Artifact Report

Chapter 10 Mai Minghe: Gathering of Heroes

Mai Minghe had never heard of a nest, let alone what the so-called "residents" were or how dangerous they were.

But she thought, no matter how bizarre things looked on the surface, they could not violate the logic of their internal operation.

The hospital in the lair seems to operate according to the same principles as a real hospital: press the call bell, and a "nurse" will come - or rather, a "person disguised as a nurse" will come - and the target of the person who comes is the person who pressed the bell.

It’s just that nurses in real hospitals are here to take care of patients; and what are the “nurses” here supposed to do… She didn’t think about it any further.

If she couldn't escape the ward, she would soon experience the answer herself, so why waste energy thinking about it?
In order to escape, she needed to create several equally powerful competitors for the patient in the next bed.

There was one thing that remained unchanged, whether inside or outside the nest: gaps would only appear when several blades collided; a single knife would pierce her body without distraction.

The real question was: could she squeeze through the narrow gap between the blades?
Obviously, the red-haired man also understood the intention behind her ringing the bell.

As soon as he stood firm, he kicked Bed No. 2 hard. The unlocked wheels dragged across the ground, dragging the patient along with them as they crashed into the cabinets and beds behind them. Amidst the crash, he roared without even turning his head, "Even if you wanted to leave a false impression, you didn't have to ring the bell four times!"

He was quite right; to be honest, Mai Minghe felt a little regretful at this moment.

She had just jumped off the bed again, wanting to take advantage of the red-haired man's opportunity to separate her, land on the other side of Bed No. 1, and run to the door; but before Mai Minghe's leg could even cross the bed, she stopped abruptly.

A nurse was already standing on the other side of bed number 1.

In my field of vision, there happened to be the hem of a light-colored nurse's uniform.

She froze in bed, staring at the hem of the dress; she realized that in just a few seconds the room was filled with people.

One by one, human-shaped shadows, like a forest rising from the ground, there were far more than four of them, standing quietly in the dim ward.

In my peripheral vision, I couldn't see the faces clearly, I could only vaguely see a number of round, large, identical heads; each head was facing the corner of the ward where there were two breathing people.

Why are so many here?
"...Everyone's so kind-hearted. I'm actually much better now," she said dryly. "Why don't some of you go back?"

As the "nurse" beside the bed slowly lowered her neck towards her, Mai Minghe closed her mouth.

Many broken and terrible guesses flashed through her mind; but she didn't expect that when the other person lowered his head, she saw a normal and healthy face.

"What's wrong with you?"

It was a youthful, soft, round face, and it—or should I say "she"?—had a slight Southern drawl, as if she had just started working and still hadn't lost her accent.

If she only looked at the nurse's big eyes with slightly droopy corners, ignored the round heads in her peripheral vision, and ignored the slender black shadows three or four meters high standing up behind the red-haired man, Mai Minghe would really think that everything just now was an illusion, and that she had a dream while lying in the hospital.

"Stay away from that nurse!" the red-haired man suddenly shouted.

Mai Minghe shuddered and subconsciously glanced in the direction of the red-haired man - the red-haired man was somehow half-hanging on the wall, like a pirated Spider-Man who had not mastered his abilities well and whose legs were a little awkward.

As soon as he climbed up the wall, his back became visible: a slender black shadow with its head pressed against the ceiling was walking towards Mai Minghe step by step.

There were residents on either side of the bed; the only exit was at the foot of the bed.

It was as if God heard her inner voice and wanted to fulfill her wish. At this moment, Mai Minghe's ankle suddenly tightened, as if something had grabbed it and pulled it hard. She fell on the bed involuntarily, and the nurse's face and the ceiling quickly flashed before her eyes. She was dragged straight to the end of the bed.

Cold and hot sweat broke out at the same time. Mai Minghe stretched out his hands in a hurry and grabbed the edge of the bed, but it did not stop the ejaculation except making his skin burn with pain.

The thing under the bed, grabbing her feet and dragging her to the end, possessed a strength no human could match. Not only Mai Minghe, but even a Marine would be no match for it. In her desperation, she cried out, "Ankle!"

The nurse tilted her head.

"My ankle hurts!"

In just a few words, most of Mai Minghe's body was pulled off the bed, and his feet were almost touching the ground.

The slender black figure that had gotten down from the bed next door was standing at the end of the bed waiting for her.

Unlike what she had intended, it didn't care where Mai Minghe was about to be dragged: because when she was dragged out of bed, her pajamas rolled up, revealing her lower abdomen - and the circles of "snake belts" wrapped around her lower abdomen.

The slender black shadow reached out towards her belly.

"Oh?" the girl said enthusiastically in her long, Southern accent. "Now that my ankle is gone, I won't feel uncomfortable anymore."

All the words that ladies were taught not to say ran through Mai Minghe's mind.

At the same time, a slender black shadow touched her lower abdomen.

The moment the cold fingertips touched his skin, Mai Minghe almost lost consciousness.

It was as if the skin fibers, blood vessels, and fascia were all twisted and tangled into knots when touched by the cold. The brain could not bear the pain of the tangled nerve endings, and darkness appeared in front of the eyes.

If the young nurse didn't try to stop the slender black shadow, her ankle would be in danger. At the same time, she was still falling under the bed...

When Mai Minghe thought he was in despair, he heard a howl from under the bed in a flash.

The emotions that sounded were indescribable: if I had to make an analogy, it was like finding your jackpot lottery ticket had fallen into the toilet. The overwhelming feeling you get when you watch the winning ticket disappear along with the feces and urine is almost the same as when you hear the sound of sounding a howl from under the bed.

But anyway, the foot was finally released.

The little nurse said, "Hmm?" It had clearly been standing by the bed a moment ago, but now it had moved to the end of the bed, bending over to examine Mai Minghe's ankle.

"There's something on your ankle," the nurse said. "I didn't pierce it through. Try again."

It spoke, raising its hand. Mai Minghe saw its hand clearly for the first time: what emerged from its wrist wasn't a hand, but a dense mass of thick, silvery needles. At that moment, she seemed to understand.

The nurse inserted an injection into her ankle, but a pair of hands were gripping her ankle, and the needle naturally pierced into those hands...

Mai Minghe understood, but with her elbows on the bed and her feet on the ground, even without the restraints, she could only barely support herself from sitting on the ground. She could not move at all - because the slender patient was standing in front of her, his body half bent down, and his long fingers were peeling off the "snake belt" bit by bit.

When they touched, the pain that felt like her blood vessels and nerves were tangled made it hard for her to breathe, let alone walk or escape.

"My stomach," she said, looking at the countless dense needles, struggling to squeeze out the words: "My stomach is uncomfortable now...Punch your stomach..."

The little nurse seemed to be unable to see the other residents, or rather, even if she saw them, she didn't take them seriously; she lowered her head to look at Mai Minghe's belly, raised the syringe high, and stabbed it.

The slender patient finally stopped taking off the "snake belt" and suddenly swung his hand towards the young nurse. His arms stretched out in the air one by one, as if they contained countless joints. He spoke slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he pulled out a bed curtain from nothingness, blocking the young nurse and the steel needle behind the curtain.

What kind of weird method is this?
Mai Minghe didn't dare to just sit there and wait to see if the nurse could come out from behind the curtain.

She quickly seized the opportunity and jumped up, dodged the slender patient, and ran around him to the ward door in a hurry - from the time she saw the young nurse to now, only a few seconds had passed, and half of her life was almost gone.

"Come on," said a round-headed figure standing in the darkness.

Do I need your encouragement?

"Squat down." Another round-headed figure said calmly without moving.

Who would squat at this time——

Mai Minghe suddenly stopped, bent down, and squatted. She immediately felt a gust of wind brushing past her head—and then something hit the door frame with a "bang".

He was only five or six steps away from the ward door, but he had to turn around; Mai Minghe took a quick look unwillingly and felt that there seemed to be a white hand on the door frame, with an extremely long arm attached to it.

Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the door frame and wall.

If she hadn't squatted down, the hand would have hit her on the back of the head, smashing her against the door frame like a fly.

Don’t mention it, I really need the encouragement of the round-headed people.

"Hey boy!" Mai Minghe ran towards the group of motionless round-headed figures and shouted, "What's with these big heads?"

From behind the round-headed figures, one suddenly moved. Mai Minghe was startled when he heard the shadow hissing coldly, as if suppressing pain, and replied: "I have never seen this kind of residents, and I don't know them."

It turned out that the red-haired man had come down from the wall at some point, and seemed to have been injured in the process; probably to avoid the slender patient, he also moved closer to the group of round heads in the center of the room, and was separated from her by several figures.

Mai Minghe really wanted to continue asking him what kind of residents he had seen and what the residents were, but now was obviously not the time - the slender patient had already turned his head in this direction, and his head made a rustling sound as it rubbed against the ceiling.

As if afraid of being approached by it, the red-haired man quickly got in between the round-headed figures; his face was ashen and covered with sweat, and he walked sideways through the crowd towards the door in small steps, not daring to touch the round-headed people's bodies at all.

Mai Minghe followed suit and quickly walked into the round-headed jungle.

As soon as she took a closer look, her internal organs seemed to suddenly lose their support and fell deep into her stomach.

The reason why she thought they were exactly the same was that in the dim light, each head had a round and huge outline; but when she looked closer, she found that there were both men and women, old and young, with different appearances among the round heads.

It was just that the facial bones of a normal human skull were separated into pieces, and then a gas-like substance underneath expanded the skin, forcing the broken bones and human skin to expand into a standard sphere. The shapes of the broken and scattered bones under the skin could still be seen, which reminded people of the continental plates floating on the surface of the earth.

There were two eyes, one on the left and one on the right, embedded on both sides of the head, as if two blisters had grown on the skin, turning with Mai Minghe's footsteps; the nose bone was split in two, tearing two crooked and elongated nostrils on the "face".

The mouth was normal; the corners of the mouth and the entire face were covered with long, dark purple sunken lines formed when the skin fibers were stretched and broken.

A guess suddenly occurred to Mai Minghe. "Could these have originally been humans?"

The red-haired man walked around the last round head, left the crowd, and strode towards the door. "I'm sorry, you're a target of the residents, and there's nothing I can do. If I see your body again, I'll bring it back to Blackmoor City."

He was indeed not the target; he was almost at the ward door, and the slender patient ignored him.

The nurse was still standing behind the curtain, only her shoes visible. Two hands stretched out from under the bed, also motionless.

Only the slender patient was slowly wandering in front of this group of round-headed figures, as if waiting for an opportunity to attack Mai Minghe.

"It can't get in," a round-headed man standing on the left side of the Mai Ming River suddenly said, almost as if to comfort her.

The one on the right said, "We are all surrounding you."

A round-headed man at the back finished the conversation: "Let's go to the door together, and you can get out."

Although these things look ugly, they are unreasonably good-minded and have good ideas - Mai Minghe lowered his head and looked at the ground, and a thought from not long ago flashed through his mind again.

No matter how bizarre things appear on the surface, they cannot violate the logic of their internal operation.

She suddenly raised her head and shouted, "Young man, stop! Don't go out!"

　To be honest, the female channel is doing well, and I don’t really want to join in the fun of the male channel... The data of the female channel on Qidian is not very good, but it is quite suitable for a few people to entertain themselves, and the mentality is calm. Anyway, everyone’s data is similar, and there is no difference between the first and tenth place on the list, and everyone is harmonious.

　　The male frequency is different. I feel quite anxious and under a lot of pressure. It seems that they are all trying to update more than 10,000 books a day so that they can become gods and dethrone the emperor. They beg for votes and rewards to speed up the plot and make it more exciting... We don’t have these two skills. Looking at all kinds of rankings, lists, and votes, how can I put it, it’s like being swept into a roaring torrent. It’s not surprising if we sink to the bottom at any time.

　　I still hope to take my time and polish it, and try my best to write it well. I hope everyone can ask me for leave more often - I will definitely satisfy you, I will definitely satisfy you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)