save the judge

Izumi Jinguji sat in a corner piled with cardboard boxes, stepped on a glass bottle with a slender neck with one leg bent, and shook his foot once and for all. , a monotonous and terrifying sound that magnified like a sea tide in this room that was empty except for him.

—Yes, there was no one else but him.

Obviously, he was still talking to Munakata just now, but when he turned his head, Munakata and Fushimi who were standing in place disappeared, as if they had never appeared before, and the fog that was so thick that they could not see clearly disappeared instantly, and everything changed It was almost over before Jingujiquan could react.

Jingongjiquan didn't know anything about the situation outside, none of the powerful men around him was there, and there was a mollusc seafood that even the Central Plains was afraid of wandering around in the corridor...

No matter how you look at it, it's a must-kill game.

Jingujiquan moved a box to the door again worryingly, blocking the door that looked tattered.

Even though you know it's useless, it's better than doing nothing.

This is a small storage room, located at the corner of the corridor on the third floor. There are several heavy metal cabinets against the wall. It looks like a room for storing medical supplies. Numerous glass bottles and jars are neatly arranged. Stacked in the cabinet, the potions inside have dried up after many years, leaving only beautiful round bottles standing in a row, the labels on them have long since dried and peeled off, and the ink on the paper has faded to the point that it is impossible to see the original color. handwriting.

Jingujiquan just took a glance and then looked away, holding his breath to tear open the tattered curtains.

The glass here is intact, with a thick layer of dirt on it. I can't see the situation outside the window, I can only feel the fog that blocks the sky and sticks to every corner like tarsal maggots.

Jingu Jiquan grabbed the rotten curtain with one hand, and tried again to gather spiritual power to summon Fusangshen.

After being separated from Munakata, he had tried several times, but each time it ended in failure, as if something was between him and Honmaru's Fusangshin, roughly cutting off his call.

Just try again...and again...

Jingujiquan opened his eyes, and kicked a broken box in front of him irritably.

Okay, if he can't be summoned, he won't be able to be summoned. Did he get through all kinds of difficulties by calling for help before he met Hikakiri and the others?

Jingongjiquan thought about it calmly. In short, let’s not mention whether to take in or not. In the face of a disaster, saving his life is the first priority. He has to escape from this abandoned hospital first, and find Munakata and others, although according to his analysis, Among the few people living in this hospital, he should be the weakest one. That's right.

With one hand, he pulled all the bottles and cans from the iron medicine shelf into a box, and overturned the shelf.

The heavy iron frame fell to the ground, stirring up a thin layer of ash.

The hospital-style army green shelf is bulky and bulky. It is made of iron plates and iron bars with screws. After years of corrosion, the screws are rusty and fragile. Jingongjiquan looked at the big shelf. , stepped on it, rolled up his sleeves, held an iron pipe with both hands, gritted his teeth and began to exert force.

After a creaking sound that made teeth sour, there were two crunches, and the screws at both ends of the iron pipe were killed one after another, and they were torn off by Jingujiquan and the nuts.

This is an iron pipe used to fix two pieces of iron sheets. Both ends were bent and flattened. Jingujiquan took out the rattling screws at both ends and threw them away. He harvested a pipe about forty centimeters long with two ends beaten. A sharp and flat iron pipe that is bent and filed, its appearance is terrifyingly familiar, and there is another more familiar alias called a crowbar.

Holy Sword of Physics, get√

Jingujiquan held it in his hand and weighed it twice. After getting familiar with its weight, he tried it left and right and found that there was no place to put it in. After hesitating for a while, he resigned himself to stuffing it into his belt.

Everything else is okay, just a bit of a stomachache.

Thinking deeply about the problem of losing weight, he bent down and began to remove the things he had just moved to block the door one by one.

The corridor was eerily quiet.

The sound of lone footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, Jingu Jiquan held a hot new self-defense weapon in his right hand, and walked forward along the base of the wall as lightly as possible.

An atmosphere that is too quiet will always make people unable to help but start thinking wildly.

And for some reason, the more unknown the atmosphere, the more weird things that come to mind.

Jingujiquan's thinking has jumped from a very popular story in the Heian era that Higakiri told him last time, to Tsurumaru who is still watching the future in Abe's mansion, and then from the SCP containment file that he glimpsed before departure All kinds of weird stuff, jumping to a coherent and horrific nightmare I had last night...

"Bah."

In the peaceful rhythm, his heart beat out a chaotic accent.

As soon as Jingujiquan's footsteps stopped, the feeling of being watched made the hairs on his back stand on end, and the blood in his whole body flowed backwards in an instant, being pumped frantically into the heart, and then stingily poured into the limbs.

In just a few seconds, Jingujiquan's hands and feet were already icy cold.

Such tension made his sanity clearer.

He was sure that he didn't hear any suspicious sounds, including the sound of soft tentacles sliding, none at all. He believed in his premonition of the crisis, so how did that thing get close to him?

——How to get close to him, so close that he can even feel the other person's clothes...

clothing?

Jingujiquan felt relieved at first, and then quickly brought it up again.

Knowing how to wear clothes proves that it is a person.

Better to meet a human here than to meet a tentacle monster with no clothes on.

But if this person is so close to you without making a sound...

Perhaps a little more caution is required.

Jingujiquan didn't move, and didn't look back.

After being still for about three seconds, he suddenly lowered his body and rolled forward with his head in his arms, and he raised his leg to sweep the man's lower body fiercely.

He was sure that the back of his foot that he was using to exert force had hit something, and he heard a dull thud, followed by a sharp pain in his foot that seemed to have cracked a bone, and he didn't seem to have kicked it all at once. The most fragile ankle in the human body seems to have kicked a mountain of steel meat instead.

Jingongjiquan let out a muffled snort, unable to catch up. The whole person rolled five meters away before stopping, still holding on to the life-saving crowbar, and jumped up from the ground smoothly and swiftly, looking at At the place just now, the swift movements did not look like the half-limping state where he kicked his own instep.

Looking at the past, Jingujiquan confirmed that his judgment just now was correct.

That is indeed a person.

Moreover, he is tall and thin, with a bamboo pole figure that does not match the real weight he feels under his feet. According to visual inspection, he is about two meters tall. As for the others...

Jingujiquan's scalp was a little numb.

He can't see.

The person on the opposite side looked like a scum with a negative force value, he kicked him to the ground without warning, and was slowly getting up from the ground.

He—let's just call him "he"—wears a large straight black robe, covering from head to toe, completely covering his body and limbs, with a black hood on his head , a long, pointed thing with a cold light protruded from under the brim of the hat...

Goosebumps sprang up on Jingujiquan's back again.

Then the man stood up, patted the hem of his clothes slowly, and then lifted his collar and shook it. This set of actions looked like an old-fashioned gentleman was arranging his clothes.

And Jingujiquan noticed that when he was doing these movements, his fingers were hidden under the long sleeves, and no skin was exposed.

After tidying up his clothes, which were as simple as a piece of cloth sewn from the beginning to the end, he turned his face, and Jingujiquan saw the true face of the long and sharp thing.

Under the hood is a beak mask. The ferocious beak with a length of [-] centimeters occupies more than half of the mask. The overall visual effect is a bit abstract and terrifying.

...It also has a dark fairy-tale flavor.

But it doesn't match the style of this abandoned hospital.

"Good afternoon, good sir, why did you kick me?" When Jingujiquan looked at him vigilantly, Bird's mouth spoke slowly, his voice sounded very peaceful and a little happy.

"This is a hospital," Jingujiquan heard that Niaozui was even more happy when he said this sentence, and that kind of pure joy almost infected Jingujiquan, making him wonder for a moment whether he was in some kind of paradise on earth Such a great place.

"I've been here for several days without seeing anyone else, and finally I see you, good sir, are you a patient here?"

The anticipation and earnestness in the bird's beak voice made Jingu Jiquan feel too embarrassed to say that negative answer.

Although separated by a mask, he can probably imagine the sincere desire of the eyes under the beak mask.

— Desire to find a patient?

Jingujiquan took a step back indiscriminately: "No, I'm not. If I have to say it, I'm a doctor... I guess."

Bird's mouth seemed to look at the white coat on him, and let out an "oh" in frustration.

After pausing for a while, he seemed a little unwilling to give up, and said again: "You see, I am also a doctor. I observed you for a long time just now. Although I didn't find any traces of disease on your body, I assure you that the plague is here! And my treatment is the most effective, I can keep you away from the disease..."

A chord in Jingujiquan's mind was plucked at once.

plague?

He looked again at the guy who was still talking about his medical skills, and finally remembered that he was wearing a black robe and a bird's beak mask. Isn't this the plague doctor's outfit during the Black Death epidemic in the Middle Ages in Europe?

So he has come across some SCP containment that loves roleplaying?

Jingujiquan is still thinking about the identity of the bird's beak, but the other party is getting better: "You see, as long as I try a little, you can stay away from the disease and become a better human being in the true sense—"

He walked towards Jingujiquan with a sincere tone, and stretched out his hands that had been hidden in his sleeves.

Two gleaming scalpels poked out a cold front from the black cuffs.