It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 626 Familiar Scene

Ling Feiran returned the way she came and found that the inpatient department, which should have been brightly lit, was now pitch black. Not only that, all the lighting in the area was off, plunging it into darkness.

A few faint candlelight flickered in the wind along the corridor as nurses distributed candles to each ward.

Lightning and thunderstorms were unsettling, and patients upstairs and downstairs sang that familiar lullaby to ease their fear and physical pain.

Ling Feiran returned to human form and hurriedly put on her uniform while running downstairs.

She ran into her colleague Liu Wen in the hallway.

"Feifei? Didn't you take the day off?" Liu Wen said, carrying a full box of candles upstairs. "Perfect timing, could you help me sort these candles? I don't know when the power will come back on..."

Ling Feiran's breath hitched; she saw musical notes in Liu Wen!
The same translucent musical notes as those on infected individuals!

She grabbed Liu Wen's wrist and asked anxiously, "You met Amir?!"

“Amir? He lives here, I see him every day,” Liu Wen said, looking puzzled. “Feifei, why are you asking that?”

Ling Feiran didn't know how to explain it for a moment. Before she left, she only saw musical notes on the patients, but now even the nurses had them. Was it Amir who did something, or was she influenced by the patients' chorus?
She wanted to see how many nurses had musical notes on their bodies, but felt that doing so would be too inefficient. The most urgent thing was to notify the head nurse as soon as possible.

"Is the head nurse in her office?" Ling Feiran asked Liu Wen.

Liu Wen replied doubtfully, "She should be there. She just said she was going to call the logistics department to request an emergency generator... Feifei, is something wrong? You look terrible."

Ling Feiran ran down the stairs, reporting, "Something's happened outside the quarantine area! Refugees attacked the patrol team. I suspect they're being controlled by Amir's music. These patients in the inpatient ward might also be under Amir's control. We need to notify the head nurse as soon as possible—"

Liu Wen's expression changed repeatedly as she listened, and she subconsciously followed Ling Feiran's steps. "How could refugees attack the patrol team? What's this about music control? Who's being controlled? Are you saying there's something wrong with the flute Amir usually plays? But he's been playing the flute for so long and it's never had any problems... Feifei, I don't understand what you mean. What exactly is going on?"

Ling Feiran thought anxiously: You can't understand because I can't explain it clearly.

This matter is really hard to explain in just a few words.

Ling Feiran walked quickly down the dimly lit staircase, mentally preparing herself for how to explain herself to the head nurse. She heard singing coming from every floor, which made her even more anxious. She wanted to yell at the patients to stop singing, but who would listen to her?

Unless she converts all these patients into saints.

The second ward has hundreds of patients. Even excluding the critically ill patients on the tenth and eleventh floors, there are still more than 500. If she wants to persuade all of these people, she will probably be exhausted to the point of losing her skin—no, losing her skin would be the least of her worries. She might even exhaust her energy and die!

On my way to the office, I ran into several more volunteers, all of whom were looking for the head nurse.

"All the ventilators have been turned off. The patients in the wards I'm in charge of can't live without machines. If this continues, people will die!"

"There should be an emergency plan for power outages, but we don't know where the generator is."

"Are they prioritizing supplies for the first inpatient ward? Let's call and ask!"

"It's no use, the head nurse has to speak up, we don't have the authority."

The group arrived at the office amidst their chatter. The office door was open, but there was no light inside; not a single candle was lit.

Ling Feiran had a bad feeling.

She smelled blood, stopped immediately, and reached out to block the other nurses behind her.

But some people still managed to see what was happening inside. The head nurse was sitting at her desk, her lower body still seated, her upper body leaning forward, her head tilted to the side and resting against the table, her eyes wide open.

Blood stained her neck, flowing down her collar to the floor, dripping and emitting a bloody stench.

Liu Wen nearly fainted, her voice trembling as she asked, "Who did this...?"

Ling Feiran's mind went blank, and her scalp tingled. At this moment, she was no better off than Liu Wen.

She heard someone crying.

Then someone else said, "The head nurse's card is missing! It must have been those patients! They took advantage of the sudden power outage in the inpatient department, when the security cameras weren't working, and finally made their move on us!"

"Yes! It must have been done by an infected person! The pregnant woman who died earlier must have been killed by an infected person as well!"

Liu Wen burst into tears: "We take such good care of them every day, and they want to kill us! They even killed the head nurse! They're not human! They're beasts! These beasts!"

The musical notes surrounding Liu Wen rapidly turned red, like lava erupting from a volcano, as she roared, "I'm going to kill these beasts!!!"

Like Liu Wen, one of the volunteers was imbued with a musical quality. Almost instantly influenced by Liu Wen's emotions, he echoed with bloodshot eyes, "Kill them! Avenge the head nurse!!!"

Seeing this, the other nurses were filled with grief and rage. Even though they didn't have any musical notes on them, they joined in shouting, "Kill them! Kill them!"

The familiar scene, the familiar expression and tone of voice.

At this moment, Ling Feiran finally dared to confirm the effect of the musical notes: to incite hatred, ignite anger, destroy reason, and let emotions dominate people's behavior, causing two groups of people who could have been at peace to kill each other!

The reason he was able to achieve such a wide-ranging effect was not because Amir was particularly skilled, but because he laid a solid foundation in the early stages.

That comforting song that eases pain cannot truly eliminate pain; it merely accumulates it, so that when the time is right, the pain will return doubly!
Ling Feiran attempted suicide because she was trapped in a state of despair and pain from which she could not extricate herself.

"Calm down!"

She blocked the office doorway, shoved Liu Wen hard, and yelled, "Wake up!!!"

Ling Feiran unleashed her skill, and several beams of white light darted into the bodies of the volunteers on the other side like snakes.

Liu Wen suddenly came to her senses, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her burning anger, and her hatred shattered into pieces.

But she was still heartbroken and grieving over the head nurse's death. Subconsciously, she rationalized her earlier emotions and questioned Ling Feiran: "What are you doing? The head nurse is dead! We have to do something!"

Ling Feiran took a breath. "Calm down, look again carefully. The head nurse committed suicide, but someone deliberately staged it to make it look like she was murdered, trying to throw us into chaos. That person wanted to create chaos in the entire inpatient department!"

Liu Wen didn't believe it. She pushed Ling Feiran aside, walked into the office, and saw the head nurse holding a blood-stained scalpel.

She gasped and stood frozen in place.

Outside the office, a volunteer choked up and said, "Actually, the head nurse is under a lot of pressure. I've heard her say that she feels she can't handle this position. Every time a volunteer has an accident in the inpatient department, she feels very guilty, but I never expected her to..."

“It’s Amir’s music,” Ling Feiran said, rubbing her sore eyes. “His music amplifies our negative emotions. If you’re an outgoing person, it might not have much of an effect, but if you’re a thoughtful, sensitive, or anxious person, you’re more likely to get caught up in it and go to extremes.”

Liu Wen snapped out of her daze and looked abruptly at Ling Feiran, "You mean...we've been controlled by his music all along?!"

(End of this chapter)