If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 68 Marita

Chicago, North and South Memorial Hospital.

Today's hospital is still crowded with people. In the afternoon, the traffic flow is so large that the registration queue is lined up at the glass door. The camera in the corner silently monitors the lobby, sweeping over the nurses and doctors who are pushing the stretcher cart and shouting hurriedly.

The Chicago news headlines hung on the LCD screen on the lobby wall were highlights of last night's much-anticipated 'Chicago Bulls' vs. 'Los Angeles Lakers'. Chicago basketball fans can't stop raving.

Apparently, while sportscasters gleefully talk about how their city's teams are doing well, no one has noticed a horrific serial killing on the job at this Chicago public hospital.

Last night, the Chicago Police Department evacuated the North-South Memorial Hospital overnight. All the news media were collectively silent, and even the main entrance of the hospital could not be stepped further. Under the obstruction of a mysterious force, today's Chicago Morning Post did not have a single murder case. When it was mentioned, the usual news fighters became dumb, and no 'brave' stood up to criticize the fact that the Chicago Police Department was weak and incompetent.

But this is so. In the inpatient department of the North-South Memorial Hospital, the murder case last night was still known to many hospitalized patients. Under the suppression of the official media, the bizarre and terrifying murder case changed between people. It was extraordinarily frightening and terrifying, and even the rumors that the murderer did not leave the hospital became more and more intense, and the most widely discussed among them was the 'girl targeted by the devil'.
Inpatient department, twelfth floor.

A wheelchair was slowly pushed through the corridor. Although the slight friction of the wheels on the floor was not great, it attracted the attention of countless patients in the aisles on both sides and in the ward.

talk.

Whisper.

pity.

fear.

disgust.

Many complex and unprovoked emotions converged on the person in the wheelchair. She didn't say anything, just buried her head very low. The nurse behind her wanted to comfort the girl in the wheelchair, but she thought of the horror that happened to the girl last night. What happened, she couldn't say anything.

Too much, too much for girls.

Death, murderer, blood, corpse.

In that nightmare, no matter if anyone is on the verge of collapse, the girl is no exception, she is just an ordinary person, and she is also afraid, so she keeps shaking, and the hands hidden in the cuffs are squeezed into a ball as if trying to clench Do something to reassure yourself.

The nurse was helpless, she could only push the wheelchair all the way to the girl's ward at the end of the corridor with a reluctant smile, as if hiding the girl would give her real peace of mind.

Ward 1201, the nurse pushed a wheelchair and parked in front of the ward. She reached out to unscrew the door handle, but opened the door inadvertently, which surprised her, because before that, Ward 1201 only had wheelchairs The girl lives alone.

The girl in the wheelchair subconsciously raised her hand and grasped the wrist of the nurse pushing the wheelchair. Her eyes were wide open and her eyes were full of fear. The nurse was also a little flustered. With some courage, he reached out and pushed open the door of the ward.

The wind tumbling along the shores of Lake Michigan blew into the ward, brushing the girl in the wheelchair's forehead.

The girl opened her eyes slightly, and the fingers holding the nurse's wrist unconsciously loosened, and the shadow of the boy beside the bed was reflected in those hazel pupils.

It was a sunny afternoon.

The waves of the sparkling Lake Michigan in the distance rose again and again. The boy was wearing a light-colored hospital gown, leaning on the chair beside the bed, resting his head on the half-opened glass window, closing his eyes for a nap, his side face just in front of him. Facing the bright blue sky outside the window, the sprouting wisps of willow eyebrows in early spring made him look a little slender and feminine. His black eyelashes were tanned to white, and his naturally fluttering black hair seemed to be hidden. The winter wind, blowing from that end to this end, smoothed the disturbed heartstrings of everyone in the ward.

In front of the ward door, the nurse noticed that the wheelchair in her hand was moving. She lowered her head in surprise to find that the girl was pushing the wheelchair to the boy by the window on her own, and stopped at a distance of two or three meters. She looked at it quietly and curiously. this boy.

For some reason, after seeing the boy, she felt very at ease for no apparent reason. The nightmare that plagued her was as clean as the blue sky above the boy's head, where the blue scum was invisible. Only the sky, the lake and the people were left, no, It's the sky and the man and the lake, the blue sky is on top, and the boy is in the middle, and far behind him is Lake Michigan, so he's sandwiched between the two, as if doing all the beauty in sight.

Suddenly, the boy's eyelashes trembled as if he was about to wake up.

He slowly opened his eyes, and those dark pupils stared at the girl in the wheelchair who was looking at him.

The girl has blond hair, but compared to the beautiful blond that boys are familiar with, the girl's hair color is still a little immature, not pure enough, not dazzling enough, it seems that the sunlight outside the window can be used to render the girl's long hair into The Virgin Gold seems to be a beautiful color to people's hearts.

So the boy turned his body and let the blocked sunlight shine on the girl's face. At that moment, the ward seemed to be a little brighter for no reason, and the boy couldn't help but open his eyes slightly.

It's interesting to say that the two people who met for the first time in the ward have such the same reaction now. They are looking at each other's faces carefully. But it was the same that those things that emerged from the minds of the two men were all beautiful objects representing cleanliness, like new literature, like white doves, like white sails lined up on Lake Michigan, like the Virgin Mary.

Neither of the two spoke, and both were waiting for the other to speak.

The ward was silent for a while, and the sound of the waves crashing on the distant lake could be heard until the boy came back to his senses and spoke first.

"Hello. My name is Lin Nian, who are you?"

"Helena." The girl said quickly, "My name is Helena."

At the moment when she said it, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, as if the suffocated person finally surfaced, and saw that the first redemption was the bright sunlight falling from behind the boy.

*
"The first meeting between 'S' class and 'Marita', who bet the 'S' class will be dumbfounded?"

In the temporary combat conference room of the executive department, someone whistled, and all the commissioners watching the real-time monitoring in the ward on the screen couldn't help but tut.

This beautiful picture is like a new artwork. This is the first time for most people to see 'Marita', the girl targeted by the devil. When they see her face, they probably understand why the Tactics Department is so determined to have a bloody face. The killer will also strike.

It's like the Mona Lisa hidden in the Louvre, as long as she hangs there for a day, the thieves who fantasize about stealing her smile will never lose their minds.

"'Marita' was stunned first. It looked like a tie. It seems that today's lunch money doesn't need to be lost." The commissioners in front of the screen shrugged and stuffed the money stacked on the table back into their bags.

"After all, our 'S' class is not bad, and it was carefully handled by our makeup artist before the show." Many people said and smiled and looked back at the corner of the conference room, hugging hands against the wall and nodding slightly at the screen. Commissioner Gloria.

If you want to pretend to be a patient, you always need makeup skills to make some sickness. In this operation, only Commissioner Gloria knows makeup skills, but it seems that everyone underestimates Gloria's achievements in the makeup class only for female commissioners. After a little touch up, their 'S' grade actually bloomed in a beautiful color that was not inferior to that of 'Marita'.

The senior commissioners of this good deed even opened a betting table, and the content of the bet was that when the 'S' class met 'Marita' for the first time, who would be dumbfounded by the opponent's "beauty".

Judging from the situation on the screen now, everyone is evenly divided, and the 'S' class has defended the dignity of the excellent genes of the mixed race.

"To be honest, has no one ever investigated whether she is a mixed race?" the commissioner who was monitoring the situation in the ward couldn't help but said, staring at the girl on the screen and facing the beautiful face with clear lines.

"It's not a mixed race. The origin of 'Marita' has been figured out by the executive department. Her father is a big Hollywood director, her mother is a Victoria's Secret model, and she was born beautiful and even worked as a child star for several years. It was very popular a few years ago, but later because of She quit the show business after her studies, her background is very clean, and she is beautiful, but she is born with good genes, even ordinary people will always give birth to one or two such 'monsters'." The door of the battle meeting room was pushed open, Ryder walked in with a stack of documents, threw the documents on the table and looked at the screen: "Is there any situation on the twelfth floor and other floors?"

"No, everything is normal." The commissioner who monitored the floor monitoring replied.

"It looks like 'Beta' has made contact with 'Marita'." Ryder sat on the swivel chair and looked up at the screen: "The next step is to wait patiently for the fish to be hooked."

"Captain, by the way, I have a question." Someone suddenly raised his hand.

"Say."

"We made the 'S' class look so good-looking and the blood-faced killer wouldn't turn to our 'S' class on a whim, right?"

Many people in the war room were stunned for a moment, and Ryder also stayed for a few seconds. He turned his head to look at Gloria, and then looked at Lin Nian on the screen. After being silent for a few seconds, he touched his chin: "Should. No. Will you?"

The tone was full of uncertainty.

(End of this chapter)