Chapter 475 The Cursed Hospital (Thirteen)

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.

As a result, Feng Bujue's pace slowed down a little.

To make a long story short, ten minutes later, he re-entered the elevator and pressed the button labeled b1.

The elevator door closed slowly and rumbled.

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.

"Why does it look 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 out something, 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, a strange sound of "coo coo..." will still come 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 whole 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. He seemed to have a common attitude towards "Lester"'s visit.

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

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

After getting closer, Feng Bujue noticed it. This guy is 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, and a faint light; then, on this layer of skin, there is a sparse layer of skin. The light green hair looks quite soft... Finally, on the outer layer of its face, there is a layer of material like a fence. Covering the face in staggered patterns, the texture is very similar to 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 wouldn't 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 evening... Frank?"

"It's still the same," Frank replied. "For those of us who work seventy-two hour shifts (some monsters only sleep once every few days), it's the same at all times," he said. He raised his head and glanced at Feng Bujue, "You're just in time, can you help me peel an apple?" He nuzzled at an apple placed on the table.

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

Although he was a little suspicious, Feng Bujue did as the other party said in order not to reveal his fault. He picked up the apple and sat on the edge of his desk. Facing a wastebasket, I began to peel the fruit.

"Thank you for troubling you every time." Frank said. He 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?"

"Could this guy be able to read other people's thoughts..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "It's impossible...has he already seen through me?"

"Ah...right." Brother Jue was sweating, but he still acted normal on the surface and responded to the other party in a calm tone.

"Well, I'll just fill out a few documents." As Frank spoke, he lowered his head and got busy, "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, "Sigh... I wonder who will come over to peel apples for me after you leave." He said, shook his head, and sighed again.

"Ha..." Feng Bujue smiled and responded, "Maybe... other 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 sad to hear that the dean insists on expelling you. "

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

"What's wrong with you today? You said something weird." Frank replied with a puzzled look on his face, "You and Chad are best friends, and have been best friends since preschool to high school." He sighed slightly, "I know that after his sister died, Chad has been unable to get out of the shadow of grief, and he is angry with you for this, but I think you will reconcile in the end..."

When Feng Bujue heard this, his expression suddenly changed and his mind turned quickly: "What's going on... It's different from the beginning of the script..." Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, "Wait... If the person who said that... is the dean..."

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Two minutes later, Feng Bujue peeled the apple and put it in front of Frank, smiling and saying: "Okay, buddy."

Frank said: "Ah... I'm still busy here for a while." He tilted his head slightly, "The type B blood is in the old place, in cabinet No. 17, just take 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... I'll ask you something." Feng Bujue stopped when he walked to the door, turned around and said, "You should know the date and time now, right, Frank?"

This is an obvious thing. A person who works in the underground blood bank and only takes a shift once every 72 hours should have a timer. Otherwise... if the person who takes over his shift never comes, he may stay here without knowing it...

"Now is..." Frank didn't look at any clocks or instruments, 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, "Lester... You really don't have much time."

He was 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, and before leaving, he still left a sentence, "You... take care."

At this time, Brother Jue's eyes were solemn, he seemed to have known something...

He walked quickly into the elevator, returned to the second floor, and then ran in the corridor.

"Sure enough..." Feng Bujue said as he ran, "When I 'realized' it, the physiological reaction appeared..." He looked down at his hand, and the whole palm turned purple and black.

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

"Time is really running out." Feng Bujue thought, "The props that are still unknown are... a white sock, a backup key that can open some door, and a small mirror... I hope I can use it..." He glanced at his palm again, "Huh... After handing in this blood delivery mission, I have to go to the third floor anyway... According to the current situation, I can only hold on for another hour at most... Lester's 'body' will die..." (To be continued..)