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Text Chapter 475 The Cursed Hospital (13)

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    After staying in room 216 for a while and then coming out, you won't have to worry about encountering Chad in a short time.

    Therefore, Feng Bujue¡¯s pace also slowed down a little.

    Long story short, ten minutes later, he re-entered the elevator and pressed the button labeled b1.

    The elevator door closed slowly and a rumble sounded.

    After a while, the door opened again.  In front of the door is a corridor only five meters long, opposite is a thick metal door.

    "How come it's like a bank vault" Feng Bujue muttered and walked out of the elevator.

    During the few steps from the elevator door to the blood bank door, he seemed to have figured something out, and suddenly smiled: "Yes In the monster kingdom, things like blood really need to be kept well."

    Soon, Feng Bujue took out the key and opened the blood bank door.  Before I entered, I heard someone talking inside: "Who is it?"

    This "person's" voice is very unique, just like the hoot of an owl. Even if he speaks a short sentence, there will still be a strange sound of "coo coo" coming from his throat.

    "It's me" Feng Bujue's reaction was so quick. He replied without even thinking, "Lester."

    "Oh" the speaker responded casually.

    While Brother Jue was replying, he already looked into the room

    Behind the metal door is a space of about two hundred square meters.  Compared to other rooms in the hospital, it was surprisingly spacious.  There is only one desk in the middle of the entire blood bank, and cryogenic cabinets for storing blood are neatly arranged around the room, standing against the wall.

    At this moment.  The "person" sitting at the desk was flipping through a magazine with slow movements.  Regarding "Lester's" visit, the other party seemed to have a common attitude.

    "Because it's undergroundso the space is spacious" Feng Bujue walked into the door and looked at the surrounding environment and thought.

    "You are on duty today." The person sitting at the table spoke again.

    After getting closer, Feng Bujue noticed that this guy was also an NPC with an extremely curious appearance

    This person¡¯s face can be divided into three layers First, his lowest layer of skin has a rock-like texture, with pits and pits.  There was a faint light; then, on this layer of skin, a layer of sparse light green hair grew, which looked quite soft Finally, on the outer layer of its face, there was a layer of material like a fence,  Stagger and cover the face.  The texture is much like human fingernails.

    When Feng Bujue saw this person's face, three sentences immediately popped into his mind: "What is your purpose for coming to Earth? Is this a performance art? Are you itchy?"

    Of course, he would not actually say these words.

    "Well, it's me." After a quick glance at the other person's name tag, Brother Jue continued, "How was your eveningFrank?"

    "It's the same as before," Frank replied.  "For those of us who work shifts every seventy-two hours (some monsters only sleep once every few days), it's the same at all times." He said, raising his head and glancing at Feng Bujue, "You came just in time to help me peel it.  Want an apple?" He nuzzled at an apple placed on the table.

    When Feng Bujue heard this request.  I couldn't help but feel a little strange, and thought to myself: This guy can't peel himself?  Andhow did he know that I happened to have a folding knife on me?

    Although a little suspicious.  But in order not to reveal his flaws, Feng Bujue still did as the other party said.  He picked up the apple, sat on the edge of his desk, faced a wastepaper basket, and began to peel the apple.

    "Thank you, I trouble you every time." Frank said, put down the magazine in his hand, and took the documents and pen from the desk, "Are you here to get the count's blood?"

    "This guy can't read other people's thoughts" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "It's impossiblehas he already seen through me?"

    "Ahright." Brother Jue broke into cold sweat, but on the surface he still acted normal and responded to the other party in a calm tone.

    "Well, I'll just fill out a few documents." Frank lowered his head and got busy as he spoke, "Just wait a moment."

    At this time, Feng Bujue noticed that Frank¡¯s left hand seemed to be disabled.  His left hand had no fingers, only two short pieces of stone (which were flesh to him) protruding out of the palm.  Frank could barely use the hand to hold paper, but he certainly couldn't hold an apple or a knife.

    "You are such a good man, Lester." Frank said, "Oh I wonder who will come over to peel apples for me after you leave." He said, shook his head, and sighed again.

    "Heh" Feng Bujue smiledSmiling, he responded, "Maybeother people's opinions are different from yours. There are many people who are looking forward to my leaving, right?"

    Brother Jue remembers clearly that the opening remarks at the beginning of the script mentioned "No one likes you, Lester"; "The personnel department has decided to fire you, and you will be replaced by a gentleman who is retiring  Everyone thinks he can do better than you¡±¡­

    "What are you talking about?" Frank raised his head, his eyes brightening, "You are the most popular employee here Although you often do things that are against the rules, you are always helping everyone.  Busy. Everyone is very sad to hear that the dean insists on expelling you."

    "What?" Feng Bujue stopped peeling the apple, his expression changed slightly, and asked, "Waitthenwhere is Chad? He should want me to leave, right?"

    "What happened to you today? You said some strange things." Frank replied with an inexplicable look on his face, "You and Chad are best friends, and have been best friends from preschool to high school." He sighed slightly,  "I know that after the death of my sister, Chad has been unable to get out of the shadow of grief, and he is still angry with you for this, but I think you will eventually reconcile"

    When Feng Bujue heard this, his expression suddenly changed and his thoughts suddenly changed: "What's going onit's different from the paragraph at the beginning of the script" Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, "Waitwhat if  The person who made the remarks is the dean"

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    Two minutes later, Feng Bujue finished peeling the apple, placed it in front of Frank, and said with a smile: "Okay, buddy."

    Frank said: "Ah I will be busy here for a while." He tilted his head slightly, "The type B blood is at the same place, in cabinet No. 17. You can just grab two packs."

    "Okay." Feng Bujue responded, walked to the wall, opened the freezer, and took out two packs of type B blood.

    Then, he turned around and walked towards the door.

    "Uh let me ask by the way." When Feng Bujue walked to the door, he stopped again, turned around and said, "You should know the date and time now, right, Frank?"

    This is an obvious thing. A person who works in an underground blood bank and only works a shift every seventy-two hours should have a timer.  Otherwiseif the person who takes over from him never comes, he will probably stay there unknowingly

    "It's now" Frank didn't look at any clocks or instruments, and his eyes suddenly became very serious, "December 6th, 3:30 in the morning." He paused, looked up and looked directly into Brother Jue's eyes and said  , "Lesteryou really don't have much time."

    He is not the first person (or ghost) to remind Lester to pay attention to "time" but the system never gave any relevant prompts.

    "I will do it as soon as possible, don't worry." Feng Bujue responded. Then, he was silent for two seconds. Before going out, he still left a message, "Youtake care."

    At this time, Brother Jue¡¯s eyes were solemn, and he seemed to already know something

    He quickly walked into the elevator, returned to the second floor, and immediately started running in the corridor.

    "Sure enough" Feng Bujue muttered as he ran, "When I 'realized', a physiological reaction appeared" He lowered his head and looked at his hands, and the entire palm turned purple-black.

    "Huh" He tried to exhale, but white mist appeared.

    "Time is really running out." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "The props whose functions are still unknown are a white sock, a backup key that can open an unknown door, and a small mirror I hope it can be used.  Let's go" He glanced at his palm again, "Huh After handing over the task of delivering blood, I have to go to the third floor anyway Judging from the current situation, I can hold on for another hour at most.  Lester's 'body' will die"
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