Lu Jian felt that he was looking at each other.

But the nurse seemed to just raise her head, she didn't move her head in the face of the moving forward Lu Tuan, just staring at the place where Lu Tuan passed by.

Lu Jian felt relieved and took a look to confirm

He saw that it said, be careful behind your back.

For a moment, Lu Jian felt that there was really something behind him.

He slowed down and looked behind him out of the corner of his eye, but couldn't find anything.

Stepping up the stairs, Lu Juan walked steadily, keeping an eye on his surroundings.

As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs, Lu Jian felt that his trouser legs seemed to be pulled by something.

He looked down and saw that there were only his shoes there, nothing unusual.

Continuing to go up, Lu Jian came to the second floor.

He saw a nurse wandering in the corridor, it was pushing the shelf of the bottle, but the infusion tube of the bottle was connected to his arm, and the nurse's blood was drawn out and infused into the bottle, but it didn't notice it. Still making tinkling sounds, staggering in this corridor.

Lu Lian didn't disturb it, but continued to go up.

This time, he was a little more mindful when he turned the corner, slowing down his pace and paying attention to his feet.

Just as he raised his leg, Lu Juan clearly saw that there was a white and tender baby's hand, which stretched out from the shadows and tugged at his trouser leg.

Lu Jian's movements froze.

His eyes were gray and misty, and [True Sight] made him see this hand. Lu Jian knew very well that it was not a product of this world.

Even in the hospital where it was pitch black outside the window, and there were unknown humanoid monsters walking around, the owner of this hand was also a visitor from a foreign land.

His eyes moved to the shadows, trying to see the owner of the hand clearly, although instinct told Lu trip that it was better not to try, but he still looked over.

Unfortunately, there are only shadows, no monsters, and no children.

However, when Lu Jian moved his gaze away from the shadows, he clearly saw that behind him, in the dusty stairwell, besides his own footprints, there were a series of traces.

That mark, like a baby, faltering, a little bit of rubbing marks following Lu Jian up the stairs.

This trace spread all the way to where he was standing now.

Lu Jian looked at the last place of the mark, which was next to his trouser legs, where the shadow was the thickest.

He lifted his foot and walked a few more steps, but this time, he kept looking at the footprints behind him that didn't belong to him, trying to catch the opponent's movements.

However, the footprint remained unchanged, as if it remained in place.