Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 857 Abandoned Hospital
Bingci had to explain this, because she only recognized one master in her life.

Han Wu roared inwardly, is this the point?
The corner of his mouth twitched twice, and he continued: "It's not important, the important thing is that you exposed another vest unknowingly."

"You and I, you used hypnotism on me the first time you met my grandfather. I wondered why you agreed at that time. I have been skeptical since then, but you have not used this skill since then. Until some time ago, I had a psychological problem, and you quietly intervened in me."

"Sorry, I just hope you love yourself." Bingci lowered her eyes.

Han Wu looked completely indifferent, tilted his head and leaned on her shoulder, and said in a firm tone: "Help me recall that memory! There is a person, she should not be forgotten by me."

"Okay," Bing Ci agreed without thinking.

The vehicle is speeding through the country alleys, and the scenery outside the window is like a blurred barrier.

The big truck stopped at a desolate old hospital.

More than a dozen people got off the car and carried the children one by one on the mobile bed and pushed them into the hospital in a row.

The stench came to the nostrils.

Resisting the urge to miss Yue, the little boy secretly took a pair of scissors while the person pushing the cart was away.

The more you go inside the push bed, the stronger the pungent smell you smell.

The smell of formaldehyde.

Han Bu couldn't wait any longer, opened his eyes, the eyes of the people illuminated by the incandescent light were dizzy, and the white humanoid specimens were soaked in a container filled with formalin. But it is said that they are all dead people who have been hollowed out, because their organs are stored in the second row of containers.

The little boy couldn't help but spit it out, his face was pale, he clenched the scissors in his sleeve even more, his eyes were full of endless desire for life.

Han Bu looked around and stopped in front of a container.

There are too many emotions in the eyes.

Shocked, remorseful, resentful...

This child, the steamed buns were snatched away by the older children during the day.

"I... can obviously save him..."

"I should have saved him then..."

"You are not dumb!" the little boy heard her talking to herself and rushed up to question angrily.

"Also, you did it on purpose, otherwise those people wouldn't be able to find you so quickly."

Han Bu pushed him away with a cold face, and said sharply, "I was blinded by your child's appearance, but no one can use me."

The little boy looked at Han Bu with deep resentment.

The sound of wheels sliding came from the empty and deserted corridor.

Han Bu quickly made a simple mask out of a wet tissue handkerchief and put it on, then rolled around on the ground and hid behind the door.

Waiting for the cart pusher to come in, it was too late to say it, Han Bu jumped in the air, and plunged the scissors into the cart pusher's neck, blood spattered all over her face.

The little boy looked at this scene as if his body was frozen, unable to move.

The cart pusher howled like a pig, successfully attracting more people.

Han Bu stood still in place, calmly, his eyes fixed on the door, ready to go.

The little boy recovered from the shock, realizing that his only weapon had been used, he made a decisive decision and pushed down the container.

Immediately, a more pungent smell rushed straight to his forehead, the formalin liquid flowed to his feet, and the white corpse rolled down, and the empty pupils were just aimed at him.

Regardless of the fear in his heart, the little boy picked up shards of glass for self-defense.

Thinking that there was another person in the room, he picked up another piece and handed it to Han Bu.

At this moment, the door was kicked open forcefully.

Before the huge shock was over, the person at the door fell straight to the ground.

The little boy's jaw dropped in shock again, and he stared at the burly man with a huge shard of glass stuck between his eyebrows, unable to close his wide-open mouth for a long time.

(End of this chapter)