Thirteen She Is Not Evil
"Don't yell!" An Ran raised her head weakly, turned her hands and closed the door, glanced at the fussing 18-bed girl, tilted her head again, and said to the 17-bed Hu Frame, "Where is your cell phone, give it to me, call the police !"
"I've already called the police!" The 18-bed Jiaojiao girl frowned, and began to press her cell phone anxiously again, looking at An Ran lying on the ground while calling, "I called the police and said my husband was missing, but the police called The line has been busy! These police officers in China are all dry food, hum!!!”
Her husband had only been missing for two hours, and this charming girl called the police and asked the people's police to find her a husband? !
An Ran got up from the ground speechlessly, and laboriously tugged at the maternity bag she put on the bedside, and found a new pair of trousers-shaped sanitary napkins. Although lying on the bed unable to move, he looked at An Ran anxiously and asked:
"What happened to you? Why did you call the police? My phone is in the drawer."
An Ran shook her head. She no longer needed a cell phone. Since Bed 18 had already called the police, and she was still pressing the alarm phone, it would be useless if she asked Hu Frame's cell phone to make a call.
"I saw outside..." An Ran took a deep breath, recalling the disgusting scene she had just seen, suppressing the fear in her heart, and said to Hu Jiao in a calm tone as much as possible: " Someone is eating people!"
"Ah?" Hu Jia raised his head slightly with a confused face, and because he pulled the wound, he weakly put his head back on the pillow.
The 18-bed charming girl couldn't help but gave a "puchi" smile. She was still calling the police and her husband's phone number repeatedly. She glanced at An Ran with some disdain, as if she thought that a commoner like An Ran would have such a problem. This kind of language like a madman is also suitable for An Ran's identity.
An Ran didn't force Bed 17 and Bed 18 to believe what she said. She just glanced at Jiao Jiao Girl on Bed 18 and went into the toilet tremblingly. The sanitary napkin was replaced.
Without washing her hands with the dark water, An Ran found a piece of toilet paper, wiped off the blood on her hands, then propped herself on the bathing table, looked at herself like a ghost in the mirror, raised her bangs on her forehead, I searched very, very carefully, and luckily in misfortune, she didn't fall for evil.
In the distance, the "Little Fox Fairy" that had been singing in the corridor finally came to an end when the mobile phone was out of power. The screen of the mobile phone went dark. Surrounding it, those monsters who had successfully "evolved" lost their lives. After reaching the goal, they began to slowly disperse, some walking towards the end of the corridor, and some heading towards An Ran's ward.
And in that far away, far northwest, in a brightly lit auditorium, there are several tables, and a red banner hangs on the wall, [Farewell to Comrade Zhanlian Glorious Discharge], under the banner, is a room full of body Wearing camouflage uniforms, the zombies swayed aimlessly. On the ground, there were still several skeletons that were almost eaten. The rice and vegetables on the table didn't move a few mouthfuls, but red blood and yellow were everywhere. phlegm.
Zhan Lian's body was covered in blood, and his hand was clenched into a fist, with bright red blood dripping on it, drop by drop, falling to the ground, smudged into a small stall, he sat on a bench in the kitchen, One foot rested on the other knee, and the other free hand was holding the mobile phone, calling An Ran again and again until An Ran's mobile phone was turned off by him.