Today is the day to be discharged from hospital.

Lao Hei, a strong man, is sitting on the hospital bed, with his wife helping him pack and change things next to him.

Lao Hei's wife was very puzzled by her husband's experience of being sent to the hospital after just one day of work.

She asked: "Did you come to collect debts and get beaten up again?"

Lao Hei scratched his head: "They say I haven't done this job for a long time... Didn't I tell you that I was doing a live broadcast with others, but I didn't expect that the quality of the live broadcast house was not good and it collapsed."

The man still felt a little guilty as he spoke. He was indeed still doing debt collection, and he still threatened people when he disagreed, but his life was better than before.

For example, he threatened before...wait, who did he threaten?

There is a lack of memory, and Lao Hei only has the impression of him sitting on the paint bucket waiting in front of people.

As for where you went and who you saw behind you... The appearance of black hair and black eyes is too common.

Rubbing his forehead helplessly, the man felt a headache, so he gave up the idea of ​​further investigation.

His wife complained at the side: "You are so unlucky. The house you picked is a dangerous project... But compared to your brothers, you are lucky."

Lao Hei's wife squinted her eyes and scanned her husband from head to toe.

Coming out of a house that collapsed into rubble, except for a knock on the head, all other parts were intact.

"Ha..." Lao Hei didn't know what to say, so he smiled awkwardly and agreed, "Yeah."

In fact, what neither of them knew was that even the wound on Lao Hei's head was caused afterward.

The moment I fainted on the bench didn't even leave a scar, just some redness and swelling.

When they talked about the dead person, the mood of the couple became a little lower.

Lao Hei's wife knew that the people who died in the "landslide" were her husband's friends. Although they were not good people, they had some feelings for them.

When she was alive, she was not very happy for her husband to associate with other people, but if he died... it would be better for him to die.

After a while of silence, the woman who was sorting things remembered something and said, "I ran into that woman when I was going upstairs."

"...Oh, you're talking about her." Lao Hei responded, "She was also lucky, she was rescued with me."

"That's not what I'm talking about." The woman paused as she put away the things, "I feel like her complexion is still a little pale, does her body really not matter?"

Lao Hei's wife described what she saw on the stairs. A pale-faced woman was walking slowly, holding a water rack. When she saw her, she pursed her lips and nodded, looking uninspired.

Lao Hei answered uncertainly: "It should be fine..." In his impression, the female companion should be luckier than him.

He somehow hit his head, and the female companion was just frightened.

As everyone knows, sometimes mental damage is more difficult to repair.

Lao Hei thought for a while and said, "Why don't you go take a look before you leave?" We had worked together and were somewhat in the same boat.

His wife nodded and said yes, and ten minutes later, they packed up their things and knocked on the woman's door.

No one answered the first knock, so the couple looked at each other and knocked twice more.

There was a rustling sound inside the door, and a figure could be seen moving inside through the small glass window.

After a while, I heard a female voice coming from inside, asking them to come in.

One thing is that the treatment of the victims of their "scumbag project" is very good, they have separate wards, and the hospitalization fees are not high.

When I think about it, it feels like a huge problem, but why not take advantage of the advantages?

The woman sitting in the ward had put the water rack back beside the bed. When she saw them coming in, her face improved and she smiled.

Lao Hei: "...Are you really okay?"

Female companion: "It's okay... I haven't slept well in the past two days. I've been having nightmares."

Lao Hei: Is it so scary?

The strong man recalled that when the murderous house collapsed, he and his female companion were outside the house. They ran fast and were not buried under the rubble.

Lao Hei also pushed his female companion, only to fall half a step behind, causing him to be hit on the head.

Speaking of which...where's Baisu?

Lao Hei's mind went blank for a moment.

He remembered... Bai Su was the one operating the live broadcast equipment, so he should be in the room.

Then why didn't he go to the hospital and why was he even more alive than them?

After thinking for a while, Lao Hei remembered from the police's conversation with him that Bai Su was in a triangular area at that time and was rescued quickly.

No injuries or shock.

How brave... The strong man sighed in his heart, chatted with his female companion for a while, and then prepared to leave with his wife.

"By the way." When the visitor was about to leave the ward, the woman sitting on the hospital bed spoke weakly, "I plan to rest for a while after being discharged from the hospital."

"Huh?" Lao Hei responded, "The platform side seems to have said hello to the union side. I'll come back after you have a good rest..."

"No." The woman interrupted the strong man, "I don't want to be an anchor anymore."

Seeing that Lao Hei was stunned and still had the intention to stay, the woman added: "I have already decided to resign, and I will also pay liquidated damages."

The woman said, showing an expression that Lao Hei couldn't understand.

"I've already thought about it." She repeated to herself.

……

"Hey, have you heard?"

In the corridor, two men took advantage of their breaks to smoke, each with a cigarette, making the area so smoky that no one wanted to come near.

"What happened?"

One of them lowered his voice and said: "That's it, the smuggling case that the branch has been keeping an eye on for a long time."

The other person nodded, and moved closer with a cigarette in his hand in confusion, asking, "What then?" He had heard a little bit that an ordinary police officer had discovered supernatural items that were difficult to deal with in a cultural relic smuggling case being investigated.

It seems that they are still the kind of items that can confuse people. Generally speaking, they have to send a few people to the hospital for recuperation before they can suppress or dispose of the supernatural items.

"Then..." One of them took a puff of cigarette, "After that thing was delivered to the branch, it was easily solved."

"?"

"I heard what Lao Zhang said about this. Hasn't he always been in charge of this matter? It took a long time just to get close in the early stage. It was only when we actually got the thing that it became difficult.

If there is an outsider, they can rush up to that thing, and they have to wear special gloves to touch it. After finally transporting it back to the branch, they specially emptied the people and prepared to take it underground for processing, and then——"

"After?" The other person looked at his colleague speechlessly, and gave him a fist in response to his appetizing operation, "Speak quickly."

He took half a step back in pain, but the man continued: "Then I met that magical new guy. I heard that he wasn't affected at all, and just like 'bang-dong-bang', he was KO'd!

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The other person was confused by the description of his friend's "bang bang bang", but the other person also knew that his friend's expressive ability was limited to this.

After asking a few questions using his own understanding, he roughly understood what happened at that time.

"It's not much different from what you expressed... Isn't it too simple and crude?"

"That's right, and I also asked him about the incident two days ago." The man raised his chin and gestured in a direction in the building, "It's about the group upstairs that caused a lot of headaches."

The source of transmission is unknown, and the contagion is extremely strong. Flowers bloom inexplicably on the bodies of living people, and then their vitality is drained bit by bit.

The buds and branches are so beautiful that just looking at them can fascinate people. As long as you are bewitched the moment you see the blooming corpse, you will be the next to die.

The incident lasted for ten days and a half, and many colleagues with good willpower failed to hold on.

It's not like ordinary people would be killed directly, but injuries are inevitable.

"I remember that the new guy hasn't officially started work yet, right?"

"Hey, who doesn't know how to make connections?" The man pursed his lips, "Anyway, the team in charge borrowed the person, and the new guy didn't even blink, and burned all the corpses that were the source of infection."

I heard people say that the fire was so strong that it lit half of the sky, which shows how many corpses were used as fuel.

"No one dares to get close to the burning place. After the fire is completely extinguished, the newcomer will say that there is nothing left, and then the people who deal with the aftermath will go in."

Another person listened for a long time and felt that this new guy's ability was very good, but he hadn't heard anyone talk about it.

"Of course it's because - he has problems in other aspects." The man's voice was lowered, so low that his companion had to lean over to hear him clearly, "It seems to be mental."

Those who have been engaged in their profession for a long time will more or less have some mental illness, and the description of being sober in the world does not suit them...

"No, no, no, it's not as simple as you think." The man shook his hand and moved his cigarette mouth twice, "The situation is quite serious. He has something in his mind -"

The man's voice sounded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The tail tone suddenly rose, and then he choked on the smell of cigarette smoke and coughed several times.

"——There's a party, let's go together after get off work." The two men patted the other man's shoulders.

Before the other person could respond why the topic had changed, the man pressed his fingers on his companion's shoulder tightly twice, as if to give a hint.

The other person nodded clearly and pretended to talk about what he wanted to drink tonight.

After a few words, a young man with black hair passed by them, walked through the corridor, and turned down the stairs.

After everyone left completely, the smoking man breathed a sigh of relief.
To be continued...