[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

The aroma of coffee wafted through the abandoned library, and the man in a suit took a sip of the coffee in his hand unhurriedly, and then put another cup of coffee on the table in front of him.

"Good afternoon," Finch came in, "Mr. Reaser."

Finch picked up the coffee on the table and turned on the computer at the same time: "Our new number, Angela Grossman, an excellent pediatrician, came to work in New York City earlier this year."

"I checked, she is now living with her niece, and her boyfriend is a manager of a financial investment company." Finch handed the photo of Angela Grossman to John.

"A doctor," John said, looking at the woman in the picture, "will she be the perpetrator or the victim?"

"By the way," Finch looked at John, "how is Ivan Bird now?"

"I asked Lionel to watch him," John said, "and I'm pretty sure there's no way he'd survive that night. Not to mention that when he showed up the next day, his forehead was like a peeled egg, Not a single wound."

Finch frowned and was about to say something when John's cell phone rang.

John looked at the caller ID and answered the call.

"Leinar, why..." John's pupils shrank slightly, and then he looked at Finch opposite him.

"You mean, Evan Bird died suddenly?"

Outside the morgue at Mount Sinai Medical Center in New York.

The red-haired young man was lying on the bed, his face pale and lifeless. Two medical staff pushed the newly delivered corpse into the morgue.

"How young," one of the medical staff looked at the corpse in front of him, "It looks so good, it's so pitiful to die like this."

Another said: "I heard that it was a sudden death. When he was sent to our hospital, he was already out of breath, and he couldn't even be rescued."

Two medical staff pushed the corpse and stopped in front of the corpse refrigerator. One of them walked over and opened an empty stainless steel drawer, and the other idly set his gaze on the corpse's face.

In the next second, a horrified expression appeared on the face of the medical staff looking at the corpse.

Ivan struggled to open his eyes from the darkness. The lights on the ceiling made him frown involuntarily. He turned his head slightly and met the eyes of a woman wearing a mask standing beside him.

The horror in the woman's eyes made Ivan shake his mind. He opened his mouth and was about to say something. The next second, two screams rang out, successfully making Ivan forget what he wanted to say.

"Ghost! Ghost!"

"The dead are alive! Help!"

The two medical staff fled, and the whole process took no more than half a minute.So much so that when Ivan reacted, he was the only one left in the room.

Ivan sat up from the bed, he looked around, and soon he recognized this place as the morgue.

No wonder the two people were scared away by him just now. The young man's eyes fell on the tag hanging on his feet. He pulled the tag off and threw it on the ground.

"Friendly reminder," Ann's voice sounded, the girl's voice was still sweet, "Your blood volume is currently 12%, please try to save as much as possible."

The blue veins on Ivan's forehead twitched a few times, and the young man tried hard to calm down his emotions.

"What will happen to me if I run out of blood again? Just faint like before?" Ivan asked.

"That's not fainting," Ann said, and she said maliciously, "That's death, you run out of blood again, and the next time you wake up, you may be in the cabinet next to you, and you can't even think of it." Come."

After hearing An's words, Ivan subconsciously looked at the corpse refrigerator beside him.With cabinets made of stainless steel, young people can fully imagine the feeling of oppression in those narrow drawers.

"Your every move is consuming blood," An's voice sounded again, "I suggest you find negative values ​​as soon as possible to increase your blood."

"What else?" The young man lowered his eyes, "Another death?"

"What do you think?" An's voice was a little lazy, "You decide for yourself, at worst, if you die, I will find the next host."

Ivan walked in the direction of the morgue door: "Yes," the young man said, "You can find the next host, what time are you wasting on me, this is a hospital, you can find anyone you want."

This time, An didn't answer immediately like before, but fell silent uncharacteristically.

Until Ivan pushed open the door of the morgue, he didn't wait for Ann's answer.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Ivan walked forward along the corridor, "Could it be..." The young man stopped, feeling a bad feeling in his heart.

"Can't you get out of my mind?" The young man had a cold face, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Ann's voice finally sounded: "Based on our current relationship, I don't think I should hide this matter. Something happened when I entered your brain, which caused a large loss of my energy. I have no way to leave you now .”

"I think you can stop talking about these meaningless words," Ivan said, "You'd better explain the current situation clearly, or get out of my mind quickly, or don't expect me to cooperate with you in doing anything. "

"The situation is very simple," Ann said, "you are still alive, supported by the remaining energy of me. If my energy is exhausted, we will both wait to sleep forever together. The decision is yours, you are Do you want to live on? Or just die like this?"

After Ann finished speaking, Ivan did not respond for a long time.After about a minute or two, Ann heard the young man curse in a low voice.

"How can I find the negative value you mentioned earlier?" Ivan said blankly.

5 minutes later, New York Mount Sinai Medical Center, Pediatric Examination Room.

A girl in a dress stopped in front of the nurse's station, and she showed a sweet smile.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Greensey." Emma greeted a nurse sitting in the nurse's station.

"Good afternoon," the nurse showed a gentle smile after seeing Emma, ​​"Are you here to see your aunt?"

Emma nodded: "Is Aunt Angela sick now? Will I disturb her if I go in?"

"She has no patients at present," said the nurse. "I'm sure she will be very glad to see you. Go and find her in her office."

Emma smiled again, and the girl's smile was reminiscent of an angel in a church window.

"Then I'll go find Aunt Angela. I wish you a pleasant afternoon." With a sweet smile, Emma walked to the office not far away.

Ivan stood by the water dispenser, watching the polite and gentle girl knock on the office door, and then walked into the office.

Anzheng carefully interpreted the word negative value for Ivan: "Negative value refers to the accumulated value of negative emotions, such as non-positive emotions such as anger, killing intent, and jealousy. The more negative emotions, the higher the accumulated value."

"Are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?" Ivan walked towards the office, "She looks like an ordinary girl, and her negative emotions are mostly because she didn't get the new cosmetics this season, and the person she hates Grabbed it, so she was envious and jealous."

"Believe me," An expressed dissatisfaction with Ivan's questioning, "She is the closest source of negative value to you, and her negative value is simply off the charts."

Ivan walked to the door of the office and glanced at the name plate nailed to the door, Angela Grossman.

"You need to find an opportunity," Ann chattered in Ivan's mind, "You have to get in touch with that girl, even if it's a pat on the shoulder, so that I can read her memory and find a way to get negative values."

Ivan had a headache from being quarreled by Ann, he pressed his temple, and then spoke mercilessly.

"To shut up."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, the office door in front of him opened.Ivan lowered his head slightly, and the black-haired girl who entered the office before met his eyes.

"Hello," Emma smiled, "please let me go."

Ivan stared at Emma for two seconds, then moved away slowly, and said in a low voice, "Sorry."

Just when Emma was about to walk past Ivan, Ivan suddenly reached out and patted Emma on the shoulder, and then the young man's hand froze in midair.

Emma frowned, and looked back at Ivan: "What's the matter?"

Ivan came back to his senses, he quickly withdrew his hand, and then looked at the girl who was about eighteen or nineteen years old in front of him.

"I want to ask," Ivan said, "do you know which floor the cardiology department is on?"

Emma looked at the person in front of her, then pointed to the nurse's station: "You can ask the nurse."

"Okay, thank you." Ivan thanked him blankly, and then watched Emma leave.

"What did you just say?" the young man stared at the girl's back and asked.

"I said," Ann said, "this girl is an out-and-out murderer. You can't imagine how many lives she has in her hands."

"She looks like she's still in college, at least she looks like a gentle girl on the surface." In Ivan's mind, the eyes of the girl and him just now appeared in Ivan's mind, and the anger and mania in those eyes were suppressed.

"A gentle girl who watched others burn to death after setting fire to her." Ann said.

Ivan turned around and walked to the elevator not far away: "So have you found a way to get negative values?"

"The way to get the negative value is very simple," An replied seriously, "It's just a matter of irritating the source of the negative value. The main thing is to find an appropriate method of anger."

"Then let me put it another way," said the young man. "Have you found a way to irritate her?"

"Of course, did you know that she actually planned to kill her aunt," An said to Ivan excitedly, "I think it's absolutely okay for you to rescue her aunt and then make public what she did. pissed her off."

"Sounds great." Ivan looked up at the display screen on the elevator, which was ascending from the first floor. "You asked me to provoke a murderer who killed five people. I believe there must be no danger."

"Don't be afraid," An said with ill intentions, "You just said she was a gentle girl, and you, a big man, are still afraid of a gentle girl?"

With a sound of "ding", the door of the elevator opened. Ivan ignored Luo An's voice and stepped into the elevator. A man in a suit was about to get out of the elevator.

The man in the suit stopped suddenly when he passed by Ivan, and the next second Ivan felt his left arm tighten, and he was dragged into the elevator.

"Ivan Bird?" The moment the elevator door closed, Ivan heard the man in the suit call his name.