These two words said by Dr. Zhao made Zhou Bai's heart feel cold.
Holding his injured hand, he moved closer to his eyes and forced him to face the current problem.
"Is he a witness?
So let me ask you, what patient number is he?
What’s the date?!”
Dr. Zhao frowned in pain.
The steps under his feet were about to step back, and the other hand that was not caught hit his head painfully.
“What’s the patient number?
I forgot, there are so many patients in this lunatic asylum, how can I remember them all?"
Zhou Bai let go of his hand and sneered at him trying to rationalize his behavior.
"Your memory has always been good.
In the past, I could give out a random number and you would know the current status of that patient.
Why is it that the appearance of a patient you have never seen before does not arouse your suspicion?"
Dr. Zhao was forced to hold the wall with his hands by Zhou Bai and slowly squatted on the ground in pain.
Zhou Bai looked at him and continued.
"Because he gives you a channel through which you can vent your pain."
"It's not that you don't doubt it, you don't want to doubt it."
"Believe what he says, and you will feel less guilty and less painful."
"Before that, you might have thought too."
"If you had done things better on the sixth floor, wouldn't those patients have come down?"
"If I had come down earlier, wouldn't the tragedy have happened?"
"He is your teacher, but you caused his death because of your own mistakes..."
After listening to Zhou Bai's words, Dr. Zhao stood up from the ground with red eyes and pointed at him with his hand in collapse.
"Stop talking.
As a murderer, what qualifications do you have to say these things?"
Zhou Bai said these words and looked at Dr. Zhao's painful look. His heart was ripped open alive, which was too late.
He sighed softly and told himself that he could not let down the good intentions of Boss No. 1.
He put his hand into his pocket and walked towards Dr. Zhao again.
"But, you may not know that.
These assumptions of yours are simply not true.
because……"
Zhou Bai walked up to Dr. Zhao and gently put his hand on his shoulder.
Before he finished speaking, he saw a knife being taken out of Dr. Zhao's pocket and stabbed at his shoulder.
Zhou Bai's other free hand quickly grabbed Dr. Zhao's hand holding the knife.
However, when he grabbed the knife, the tip of the knife sank into his shoulder.
Pain spread from his shoulder, and the white coat he was wearing was stained red with blood.
Doctor Zhao looked at the blood on Zhou Bai's shoulder. There was no excitement on his face after "revenge", but a moment of panic.
Zhou Bai lowered his head and looked at the knife inserted into his shoulder. He endured the pain and pulled the knife out of his shoulder without much expression on his face.
Another pain came from my shoulder.
Zhou Bai only frowned slightly, letting the blood flow out from the wound, and held the knife in his hand.
"Don't you want to hear what I have to say first?"
Zhou Bai held a knife in his hand, blood was bleeding from his shoulder, and there was not much expression on his face when he spoke.
It looked like a demon seeking life.
Dr. Zhao now had no weapon. Looking at the "demon" holding a weapon in front of him, he could only keep retreating in horror.
Zhou Bai held a knife stained with his own blood and forced Dr. Zhao into a corner.
The clenched hands were raised high, which scared Dr. Zhao so much that he raised his hands and quickly covered them in front of his eyes.
Zhou Bai looked at his frightened look and smiled.
Then he put down his hand and silently took out the thing he wanted to take out just now from his pocket.
Doctor Zhao covered his face with his hands and waited uneasily for a while, but did not wait for Zhou Bai's fist to fall.
He carefully opened his eyes and tried to look at Zhou Bai through the gap between his hands.
Through the gap, he did not see Zhou Bai raising the knife towards him.
Instead, he unfolded a piece of paper full of words and held it up to his eyes.
He slowly put down his hand in confusion and stared blankly at the content on the note.
After seeing all the contents on the note clearly, the whole person was in a sluggish state.
"This is your teacher's handwriting, I think you should be able to recognize it."
Dr. Zhao nodded numbly.
Zhou Bai looked at him and sighed again.
He collected the note and put it into his pocket before continuing.
"I just said that these assumptions of yours are simply not true.
Because of your teacher, he voluntarily chose to take this path."
Doctor Zhao looked at Zhou Bai in disbelief.
Zhou Bai met his gaze and asked, "Do you know why he did this?"
Dr. Zhao shook his head in confusion.
"Because what he cares more about is whether there is anyone to fight against 'their' invasion.
But your current behavior is helping ‘them’ invade our world.”
Dr. Zhao was swaying and holding on to the wall with his hands.
My original understanding of this world seemed to have completely collapsed at this moment.
He looked at Zhou Bai with some pain and confusion.
When his eyes fell on the blood on Zhou Bai's shoulder, he felt it was so dazzling that it made people uncomfortable.
"He handed you the keys and the note...
He He……"
What Dr. Zhao wanted to say was that his teacher chose to believe Zhou Bai at the last moment, but did not think of him as a student.
But when Dr. Zhao said these words, he remembered his behavior just now, but he couldn't say it anymore.
"I see.
It is my fault……"
He lowered his head, glanced at Zhou Bai, and then turned around in despair.
He opened the door in front of Zhou Bai.
Outside the door, he saw the patient wearing a red bow tie, still standing there, looking at him quietly.
"Do you want to leave here?" Doctor Zhao stopped at the door and asked with his back to Zhou Bai.
Zhou Bai answered truthfully, "Yes."
Dr. Zhao nodded, did not look at the patient wearing a red bow tie, turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance.
Behind him, the patient wearing a red bow tie looked at Dr. Zhao's leaving figure with a puzzled expression.
He turned his head again and looked at Zhou Bai.
"I seem to underestimate you.
But do you think it’s over when you leave here?”
After he finished speaking, he smiled with an unfathomable expression on his face.
The expression on Zhou Bai's face changed slightly, and he remembered the scenes he saw on the balcony before, and his whole heart sank.
"Actually, you don't have to live so hard. You can..."
The patient wearing a red bow tie walked towards Zhou Bai while talking.
Zhou Bai put his hand on the doorknob, and before he could walk in, he locked the door with a bang.