Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Chapter 294 Zhongzhou wrapped in death (2)

Listening to Julian's description, the colleague couldn't help but trembled:
"Stop, stop, stop telling me. I'm most afraid of ghost stories."

"Julian, will you be okay soon? Come back with me. I'll tell you about today..."

Julian, who was pushing the dining cart slowly away, seemed to have completely forgotten that he still had a room to tidy up.

And the trash can in this room.

This moment is like a torch.

God knows what kind of materials those unscrupulous merchants add to their sunscreen sprays, and how much.

Right above this torch.

Unbiased is the very large living room cleared by the Zhongzhou team.

As the flame burned, a special gas slowly began to rise.

Li Xiao and Zhao Yingkong had already changed into local hospital clothes.

It quietly overflowed upward.
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Outside Baikal General Hospital.

And because of time constraints, although the FBI has briefly handled it.

You'll find out after you ask.

After all, this plane crash occurred only a few days ago.

After all, there are now loud calls for it to be an inhumane attack by terrorists.

Among the first-aid tents where many bodies of plane crashes stayed.

Dark red and white cover cloth.

"I didn't expect that all the bodies of more than 400 people would be pulled over."

The FBI actually searched all the bodies.

It's just that it's not enough for the guards with live ammunition to face a being with extraordinary power.

Whether it was complete or in fragments, they were all pulled over.

White stretcher.

Obviously, neither is meant for the dead.

Baikal General Hospital, which is the temporary base of the FBI, naturally has the most stringent protection in the United States.

The huge number of hundreds of people naturally occupied the entire parking lot of the hospital for storage.

"Is this really Terry?"

"This last part has nothing to do with us."

Naturally, there is an investigation environment with the highest treatment.

However, compared to other tents, this one has an extra ventilator for life monitoring.

Zhao Yingkong also reacted, and the two looked at each other.

After a lot of twists and turns, I walked outside one of the tents with a special number painted on it.

Zhao Yingkong looked at everything in front of him:
"As far as I know, the last time there was an air crash in New York was in 1960, when two planes collided over New York."

Li Xiao really thought he had entered the mourning hall.

Hearing this special time, Li Xiao was stunned:
"Wait, you mean it happened in the sixties?"

"Forget it, let's go first."

Hear this title.

"It's been more than 40 years."

And because Julian had just closed all the doors and windows, it accumulated more and more, and finally exceeded this room.

Then I saw the continuous medical tents.

There were many forensic police officers coming and going.

Spreading around the room.

But there was still a strange smell filling the space around the tent.

If it weren't for the red cross on it.

When it comes out again.

"It's been more than May, aren't you afraid of the stink?"

The two people who landed early arrived at the hospital.

The two people who had attached the Lingyin Talisman walked directly to the group of white tents.

“So it’s understandable that we take it so seriously this time.”

There is also a TV showing sports games.

The root cause has not yet been investigated.

I saw that the figure on the hospital bed didn't have an inch of intact skin.

Although his limbs were intact, he was severely burned.

The white sheets were covered with red and transparent tissue fluid.

Obviously there must be scars all over the back where he was lying on it.

It can be said that such an existence exists.

There is no point in living anymore.

Because the burns were so severe, she was suffering every extra second she lived.

Even torture.

Zhao Yingkong stepped forward and said:
"It's hopeless at this level, otherwise she wouldn't be left here, but in the operating room or ICU."

"The FBI should have given up on her, but the strange thing is that she is not dead yet under such circumstances."

"A medical miracle?"

Li Xiao looked at Zhao Yingkong's serious look.

"Rather than a medical miracle, it's more like the hands and feet of death."

"If she is dead, why would the God of Death lure us two out?"

Zhao Yingkong tilted her head and said coldly:
"You mean, divide and attack?"

"It's just my guess, Xiao Honglu must know it too."

"In the Death Trilogy, Death has shown a characteristic.

That is, when you want to die, the God of Death won't let you die.

He will only send you to hell when you want to live.

Then it’s about bringing them together. "

"He will kill them all together."

"Car crashes, explosions, accidents."

"But that's just for ordinary people."

"Our existence must give the God of Death new methods."

“Because as a team, our abilities are so complementary.

There are even a variety of props to serve as filler. "

"So, defeating them one by one becomes the only option."

Zhao Yingkong turned and looked in the direction of Hill Hotel:

"Since you know, you still..."

Li Xiao looked at the tent:

"Don't worry, as long as the God of Death doesn't brazenly cause trouble on a large scale, there will be no problem with Zheng Zha here."

"And this is the center of New York, what kind of big accident could there be?"

"Even if there is an accident, that is our purpose for a while."

"At times like this, naturally the louder the noise, the better."

"If it's really like the last world, why can't there be an S?"

It was at the same time that Li Xiao said these words.

The elevator on the top floor of the Hill Hotel opened in response.

Two dining carts containing sumptuous lunches were pushed out.

And this downward elevator just picked up Vespa (the woman who broke the sunscreen spray) who left.

"who is it?"

Li Xiao asked in a cold voice.

The hand holding the tent zipper paused for a moment but then pulled it down.

A black doctor wearing a white coat and a mask walked in pushing an equipment cart.

But rather than calling them doctors, Li Xiao and Zhao Yingkong prefer to call them forensic doctors.

Because the person who came was one of the goals of their trip.

Neither of them expected that this person would actually come to their door.

After the visitor glanced at Li Xiao and Zhao Yingkong, he put his index finger on his lips.

"Shh..."

"Keep your tone down, you two."

"Don't disturb this sleeping person."

"And you've said enough."

As he spoke, the black forensic doctor's leather shoes stepped on the concrete floor, and his voice was clear and heavy.

The slipper equipment truck came to the side.

Li smiled and said:
"This is not someone who is sleeping forever. She is not dead yet."

The forensic doctor put on gloves and began to wipe and disinfect the equipment in the car one by one.

"But it's soon, isn't it?"

"About... there is still more than half a day." Li Xiao nodded solemnly in his heart:

"So, I'm wondering why she's not dead?"

"She was still alive after the plane crash. I don't believe in miracles."

The black forensic doctor raised his head and looked at the two people with a half-smiling expression:

"It was her luck to survive the plane crash, but it was also her misfortune."

"If it were you, what would you choose?"

"Would you rather die happily or live in pain and misfortune?"

Li Xiao narrowed his eyes and continued:

"The air crash was an accident, and Terry's was also an accident."

"I don't have the ability to escape accidents, but I think I should be able to change the ending."

Hearing Li Xiao's words, the black forensic doctor shook his head calmly.

"No, no, no, there is no such thing as an accident in death."

"No coincidence. No luck."

"There is only destiny."

"It's like a miracle."

The forensic doctor seemed unable to see the long knife appearing in Zhao Yingkong's hand.

Still minding his own business, he said calmly:

"You must decide that we are all mice falling into the cat's paw."

“Every step we take, the small mundane things or the big decisions.”

"A red light that was or was not passed."

"Lovers who have loved or never loved."

"Planes that have or have not been on."

"It's just a series of ingenious designs that the God of Death brought you to the grave..."

Li Xiao suddenly raised his head and interrupted the other party:

"So, are you the God of Death?"

In the forensic doctor's hand is a scalpel soaked in alcohol.

He seemed not to have thought of Li Xiao's question.

He stood looking at the scalpel for a long time without picking it up.

Then suddenly he smiled.

He looked at the baseball game being played on the TV in the corner.

“Questions exchange questions, and answers require answers.”

"Who do you think will win between the two teams?"

Only then did Li Xiao and Zhao Yingkong turn their attention to the TV.

A baseball game at MetLife Stadium in New York is being broadcast live above.

I saw a lot of boos on the TV.

The host also said sadly:
"Oh, that's too bad. If it hadn't been for Robinson's bad ball just now, the game would have been over."

“It appears that the outcome of the Mets-Nationals battle remains a mystery.”

After the host finished speaking, the camera switched again, and a new serve was about to begin.

The camera pauses for a few seconds on the baseball in the hands of the pitcher.

Li Xiao narrowed his eyes and said:

"The Mets are going to win."

The black forensic doctor seemed a little surprised. He looked at Li and smiled:

"Yes, it seems you are a very lucky person."

“The Mets finish last every season.

But this time it will be like a miracle, winning the season championship in one go. "

The black forensic doctor lowered his head again:
"Every future that is called a miracle is happening.

There will be people who think it is absolutely impossible. "

“But, this is the moment.

It’s my favorite moment, and that’s why I love watching sports. "

"Because he is full of definite uncertainty."

"For example, right now, all factors, everything you can think of, are driving a result."

"That's the Mets winning a championship, a world championship."

"It's just that his previous record was so embarrassing."

“And one of the factors.

It was the game ball in Game 5 of this baseball game, the last bad ball in today's game. "

The black medical examiner pointed at the image on the screen.

"This bad ball was manufactured in 1962 by the Spalding factory in Chicobee, Massachusetts."

"There are slight mechanical flaws in its shape that will change the angle and trajectory of the next flight."

"Because the leather jacket of this baseball was not dried correctly."

"Because that day Sheila, the cobbler's wife, ran away with a golfer from Rio de Janeiro."

Immediately afterwards, the two watched the camera switch again on TV, showing a receiver about to prepare.

The black forensic doctor continued:

"And the other factor is him."

"The bad ball was thrown to David Corson."

“And that’s why he became a baseball player.

It was because on his sixth birthday, his father did not buy him a football as his birthday present, but instead bought a baseball. "

“So, the ball hit his baseball bat two millimeters higher.

The ball was easily caught by Claire Jones. "

“And that’s factor three.

Claire was supposed to be a girl who grew up to be a typist. "

"But his parents drank an extra glass of wine before going to bed that day, which led to him doing it one more time."

"What's amazing is that the chromosomes change."

As the TV showed Clare standing steadily in the circle catching the ball, the whole stadium cheered loudly.

"So, you see, that's it!"

The host on the TV screen even shouted excitedly:

"Oh, it's incredible, Claire, Claire caught that crucial ball."

“Let’s congratulate, congratulate the Mets on their final championship.

This is also their first championship and also the strongest world championship. "

"It's a miracle, a miracle that never happens.

Let us cheer for this team that has created miracles..."

The black forensic doctor in front of the operating cart also cheered when he saw the Mets holding the trophy.

Then I realized this was a ward.

"I'm sorry, you two. I haven't spoken so much in a long time. I can't help myself. I hope you can understand."

Li Xiao couldn't help but fell silent when he saw this slightly neurotic person.

This black forensic doctor who appears in the Death Trilogy.

Some say it is the God of Death himself, others say it is the attendant of the God of Death, and of course some say it is the reserve God of Death.

But the most common statement is.

He is a man who has escaped death countless times.

Because he understands the God of Death and is close to the God of Death, he will eventually become the God of Death.

Let’s not talk about the last point, when Li Xiao learned about the ending in the setting of Death Comes.

I decided that this person was probably an old antique who had lived from the 1960s to the present.

And maybe he was one of the first people to escape death.

Maybe even the cobbler he just talked about.

Maybe he's a "foreseeer" like Sam and Alex.

This is the beginning of the whole story...

Coupled with what this person just said, Li Xiao just wanted to say:

I said, "If this person is not the God of Death yet, I'm afraid he won't be far away."

Although he doesn't know the promotion system between humans and gods in this world.

But as far as being in a horror movie.

It should be related to the number of times you escape death.

"Understand, after all, not all people and things can empathize."

The black forensic doctor regained the indifference he had at the beginning.

He lowered his head and continued what he was doing while saying:
"I'm not Death."

"I am a human being, just like you."

"But, believe me, Death doesn't like deception."

(End of this chapter)