eurekapd Chapter 175 Women
Chapter 175 Women
However, when he heard the cry for help, Lin Hun couldn't just sit there and do nothing.
Even though he didn't know what ward this was, Lin Hun still put his hand on the door and prepared to go in and find out.
The dream world of “Bloodline” is gentler than the reality of “Dark Souls”.
Of course, it may also be related to the way Lin Hun opened the door. Although he also broke in, Lin Hun's way of opening the locked door in the dream was much gentler when he could control the fire.
As the flames burned, it didn't take a moment for the door to open with a slight groaning sound.
The moment the door opened, the noisy sounds in the hall on the first floor rushed into the house, destroying the original silence, and of course, also entered the ears of the person who was calling for help? No, it should be said that it was his brain.
The woman who was asking for help heard the noise, raised her voice, and called out impatiently:
"Oh! Hello - is anyone coming in - hello -"
Lin Hun didn't say anything. He stepped to the side of the house, stepped over the jar at the door and entered the house smoothly.
Because there was no one blocking the door, the sound entering the house was louder and stronger.
The chaotic voices were like a shot of adrenaline that hit the heart of the woman who was begging for help in the house. She began to call out to the familiar and gentle woman more and more urgently:
"Sister Maria? Sister Maria? Is that you?"
Lin Hun did not respond rashly. His initial curiosity quickly turned into alertness when he heard a woman who remained rational in a hospital full of dementia patients.
When dealing with a special individual, there's nothing wrong with being cautious.
Lin Hun first looked up and down the interior of the house as usual, including the damn ceiling.
I don’t know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, but there were no familiar wriggling “persimmons” in the house, only two patients.
The most eye-catching thing in the room is naturally the operating table placed in the middle of the room, and one of the patients is lying on it obediently.
He was quite honest, so honest that even his chest didn't rise or fall.
What was particularly noticeable was the bulge on the patient's head - an instrument shaped like a corkscrew had been deeply inserted into the brain of the patient on the bed.
Lin Hun stood on tiptoe and walked around the bottles and jars scattered on the ground. The clothes he was wearing now made much less noise than the armor that jingled when he walked. The only noise was the whistling sound from the corners of his clothes when he moved at high speed. However, this was not a problem and could be easily overcome by reducing the walking speed.
By slowing down his movements and covering up the noise outside the door, Lin Hun's actions were well concealed. The woman (? ) who was asking for help in the house did not realize that there was an extra person in the house.
"Ms. Maria. Please, no matter who it is, as long as they can respond to me," the woman's voice gradually became lower. After being trapped in the nightmare for so long, she gradually got used to the situation where no one responded. But on the bright side, at least the damn door was opened by someone, and the originally silent house finally had some movement.
Of course, maybe the woman (?) realized that there was another person in the house, but she was smart enough not to try to expose it.
The woman's voice gradually became lower and lower until it disappeared, but Lin Hun didn't care.
Didn't the woman in this ward continue to live when I wasn't there before?
Just let it wait for a while.
If we had delayed for a few minutes, would the woman who was asking for help have died?
That's even more impossible. As long as the soul still exists in the core of the nightmare world, it would be impossible to live or die. The worst that could happen is that I could come back later and wait for the woman to resurrect.
However, if the woman really died within these two or three minutes, Lin Hun would only take off his hunter's hat and put it on his chest to mourn for her for two seconds, then turn around and forget about it.
Lin Hun saves people because he wants to save them. Because he wants to save them, he will not feel any burden in his heart even if he fails. At most, he will feel regretful.
In the calm, a woman's voice slowly sounded, and an inexplicable ballad came from "Persimmon". Lin Hun listened for a moment. Although there were no lyrics, Lin Hun, a master of theory, could still hear the lonely and cold artistic conception.
Lin Hun didn't care about the woman's singing. He had his own things to do. The singing, although beautiful enough, could not affect his actions.
But maybe this was done intentionally by that clever woman?
Lin Hun quietly approached the operating table and saw the situation more clearly. The white operating table was already covered with blood stains, especially a pool of blood on the ground that had accumulated like paint under the patient's head. The amount of bleeding was enough for Lin Hun to stab three patients in the head.
Of course, when facing life and death, the patient on the operating table does not just stay there and be slaughtered. His body surface is tied with brown leather belts from the head to the bottom.
At the same time, Lin Hun half-knelt and looked straight at the patient's body. The phalanges of the two palms on the restrained arms were abnormally twisted, and the nails of the five fingers were raised from the flesh. The blood left a thick mark on the side of the patient's hospital gown.
These belts are as wide as a fist, and even though no one knows how much time has passed, they still retain their original brown color, and seem to be still strong because of the nightmare.
Lin Hun pointed out two fingers and picked out a rope from the outermost one. He exerted a little force with his fingers, but he couldn't lift it at all, let alone forcibly peel the belt off the patient. Countless similar ropes welded the patient and the operating table together like steel bars.
Lin Hun had traveled extensively in the Dark Soul World and was quite confident in his own strength. Seeing the scene in front of him, he became interested. He grabbed a belt with his five fingers and used both hands to exert force:
"I want to see how tight your belt is!"
This operating table is not welded directly to the ground. It is more like a large desk with a layer of white cloth casually covered on it, which becomes an operating table.
"Crunch-Crunch--" a harsh sound came from the operating table, and then under Lin Hun's increasing strength, the patient on the operating table and the entire operating table slowly rose from the ground.
The five leather belts in Lin Hun's hands perfectly bore the weight of the entire table and a patient. They were extremely tough and as hard as steel.
Despite the enormous pressure, the belts showed no signs of breaking or damage. Instead, they deformed only slightly, a change that was almost negligible.
"It seems that the people in the church have really invested a lot of money in the research of you patients, don't you think?" Lin Hun turned his head and looked at the woman sitting in the corner and said.