"It's nothing, Professor Kurokawa. You may be a little tired, so your memory is a little unclear. You and your wife..." Grace was trying her best to stabilize Professor Kurokawa's ghost, when suddenly a malicious voice came from the crowd: "Kurokawa, you're already dead!" The person who spoke was Professor Zenei. He glanced at Mrs. Kurokawa who was nestled tightly in Dr. Satomi's arms, his eyes full of jealousy. Both he and Kurokawa pursued Sachiko in the past, but in the end Sachiko chose Kurokawa, who was handsome and more outstanding in academics. Seeing the deep love between the Kurokawa couple, a nameless anger rushed to Professor Zenei's forehead. "Professor Zenei, are you kidding? If I were dead, who would be standing in front of you now?" Dr. Satomi shook his head and said disapprovingly. "Kurokawa, can't you look through the window next to you? See who you are now!" Upon hearing this, Dr. Satomi turned his head and looked at the window in the corridor. A young doctor was reflected in the glass. Dr. Satomi subconsciously reached out and touched his philtrum. It felt smooth and beardless. "Isn't this Satomi? How did I become Satomi?"
Dr. Satomi was looking at the window and muttering to himself, holding his head with both hands, his facial features twisted together, looking extremely painful. The next moment, Dr. Satomi, who had been acting like a living person, suddenly turned as pale as a deathly person. His eyes were cloudy and he stared straight ahead. A chilly air emanated from him, and the fluorescent lights above the corridor began to flicker. He laughed crazily: "Ahahahaha, I remember, I'm dead!" Chapter 137 Chapter 139 Resident Evil Be it the officers from Section 5 at the scene or the senior officials of the Metropolitan Police Department who were watching the situation through the screen, they all started cursing and wished they could strangle Professor Zenei to death. "Fuck!" Grace didn't care about her ladylike manners and blurted out an American curse. This Minister of Medical University is really a good-for-nothing who is always causing trouble. He came out to make trouble at the critical moment. Grace really wanted to pull out a pistol and shoot him on the spot. Grace glanced over and saw a policeman in a black suit immediately pinning Professor Zenei to the ground. A day later, Professor Zenei's cheek once again kissed the cold plastic floor of the hospital. "Woo, ow." Before Professor Zenei could even cry out in pain, the man in the black suit stuffed a gun barrel into his mouth. "I'm dead. I'm dead." The police officers of Section 5 looked at the crazy-looking Dr. Satomi and thought to themselves that things were not good. It would be fine if the ghost disappeared on the spot, but they were afraid that Dr. Satomi would directly turn into an evil spirit and attack them. Type B cannot be eliminated by physical means, and the firearms they carry with them are completely useless. The Medical University Affiliated Hospital has 899 beds and employees. Given the indiscriminate attacks of the evil spirits, the hospital will become a slaughterhouse with corpses everywhere. But unexpectedly, after Dr. Satomi laughed wildly, although his face was still frighteningly pale, his eyes were shining with rationality. "Professor Kurokawa, are you okay?" Grace asked cautiously.
She and the other officers from Section 5 were ready to retreat if the situation got bad. "I remember that I was driving to Narita Airport when I had a car accident and I died." “Shuichi…” Mrs. Kurokawa's eyes were blurred with tears, and tears fell down in big drops like beads from a broken string. "It's okay, Sachiko, don't cry. This is probably a matter of life and death." Doctor Satomi patted Mrs. Kurokawa on the back and said softly: "I'm just sorry Sachiko, for making you feel sad for me." Mrs. Kurokawa pressed her delicate body against Dr. Satomi and cried inconsolably. Grace watched the touching scene of the reunion of a couple separated by life and death, just like in "Ghost". Although she didn't want to break this warmth, the urging of her superior in the headphones made her ears hurt. "Professor Kurokawa, we are very sorry to interrupt your meeting with your wife. We are from the Metropolitan Police Department." The negotiator who received the signal plucked up his courage, smiled non-threateningly, bowed respectfully, and said: "We are all very concerned about Professor Kurokawa's condition. If possible, could you please answer a few questions for us?" How did Professor Kurokawa return to the human world after his death? And where did Professor Kurokawa get his extraordinary power to cure terminal illnesses? Do Sanzu River and the underworld exist? These are issues that many bigwigs are paying close attention to. If they could uncover the secrets of the afterlife from Professor Kurokawa's ghost, perhaps they could also be resurrected and return to the human world after death. Professor Kurokawa's ghost is completely different from those evil spirits that have no emotions and cannot communicate. For them, it is not unacceptable to become like this after death. Ghosts can possess other people and continue to enjoy wealth and prosperity, which is even equivalent to changing into a younger and stronger body. It is even better for some old and terminally ill people. "Clang", the traction machine made a slight sound, and the four elevators in the elevator room were all rising and falling. But now no one was paying attention to the elevator, everyone's attention was focused on Dr. Satomi. "They're coming after me!" Doctor Satomi's face changed, and he looked down diagonally with a dim gaze, as if his sight penetrated the floor. Grace was a little confused when she heard that. The communicator on her body suddenly rang. She raised her eyebrows and answered the call. "Investigator! Morgue, morgue—" A terrified and somewhat out-of-tune voice came from the communicator. "What happened in the morgue? Are those corpses having a party again?" Grace asked. "Elevator! All the bodies in the morgue rushed out and got on the elevator!"
The voice in the communicator screamed at the top of its lungs as if it was about to break its throat. The sound spread throughout the corridor, and everyone involuntarily turned their eyes to the elevator door. With a few "clang", "clang" and "clang" sounds, except for the elevator stopped at the double-decker floor, all three elevators stopped at the thirteenth floor at the same time. The elevator door opened, and everyone's face showed an expression of extreme fear, as if they had encountered their worst nightmare. The three elevators were packed with standing corpses. The corpses were either skinny or had broken arms and legs. Each one had a different and horrifying death appearance. They stared at everyone with a pair of gray eyes that were open in death. No, their eyes were fixed on Dr. Satomi without even blinking. No need to blink either. The corpses slowly walked out of the elevator. Although most of Professor Kurokawa's relatives and friends were in the medical field and had seen many corpses, the horrifying scene of dozens of corpses walking out of the elevator was so frightening that several people collapsed to the ground, and some even screamed. "Ahhh-" "Oh my god, is this Resident Evil?" The tide of corpses slowly surged towards everyone. A drop of cold sweat fell from Grace's forehead. The next second, she gritted her teeth, pulled out her pistol, and ordered: "Shoot! Shooting is allowed!" We can’t care that we are in a hospital now, and the gunshots will cause such a commotion. The men in black suits also pulled out their pistols and started shooting! "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The dense bullets immediately turned the bodies in the front row into sieves. Bullets hit the corpses, but could not stop the tide of zombies from advancing. Some bodies were knocked to the ground by the impact of bullets, and then stood up again, while those that couldn't stand up simply crawled on the ground. "boom!" Grace aimed at the head of a corpse and shot it in the head. The corpse fell to the ground and then stood up staggeringly. There was a hole in its eye socket as big as a 100 yen coin, with a mess of brain matter, dirty blood and other things flowing out. The other cloudy eye stared straight ahead, which made Grace shudder. "This is different from the zombies in Resident Evil! You shot it in the head, but it still managed to stand up." The guns in Lesson 60 are naturally not the Nambu M637 and M, police pistols that cannot even kill people from three meters away. The caliber of the semi-automatic pistols is not small. If a person is shot in the body, even if he does not die from excessive blood loss, the severe pain can make him lose the ability to move. However, it is ineffective against corpses without blood and tears. Even if the magazine is empty, a corpse with holes all over its body can still stand up, unless the spine is broken. "Retreat, protect Professor Kurokawa, everyone retreat!"
"Oh no, there are zombies behind us!" a police officer shouted in panic. Grace emptied the magazine and looked back while reloading. Dead bodies appeared one after another around the corner behind her. Chapter 138 Chapter 140 Great! The whole world has no future! "Why are there so many people walking around in the corridor in the middle of the night? Can't people sleep?" The president of Room 1302, supported by the nurse and assistant, came to the front of the ward angrily. As a patient with advanced esophageal cancer, the president had been suffering from insomnia all day and all night due to the fear of death and the pain of the illness. Now the loud noise outside woke him up from his light sleep. "I shouldn't have listened to Ze Nei's lies and moved to this double room near the elevator." As soon as the president was admitted to the hospital, he donated a large sum of cash to the Medical University Hospital, and naturally the treatment and treatment he received were the best. A few days ago, Professor Zenei told the president mysteriously that he had recently developed a new type of treatment that would definitely help the president's condition. Thanks to Professor Zenei's sweet talk, the president was moved from the luxurious single room to here, and then, there was no further news. When Professor Zenei came to make rounds in the morning, the president couldn't wait to ask when the new treatment would start. Professor Zenei avoided his gaze and hesitantly said that it might take a while. Is Professor Zenei kidding me? Since I was admitted to the hospital, I have privately given Professor Zenai gifts and red envelopes worth several million yen, but in the end this is the result. The president was so angry that he tossed and turned all day long and couldn't sleep. He took medicine at night and finally fell asleep, but was woken up by the commotion in the corridor. He was immediately furious! I can not stand it any more! What kind of crappy hospital is this? It’s as chaotic as a supermarket. And there’s that useless doctor inside who keeps talking nonsense. I’m going to transfer to another hospital tomorrow! The bad-tempered president finally couldn't bear it anymore. He fiercely opened the door of the ward from the inside, stuck his head out and looked outside with an angry face: "..." "..." The president, who was about to open his mouth to curse, closed his mouth the moment he opened it, and the resentment and anger on his face disappeared in an instant. The president's face was filled with shock and inexplicable fear. It turned out that the people making noise in the corridor in the middle of the night were not living people, but corpses in blue and white hospital gowns. The corpse closest to the door of Room 1302 turned around as if it had sensed something. The dead man's dull, turbid, bloodshot eyes and lifeless grayish-white skin were clearly reflected in the president's eyes. Hoo, ho, ho! The president covered his mouth tightly with both hands, with such great strength that he almost wanted to stuff his fists into his mouth. The corpse seemed to have no interest in the president. It just glanced at him and turned its head away without attacking him. Before the president could be happy, a bullet suddenly blew the head of the corpse in front of him.
"boom!" White brain matter and dark blood splashed all over the president's face. The cold and sticky touch spread from his face to his brain. The president was stunned. The next second, a chill rushed to his head, causing him to scream miserably: "what--!!!" At this time, the president's assistant also recovered from his shock, dragged the president into the ward, and then locked the door. "boom!"