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The sharp scalpel cut a foot-long mouth on the fat man's back, and blood gushed like a spring.

Seeing the bloody face, Yoneko-sun's expression became more ferocious, and the scalpels were dancing and the sword light was lit up.

"Ding Ding Dangdang!" Holding the surgical tray that he grabbed casually, the fat man tried his best to resist and shouted anxiously, "You guys go quickly! Go quickly!"

The tray could not block the sharpness of the scalpel at all, and it was pierced many times in the blink of an eye. The fat man's hand was also cut, and the tray was stained with blood.

"Click!" At the deadly moment, Wei Feifei turned on the emergency light.

In an emergency, professional emergency lights that can even deal with surgery can shine brightly and illuminate the house.

The fat man was finally not so embarrassed if he could see the enemy's actions.

However, there is not much optimism. The resurrected Yoneko is as powerful as a mad tiger, which is more difficult to deal with than the zombies in Resident Evil. The zombies don’t know how to avoid or use weapons.

The fat man's clothes were cut into pieces, and the blades on his body continued to increase...

Xiao Ling was anxious to see that he couldn't find a handy weapon, so he had to rush forward in a chair.

The fat man was sneered while being chopped: "You are so small, I want to swing a chair and hit someone. Let's practice for a few more years!" The chair is an office swivel chair, and it took Xiao Lingguang a lot of effort to lift it up.

In terms of height, Xiao Ling is 174 and Fatty 176, which is not much different. But in terms of physique, the fat man is less than 79 kilograms and is almost overweight and cannot be a policeman. Xiao Ling only has a pitiful 58.

This is another point that fat people can laugh at Xiao Ling.

"You should use your best-mindedness to save me!" He rolled up suddenly, avoided the attack, and pulled Mizishan back a few steps, and said the fat man.

Xiao Ling put down the chair. Although he was depressed, the fat man was right, and what he was best at was using his brain.

However, my weakness is not because of my physique, but because of my strength, the poor 4.5 power. Otherwise, a swing chair would not be so difficult.

Regarding brain use, I seemed to have gained something just now...

Looking at the fat man covered in blood, the doctor who fell to the ground, and the crazy tiger Yoneko-sun, he slowly spoke: "This guy can not only listen to the sound, but also smell the smell..."

Another faint force poured into the body with the words.

That feeling is like guiding memory and copying objects. It just seems that the accumulated power is not enough, and it is a little bit too late to guide it.

Wei Feifei put the emergency light on the ground and turned around and went out.

Xiao Ling was still thinking. The first time he had feelings was when Mi Zi was good at hearing; this time he had feelings, when he still had smell... Based on apparent evidence, analyzing and reasoning facts to gain strength was indeed his ideal fighting style.

There is insufficient strength, that is, there are not enough analytical reasoning, right?

Wei Feifei pushed the door and came in, holding two packets of plasma in her hand, tearing it open and spilling it into the corner of the room, blood blew all over the floor.

He took out a cell phone from the fallen doctor and fiddled with it for a while—

“This_ain’t_a_song_for_the_broken-hearted.

No_silent_prayer_for_the_faith-departed.

I_ain't_gonna_be_just_a_face_in_the_crowd.

…”

The passionate singing exploded. Wei Feifei raised her phone high and waved her hard. After listening to Xiao Ling's words, she wanted to use this method to attract Mi Zishan's attention and save the fat man.

The idea is understandable, but... looking at the doctor who fell to the ground, Xiao Ling shook his head: The doctor was stabbed and bleeding all over the floor. But Mi Zishan decisively left him. This shows...

"He can feel the heat, or... life energy? or... it is controlled by people and will not be so easily lured."

As expected, Yoneko-sun just turned his head and ignored Wei Feifei's dancing.

There is a little more energy, and it seems that it can be released...

But if you release it like this, the power is obviously not enough! Xiao Ling can still feel the strength of the aura. Moreover, what method should be used? Rules, limits... This is how the power comes, and the release should be similar, right?

Feeling the condensed aura, Xiao Ling was concentrating on thinking.

He didn't even pay attention, accompanied by the passionate tune of "It'smylife", "Eh? Eh? Eh..." The fat man shouted.

His bloody fat body was spinning around, and a drum beat fell. He suddenly retreated, avoiding Mi Zishan's blade. Another drum beat fell. He rushed forward and flew out, kicking Mi Zishan into a stagger.

In just a few seconds, Yoko-sun was kicked to the dead corner. Before he could get out, the fat man suddenly bowed and pushed the heavy desk, and "rumbling" hit the earth.

It's like being hit by a car!

Yoneko-sun was almost cut off in the waist and was sandwiched between the table and the wall.

But even so, he cannot lose his combat effectiveness. He still wields his scalpel and sways.

"Go to die! Go to die! In order for me not to be unlucky, you have to be unlucky!" He swung the LCD monitor on the table, and the fat man slammed it over. The fragments flew and twisted and deformed.

The monitor broke down, and he picked up the printer again, "Bang!Bang!Bang!" The printing paper was flying all over the room.

After being pinched down, Mi Zishan couldn't hide from her body. She was hit one after another and was bleeding from her head, and she was unrecognizable. She lay on the table for a while, silent and motionless.

He lay down, and the fat man instantly collapsed, sat on the ground and panted like a cow, and laughed out loud for a while.

When Xiao Ling finally figured it out, he slowly spoke: "From my analysis..." What he saw was a scene where the winner was decided.

"From your analysis!" The fat man gasped and raised his middle finger hard.

[Congratulations, you defeated the deceased's counterattack. You gained 100 experience points. You gained 20 Destiny Copper Coins. You gained props and nerve knife.]

[Nerve Knife, consumption-based items, can be used once. The attack power is 0~ infinite. In the world, there is nothing harder than it, and there is nothing softer than it. Everything depends on the probability. Note: It is impossible to bring out the time and space bubbles.]

The experience value and the Destiny Copper Coin are directly displayed on the attribute panel. The fat man was injured most because of the most effort, and got 300 experience value and 60 Destiny Copper Coin.

And the nerve knife, one for each person, became a card with a scalpel printed on it, and appeared in everyone's skill bar.

It didn't exist before, it seems to have just been activated.

Wei Feifei's face turned red, she found a gauze bandage and bandaged Peng Shuai's wound.

While breathing, Peng Shuai laughed, shrugged his shoulders, and the black rapper said, "Yuyou, Chek! I'll have a set of pancakes! Finally, I know how to play! It turns out to be listening to music!" He stuffed the phone handed over by nurse Xiao into his pocket, squinted Xiao Ling, and swung his fingers, "It's faster than you."

As a result, his skill is called [Infection]. The effect is that he can be influenced by art and improve his combat power and obvious sensory ability.

The art here is of course just listening to music. As for ability, it is obviously a melee fight. However, it seems that it may also be replaced by other modes, and infection is just a general term.

Xiao Ling looked at him: "You like to listen to music, don't you know?"

"Tsk, brother, I like so many things, how can I think about them one by one!" Peng Shuai's nostrils looked at Tiandao, and suddenly he burst into tears, and he stuck to the table to Mi Zishan's body. After a while, he took out a small notebook.

[Acquiring quest items, diary of blood soaking.]

[The diary of the blood-soaked, Yoneko-sun dropped items, seems to record some ulterior motives.]

He opened it casually, looked at it ten lines, and turned page by page. He cursed and handed it to Xiao Ling.

After watching with curious nurse Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling finally knew why a fat man who could pass through half a day would be so fast. The whole diary was soaked in blood and could not see anything.

No, there is content, on the last few pages—

"Su Feiqing said that Wang Ying died of heart disease and Yu Jingming was burned to death. This is God's warning to us that what we do... If we don't stop, we will die."

"But, have we done something wrong? We are not for ourselves, but for saving people! We are right! Yes! Yes!..." The last two words were repeated for several pages, and were sandwiched in the blood-stained diary, giving people a nervous chill.

Staring at the diary, Xiao Ling fell into deep thought.

The fat man stood up with his arms covering his arms: "You can see the mystery just by just a few words?"

"Yeah." Xiao Ling nodded, "I printed out Chu Tiantian's information and looked for it in the house with me."

"Ah?" Both of them were a little stunned when they looked at the room of printing paper, which was trampled and not stepped on, and were soaked in blood.

However... the fat man's eyes rolled: "Can you copy it? Isn't it over? The computer page during a power outage is that page, right?" He is a natural genius in terms of being lazy and easy-to-do.

Xiao Ling glared at him: "Then there must be a screen?" The LCD monitor was broken into parts, and the screen twisted like a car accident scene.

"Why do you need a screen? Do you need electricity or LCD inside when copying the bright light of the screen?" I have to say that fat people are sometimes really inspiring!

Just as Fatty said, there is no need for a screen, Xiao Ling projected the picture directly on the wall.

In fact, memory cannot be remembered so clearly, just like copying chili powder, it is impossible to perfectly reproduce every detail. If possible, just search for memory directly, why project it?

But the ability can help others do it.

I quickly found what I wanted -

Chu Tiantian donates both kidneys, and the knife doctor Mi Zishan; donates skin, and the knife doctor Yu Jingming; donates heart, and the knife doctor Wang Ying; donates bones, and the knife doctor Su Feiqing; donates liver, and the knife doctor Qi Qin; donates pancreas, and the knife doctor Zhong Muyang; donates cornea, and the knife doctor in the song.

"According to the diary, Yu Jingming from the Burn Department was burned to death, Wang Ying from the Cardiac Surgery Department died of heart disease... plus Mi Zishan, her kidneys were removed. Don't you think, isn't this a coincidence?" Xiao Ling said cautiously.

"No, no one can tell that this is not a coincidence." The fat man raised his middle finger, "I want to say that these doctors must be relying on professional convenience to resell human organs to make money. The little girl did not donate at all. They insisted that someone donated and sold the pieces they cut and sold..."

"No, maybe the little girl wouldn't have died. They found out that the little girl's blood type antigen and other things coincided with the customer who was willing to pay a lot of money. She hit the little girl to death."

"The little girl is a ghost and feels frustrated, so I will take revenge on them!" The fat man is very good at telling stories, and everyone is so angry that he says something.

Usually at this time, Xiao Ling would despise the fat man and make a fuss, and he would watch too many movies and TV.

But this time, it's not. It's not that the fat man said it's reasonable, but it's still full of loopholes. Organs are in the way of donating, and it's difficult for doctors to make profits; it's not something that any doctor can decide if the organs are donated...

However, that is reality. This is a game after all... no one can say how it will be set.

"There is only one way to figure it out..." Xiao Ling said.

Suddenly, a moan came from the ground, interrupting his words.

The three of them bowed their heads in fear and saw the doctor lying in a pool of blood turning over and waved to them with weak energy.

"You're not dead?"

"If you don't send me to the emergency room, you will die..." the doctor said weakly.
Chapter completed!