"You should not go out again lately. The emergency treatment is done well, and your self-healing ability is worse than that of ordinary people, but no one can guarantee whether your ribs will pierce into the internal organs." A bald man wearing clothes that are more similar to butchers than doctors, and a bald man with a troubled goatee was washing his hands hard in the basin. His voice was almost as loud as the sound of water. Without the need to activate the dark vision of the rat man, Jerry could also see the disgust expression on the other person's face that he had just touched a boat. But given that he was one of the few doctors in this city who could diagnose in the darkness, the rat man said nothing.

"I swear if you ask me to touch that dirty beast again, I will definitely... well, this price is OK, but not next time." The low-key conversation through the door did not escape his ears. He had heard this speech from the doctor's mouth more than three times, just an excuse for price increase. The reason why he has not been eliminated after repeated price increases may be that in this industry, he is one of the few black doctors who really have the ability to save people rather than kill people, and he is also a very small number of neutrals who never sell patient information. The proportion of the latter may be more important.

"Cruff!" The door shaft, which lacks lubrication, makes a very harsh scream when it opens. This scream is simply torture for the Rat Man. Jerry is very sure that the person who opened the door knows this, but he still enjoys repeating this move, even exiting and coming in again when the door shaft is not loud enough. He tries to use this disgusting method to warn the Rat Man of his status here.

"You failed." A low and turbid voice came from under the weird mask, unable to hear the tone or popularity. There was no way to guess whether this sentence was rebuked or stated the facts.

"I dealt with three goals, not a mistake." Jerry leaned against the cold wall, which helped him relieve the burning pain in his body. The pain not only comes from the wound, but also comes from drugs. Although the drugs provided by the black doctor have significant effects, the pain and sequelae often cause are not inferior to the wound it treats. However, for people with short careers, the speed of its effectiveness is more important.

"It's better not to do half of the task. The remaining survivors will only make the successors of the person you kill know how to prevent, and they will become very careful." The masked man refuted Jerry's defense, but it only ends there.

"But your employer is very satisfied with your performance. Although you haven't solved all your goals, they are still willing to pay all the compensation. You are lucky." The man said, throwing a purse in front of Jerry, but the bag was extremely light. "I have deducted the treatment fees and agency fees, and the remaining money is probably enough for you to eat something better than garbage. As a mouse, you should be grateful."

"Ding!" The flying knife was inserted steadily into the door frame, only two palms away from the masked man's face. Jerry kept throwing the flying knife, and his eyes were flashing with dangerous light. Only he knew that under the influence of the drug that brought severe pain to his body, he was deliberately throwing the knife or a simple mistake. But no matter which one, the masked man didn't care, there were many people who wanted his life.

"Hmph, you'd better cherish these tools, because if you continue working like this, you will soon be able to kill people with your paws and teeth." After saying that, the other party closed the door amid the screams of the door shaft.

Breathing, rapid in the darkness, pain and wounds aroused the instinctive reaction of this body, and it was trying to continue life in its own way. Jerry could feel the tumultuous impulse in his thoughts, and he could always feel the urge to completely cover his reason and return to his original state. Exhale, inhale, feel the air flowing from his nose into his lungs, feel the energy of life spreading from his lungs, and spreading into his limbs and bones along the blood and other tissues. Silently count one to ten, and then one to ten, remove all thoughts and desires, remember only one to ten, remember only breathing, only remember only breathing.

The original impulse was taken away in the silent count, and Jerry's thoughts gradually calmed down in this silence. He kept taking deep breaths, intentionally or unintentionally trying to sneak consciousness into a more subtle corner of his body to control the energy.

"Dong!Dong!" The heartbeat exploded in his mind like a bell, destroying all efforts to enter this state, and sending the rat man's consciousness back to the sensory world he is familiar with. He opened his eyes, and there was helplessness and loneliness in his eyes. He failed again, and failed again, and failed again. He even suspected that his teacher threw him here because he failed to do that step.

My mood became more and more chaotic, and even the darkness in the room began to stir up, as if millions of demonic claws could stretch out to drag the rat man into the abyss at any time. He didn't want to stay here anymore. But where could he go? It's daytime, and it's time for those people. Even if this is the city of rushing, it is said that it can tolerate everything, there are differences in tolerance. Monsters like him, tolerance means being sent to the circus.

"Knock, knock, is anyone at home?" Cold sweat instantly made my back wet. Jerry stared at the door, as if he had seen something incredible, and the people outside the door were unresolved and continued, "I'll give you what you left last night. If you don't reply, I'll go in. You can't let me, a girl, wait here all the time."

Do you want to escape? But there is no window in this room, where can he escape? Since he can't escape, then just fight. Jerry thought so, his hand had touched the hilt of the flying knife behind his waist. Almost at the same time, the door suddenly opened! A black shadow came straight from outside to his face! The rat man didn't think about it and threw the flying knife with his backhand. The two things collided in the air, making a crisp metal clash, and then fell to the ground at the same time. The thing thrown from outside the door was a dagger, his dagger. To be precise, it was the one he threw away when he was chased by the catwoman last night. Of course, there was only one person who could bring the dagger.

"Do you live here? I didn't expect that not only do appearance, but also habits are like mice. Oh, why do you throw things around?" She walked into the house, pulled out the flying knife on the door frame, and tried to throw it out. But when Jerry subconsciously wanted to hide, she showed a joking smile. She was playing with him, just like last night's pursuit. The mouse who was forced to the deepest part of the nest no longer had the ability and direction to escape.

"How did you find this place?" Jerry almost accepted his fate. He just wanted to know how the other party caught him in just one day. This place shouldn't be such a easy place to find.
Chapter completed!