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In the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant, a stainless steel cart was slowly pushed by a caregiver in a light blue sterile suit from the front. There were several scalpels and many surgical blades in the tray on the cart. As the cart trembled slightly, the scalpels collided with each other, making a slight tinging sound, and the blade also showed a little cold light as the light and shadow changed.

Qian Cang glanced at him and he had already remembered the situation on the cart. He walked over without hesitation.

"Sorry, I want to ask where the OPST department is?" Qian Cang stepped forward and stood in front of the nurse to prevent the other party from ignoring him and walking forward directly.

"Hmm? On the fourth floor." The nurse pointed to the stairs behind and said, "Just go up here."

"Thank you!" Qian Cangyi smiled and then he walked forward, but for some reason he accidentally tripped by the wheel. He supported his right hand on the tray of the cart and touched the ground with his left hand.

Seeing this, the nurse bent down quickly and looked away from the cart, "Are you okay?" he asked with concern.

"No, it's okay." Qian Cang shook his head, walked forward while standing up. When he was fully standing up, he was already standing behind the caregiver. He did not stop and continue moving forward.

The caregiver looked at Qian Cangyi's back and felt a little strange, but he didn't think much about it, but continued to push the cart forward.

When he walked to the stairs, Qian Cangyi slowed down. He held his right hand in his shirt pocket. After the people on the stairs went upstairs and went downstairs, he walked upwards and took out the scalpel. He measured and found that the scalpel was very sharp, but the length of the blade was shorter than he thought. In addition, there were five blades in his pocket. After he put the scalpel, he took it out and checked it.

According to Xiao Zunfeng, the wound caused by direct piercing may not be as effective as expected, but there are no other good weapons at present, so time will not wait for anyone, so I will try it first.

Qian Cang thought to himself and put away the blade at the same time.

On the seats in the waiting area on the fourth floor, I chose a chair with empty seats around me to sit down. He did not like to occupy three seats by himself, but just like a larger space, because this way he could spread his legs without worrying about huddling with others.

He doesn't like to huddle with others very much, and his past experiences make him disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

When I was a child, I squeezed into a cheap apartment with my parents. The toilet was a public toilet and the bathroom was a public bathroom. The whole room, bedroom, kitchen and living room were crowded together. Every night, three people were lying on a large single bed. When I was studying, 72 people sat in the classroom, which was originally scheduled to be 45 people, and the people sitting in the last row were almost leaning against the blackboard behind. Everyone's seat space was used to the limit, and even the podium was squeezed so that only space for the teacher to write chalk.

Why are there so many people?

I have been thinking about this issue since the third grade.

Why are there so few things, why are they all crowded together?

There are more and more questions in his mind.

Maybe it will get bigger in the future...

He failed to find the reason and could only expect changes in the future.

Later, he moved into the school dormitory. After graduation, he moved into the company dormitory. However, the problems he had when he was a child were still not solved. What made him even more incomprehensible was why everyone didn't care, but instead enjoyed the feeling of crowding.

When buying a house, he insisted on choosing a big house. Even if he would pay more debts for ten years, he didn't care because he could live in a bigger place.

"It's so crowded..." He stood on the subway and said softly, his complaints were no different from those he said casually.

"It's so crowded..." He sat in the driver's seat of the SUV, staring at the long queue in front of him.

"It's so crowded..." When buying New Year's goods, he murmured at the team in front of the supermarket cashier.

Why are there so many people?

He was puzzled by the fact that he couldn't figure out this problem. Why was it already crowded, but the rest of the people still wanted to squeeze in piles, as if they were all happy.

"Is there anyone here?" A gentle question came.

He raised his head narrowly and saw a man with tired face, his lips turned white and seemed a little uncomfortable. The man combed his dense black hair behind his head, and his white shirt and beige plaid jacket looked a little handsome.

It's so crowded... Why do everyone have to squeeze around me? Isn't it good to keep a distance between people?

I thought narrowly, but the expression on his face was completely opposite to his inner feelings.

"Of course." Nin smiled at the man, and at the same time shrank his spread legs in the middle.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong with his neck. It seemed that some liquid was rushing outwards, and it was very fast. At the same time, his body felt weak and became a little stiff.

"ah!"

A harsh scream sounded in the waiting area, attracting everyone's gaze. The doubters turned their heads one after another. Then, they saw a thin-eyed man with a high hairline and a hole in his neck, and blood was constantly rushing outwards. In front of the man was a man with a little scholarly aura on his body, but the scholarly anger at this time made him look more like a chilling murderer.

Qian Cangyi discovered it.

The gushing blood splattered on Qian Cangyi's body, and the smell of blood spread in the air.

Neither the screams nor the roars stopped him from taking the next move. The scalpel in his right hand clenched toward his narrow neck again.

If Qian Cangyi was still a little confused about the identity of the person in front of him before the first cut of the scalpel, then now he no longer doubted the other party's identity. The hole that should have been cut with one cut actually required two cuts to cut.

With the time of the time stopping, he cut his narrow neck twice. When the scalpel touched the narrow neck, Qian Cangyi felt the resistance from the narrow skin.

At this time, the third sword he swung with all his strength had hit the target, but it had no expected effect.

The blade passed through the narrow neck, as if it had passed through the air, and no longer encountered the original resistance.

At the same moment, Qian Cangyi's eyes fell into his narrow eyes, which were full of murderous intent. Then, the other party suddenly disappeared, leaving only blood on the ground.

"Catch him!" a middle-aged man with thick arms shouted.

The person he refers to is undoubtedly Qian Cangyi.

The problem is that no matter how much they shouted, no one dared to take action. Not only did no one act bravely, but everyone around them chose to take a few steps back, and the timid people had even run away without a trace.

This is not dead... It's really troublesome! I guess the security guard will come soon, and I need to change my clothes.

Qian Cangyi recalled the hospital map in his mind and walked towards the changing room that Xiao Zunfeng once said, "He needed a clean piece of clothing. As for his face, he was not afraid of others recognizing it, because his face is now covered with blood."

He ran, like a gust of wind.
Chapter completed!