I used to believe in science

Antoinette sat, just sat there, thinking of nothing for a while.Then she realized that she shouldn't be sitting here so easily, so she started to be at a loss.She looked at her hands, they were clean and tidy, there were no strangle marks on her wrists, and they were quite stable, not trembling because of the pain, and her head didn't hurt like an awl or chisel.

So she raised her head, looked around blankly, and didn't realize what happened until she looked at the wine-red hair in her faint reflection in the opposite window.

She's not in her body right now...or she's in a dream right now.Under that kind of torture, she chose to escape into the depths of her consciousness to have a dream.

She almost laughed at it, but she told herself that it was reasonable to run away under the circumstances.

"Miss Hope?" Antoinette looked up when someone called her, it was a woman in a white coat, holding a registration board in her hand, standing in front of her and said, "The formalities have been completed, please Sign here."

The top of the form handed to her said 'Beverly Medical Research Center', and Antoinette glanced at it quickly, about the recovery of the damaged shoulder muscles, stitches removal, antibiotic use instructions and so on.She subconsciously touched her left shoulder, where there was a gunshot wound, and then heard the doctor's instructions such as reducing the amount of exercise and not performing difficult movements to avoid straining the muscles, etc., and signed her name in the final place.

She picked up an A and then realized it was wrong and spent it, re-signing Natalie Hope.

When she walked out of the hospital, she realized that night had fallen, and she looked for the car keys in the pocket of her coat.Suddenly she felt that something was not right, it was more like an agent's intuition, an instinctive premonition that there was danger nearby.So she looked around carefully.

The open-air parking lot outside the hospital has a wide view and can be seen clearly at a glance.There were two people standing apart at the end of the parking lot, and one of them, in a carer's outfit, looked away as she looked over.

Part of Antoinette's rationality told her that no matter what happened here, it had nothing to do with her, and she would leave with her eyes closed in peace.She thought about it, but accidentally dropped the key she took out on the ground, so she could only squat down and look for it under the car.

Then she heard a scream.

Antoinette stood up quickly, looked around, and then saw a woman running in the direction of the inpatient department.

It was a red-haired girl, wearing loose trousers and white clothes uniformly issued to inpatients, even barefoot, she was running on the grass while turning her head from time to time, as if something was chasing her behind.

She ran towards the parking lot, because this was the only way out of the gate.The two people who were standing outside earlier walked over, and the cleaner had already stopped the female patient and dragged her.And that sparked another round of screaming, yelling "Help, help me!"

She waved her hand at Antoinette, which she couldn't ignore.So she walked over and asked "what happened?"

"Nothing, miss, please step back, this patient has mental problems, be careful not to get hurt." The man in the nurse's clothes waved her to drive her away, and held the girl firmly with the other hand arm.

"Sir, I don't think..." Antoinette looked at the hand that was firmly grasping the girl's arm, frowning. She did see the white wristband on the girl's wrist, but as a person who deals with criminals with mental illness The best behavioral analysis is that she can list ten thousand wrong ways that the other party is treating the patient now.

But the latter pushed her away fiercely, and replied impatiently, "I said back off."

This made Antoinette stand still, and what made her make up her mind to take action was the girl's helpless and desperate eyes and the words she said to her, "God, look at their faces..."

While seeing the man's eyes flashing all black, Antoinette held down the nurse's hand that was pushing her, and twisted it outward. She used considerable force, and even heard the sound of bones being wrong.But the other party didn't move, and there wasn't even a little pain on his face.

For a second, Antoinette froze there, and the other party didn't move, and the picture was strangely still.Afterwards, Antoinette instinctively shook off the opponent and backed away, and a gust of wind swept across her face.

She lowered her head to dodge another lap, stretched out her legs and swept across the opponent's lower body, and when the opponent fell, she stepped heavily on the fallen person's chest, stepped on the opponent's jump, and hooked the other person's neck with her legs to bring him down.

The whole movement is done in one go, without thinking, just by muscle memory.

Not only did this startle the other girl, but Antoinette herself, looking down at her shoes, realized that this wasn't reality and there was nothing to be afraid of.So she reached out and grabbed the girl, pushed the person into the car before the person on the ground got up, and stepped on the gas pedal to get out of the hospital.

"Thank you." The girl who had just recovered took a deep breath, and thanked her with trembling lips, "My name is Anna Milton."

"Ann... Natalie," Antoinette replied, looking in the rearview mirror to make sure no one was coming after her. "So what was that? Please don't tell me I just flew over a madhouse with a psycho."

Anna looked down at the patient's wristband tied on her hand, feeling a little uneasy, "Their faces are scary. I don't know what they are, but they are definitely not human. They want to catch me..."

"It's good to know that I didn't hit the nurse." Antoinette rolled his eyes. "I guess, you saw a dark and twisted thing?"

When Anna looked at her with wide eyes, Antoinette knew he had guessed right.

In the fight just now, she saw the opponent's all-black eyes flashing past at the moment of the shot, without a trace of white or pupil, just pure black.She had seen this scene before, when Constantine took her to a casino in hell.

"So there are a few demons who want you." Antoinette felt strange, and she asked in a very casual way, "Is there anything special about you? A mutant? A witch?"

"No, God bless, I'm just an ordinary person...you won't believe it."

"Tell me, I'm fine with demons."

"Occasionally I can hear voices, conversations of angels, plans of demons and apocalypse."

Antoinette almost rolled her eyes because of this, she thought it was a bit nonsense, but the characters in this dream seemed to have always been weird and powerful, and there were indeed some people in the impression who were quite familiar with this aspect.

"I think it may take a few phone calls to ask." Finally, Antoinette said.