Time went back a while ago.

Just as Qiboke and the other four were working hard to repair the dam.

In the city hospital in Old Lanka, something else happened.

There are a large number of murals named Contezola painted on the walls of the city hospital. The history of these murals can be traced back to a further time. At that time, the city hospital was just a small resident clinic.

It is said that it was painted by an adventurer who traveled here. The adventurer was not a painter, but the paintings he drew still had magical powers. In this dark night, it was bright enough to shake the eyes of the flowery people.

Following the quiet courtyard path, I entered the building. Because of an administrative order from the Black Robe Picking Team, all the doctors and nurses were gathered in the center of the hall, leaving only some unattended patients.

Most of these patients were seriously injured in this battle with polluted organisms. They were sent here by a specialized team of responsive care and are undergoing emergency treatment. The original atmosphere of the hospital's treatment was so hot, but now the atmosphere has dropped to freezing point as soon as the picket team arrives.

"Wait, don't leave."

The director in standard white clothes walked up and asked the leader what was going on, but in the end he got such a reply.

There is no explanation, only execution is required, this is the style of the black-robed picket team doing business.

This black-robed picket team, which was originally in the spread of black water, counting the number of people, disaster points and other data, was urgently transferred here, and no one knew what they wanted to do.

The medical staff who stayed in the hall began to panic inexplicably.

Time passed by little by little. At first, you could hear some patients' shouts and help from them, but later these sounds gradually became impossible, and you could only hear some of the sounds of pushing the cart away.

The door of the morgue was closed and opened, but the medical staff present did not dare to turn their heads to look. They were all hanging their heads under the black guns. The straight black-robed pickets standing in front of them seemed to be the incarnation of the devil, making them all timid.

There was a doctor who was still dealing with the patient in the intensive care unit before he had a dispute with the black-robed picket team because the patient at hand had not been dealt with yet. The roaring gunshots shocked everyone.

The doctor, with a gun in his brain, his skull was pierced directly and fell into a pool of blood. The black-robed picket team pulled the doctor out like a piece of rotten meat. The blood stains were flowing on the gray-black stone board, pulling out a whole long blood-colored chain.

Once these madmen in black get the task command, they will turn into the god of death that reaps life. Facing the rebels, they will shoot without hesitation, and everyone is afraid of the gun.

Silence, silence fermentes here.

The black-robed picket team did not speak, so the others dared not speak. They listened to their respective gasps and heartbeats. In the past ten minutes, they could still hear a few occasional screams, but now they could only hear some of the corpses being dragged.

The waiting time was long, but there was not much time to pass in the real world. After about eight to ten minutes, all the black robe pickets returned to the assembly point where they were, and their black robes were more or less stained with blood.

When everyone saw that everyone was coming, the captain walked towards the medical staff.

"Come on, eat this."

In the captain's hand was a milky white bottle. He opened the seal of the bottle and poured out a pile of red icy-coated pills.

"This is....."

The doctors all showed great fear of this unknown pill. In this world, the unknown largely means disaster.

"eat."

The captain's response was just a single word, revealing an unquestionable feeling.

The guns of the black-robed pickets around him were raised half an inch.

The situation was stronger than that of people. Doctors, nurses, and the hospital cleaning staff, and everyone who had contact with the hospital, swallowed the red pill.

The black-robed picket team checked one by one whether they swallowed the pills so that they wouldn't hide under their tongues or just swallow them. The madmen were so sophisticated that they were like machines at this moment.

After the examination was completed, the group of people in black walked out of the hospital and walked past the shadowy treetops.

"The next place, Theseus Building."

The captain began to issue orders that the building they were going to was located on the edge of the city and was one of the worst-hit areas. According to the news sent back before, there was still a large group of people here fighting stubbornly to resist the attack of polluted organisms.

The black-robed picket team is going to deal with this group of people who are stubbornly resisting.

After the picket team left, the doctors and nurses seemed a little overwhelmed. Only the youngest director of psychology, he hurriedly got out of the group and ran to the second floor.

On weekdays, this director is known as a cold-faced doctor, saying that he has good psychological qualities and can calmly solve all kinds of difficult problems caused by patients and be well organized.

But now, his steps towards the second floor were so panicked, and his pupils began to collapse inward. He hurriedly opened the door of a ward on the second floor, but saw that there were only clean windows left in the ward. Everything was neatly tidy, and the ground was even wiped. It was so bright and beautiful that the night outside was so dirty.

"I'm wrong, it's not this, it's not this." The director kept muttering.

I don’t know if this ward is not the ward he is looking for, or if there are fewer things he wants in the ward.

Continue to run forward, take three steps and two steps, and call five, six or seven doors, which are still as he sees, empty, as if no one has ever been here before, and the white curtains by the window dance gently in the breeze.

The director ran to the next corner, with white bricks and tiles sticking to the wall, dark yellow chandeliers swaying on the ceiling, and blue moss on the edge of the road was about to rot.

The director's feet stopped before the next corner, and he preached on his own, "Wrong? What's wrong."

His left face began to collapse downwards, and his body was getting heavy as he pulled him, as if he was about to be pulled down on the ground. He didn't know what was wrong, but he couldn't think of his memory.

"Who is it? Who is it?"

He murmured to himself again. After asking, he fell to the ground alone. The ground had just been wiped, but no matter how thick the detergent was, it could not cover the smell of blood that oozed out from the cracks.

The people who turned their perspective to the lobby downstairs fell one by one according to the order in which they had eaten the red pills before.

They will not die. They will only forget what happened in the hospital in a madness and disorder. They will only remember that their patients had passed away here and were wiped out by some polluted creatures that suddenly rushed into the hospital. They were protected by the black-robed picket team in advance and were not harmed by the polluted creatures.

This is a recorded story.

This story will be circulating throughout the Old Lanka city for a long time.

The details of this story will be completed little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little, and will become unparalleled.

And what has passed away really passed away in this long night.

They died of polluted creatures, terrifying black water.

It has nothing to do with people.
Chapter completed!