After time-traveling, I became a minion of the evil god?

The plague doctor wearing a bird's beak mask walked slowly to the nurse's station. The nurse on duty was completely confused when he saw the masked man who came suddenly.

'Going to the hospital at night to play cosplay, there must be something wrong. '

But on the surface, she wouldn't speak her mind, she got up and showed a formulaic smile: ".~Hello, what's the matter?"

The plague doctor walked to the front of the stage and stared at the nurse. The other party felt that something was wrong (Mano's). When he wanted to press the alarm, he suddenly disappeared and appeared behind the nurse.

The black palm pierced into the opponent's body, and the nurse immediately turned her eyes white and trembled all over.

When the palm was pulled out, she fell to the ground and passed out.

In the hands of the plague doctor, he held a translucent sphere and put it in his mouth, as if he was swallowing it, but it was covered by his palm, so he couldn't see clearly.

Then, it sits in front of the computer and skillfully uses the computer to query the information of doctors and patients.

After browsing all the information, the plague doctor turned off the computer and got up to the direction of the monitoring room.

From the memory of the nurse, it knows about surveillance. If the surveillance video is left behind, it will be in trouble.

Chapter 290 Four Days of the Dependents

The doctor is on duty indoors.

Several doctors who were on duty, all passed out at this time.

The plague doctor stood quietly in the room, devouring the memory in his hand.

It now has the memories of the doctors, but that's not enough.

patient.

It needs patients to try it, and there are many patients in the hospital.

Soon, it locked on a brain tumor patient who was too old to be operated on.

When the eighty-year-old old man was asleep, the door of the ward opened and closed quietly.

The plague doctor walked to the bed, stared at the patient silently, and stretched out his hand.

Suddenly, the person on the hospital bed seemed to wake up, but his consciousness was not clear.

. . . . .

"what!!"

The next morning, a panicked cry to God came from the ward, and soon the nurse on duty arrived.

The nurse was also shocked when she saw the patient who was thin but in good spirits and sat up.

If I remember correctly, this patient should be almost completely paralyzed. Why can 493 sit up by himself?

After examination, the doctor was shocked to find that the patient's brain tumor had disappeared strangely.

When the patient was asked what happened last night, the patient was also unclear.

"I seem to have a dream. I dreamed that there was a person in black standing by the bed..." Although I was unconscious at the time, I still had a little memory.

Other than that, I can't think of anything else.

The doctors who rushed over after hearing the news also looked at each other in blank dismay. The man in black in the dream?Is this telling a fairy tale?

After checking the monitoring, they found that there was a fault in the monitoring.

Among them, the monitoring for a period of time disappeared, obviously deleted by humans.

But the security guard in the monitoring room said that he accidentally fell asleep yesterday, so he didn't find anything unusual.

In this mysterious incident, the clues were interrupted at once.

Also, they didn't find any postoperative wounds on the patient's head, and (beeg) didn't see any postoperative sequelae in the patient, which is simply amazing.

Just when they were shocked by this, in the morgue underground of the hospital, the plague doctor was conducting a comprehensive and detailed understanding of the corpse.

Every muscle, every bar of blood, every nerve is imprinted into its consciousness like a print.

The small and sharp scalpel is like a dancing butterfly in its hands, elegant and dexterous, it decomposes the corpse.

After thoroughly understanding the structure of the human body, the plague doctor restored the corpse and repaired it from the cellular level, which was no different from the original one.

It needs more patients to test the information it gets.

This patient is not limited to humans.

After leaving the hospital, the plague doctor turned into a crow and shuttled through the streets and alleys of the city.

Each crow will learn different information individually.

It is responsible for doing what the creator intended, healing that human being.

"Meow!!!"

Suddenly a shrill cry caught the crow's attention, and it flapped its wings and flew in the direction of the sound.

When it came near the source of the sound, it saw a human being, holding a stick and breaking the limbs of a four-legged creature... called a cat.

After the human left, the crow flew down, turned into a human form when it was about to land, and walked to the dying cat and squatted down.

'Bones shattered, muscles torn, nerves damaged. '

After judging the injury, it stretched out a hand, and a large number of small black tentacles drilled out of the black glove, directly piercing into the cat's limbs.

After a burst of wailing, the cat's limbs, which were almost impossible to repair with modern medical techniques, miraculously recovered.

After resuming its action, it fled in panic the first time.

The plague doctor silently watched it disappear, and then turned into a crow, chasing after the humans who had just left.

At the same time a message is sent out and answered quickly.

With permission, the plague doctor came behind the human who had hurt the cat just now, took out a bent needle from the waist bag, threw himself on the opponent's back, pressed the man's chin with his left hand and pushed it up.

Then, in just three seconds, before the opponent resisted, he sewed his mouth shut.

"Woooooo!!!"

The severe pain made this bearded man want to scream, but his mouth was sewn shut, and if he tried to open his mouth, his flesh would be torn apart.

He fell to the ground, staring in horror at the strange man in the white bone beak mask in front of him.

"Woooo!!"

He wanted to beg for mercy, but he could only whimper, and under the control of fear, he backed away with hands and feet.

But there is no way to escape, and the location is in a remote alley, and no one usually walks there.

"Woo!!!"

More than ten minutes later, the plague doctor threw an unrecognizable lump of flesh and blood into the sewer and covered the manhole.

In this way, there will be no trouble.

After it turned into a crow and left, the alley returned to its usual tranquility, with only blood stains on the ground proving that something had happened here.

. . . . . .

"Torturing other creatures to make yourself happy is really twisted thinking."

However, from this point alone, it fits the meaning of evil.

Therefore, Mo Yu let the plague doctor deal with it at will. He can do whatever he wants, as long as he cleans it up at the end.

There might be some among those Old Ones who appreciate this twist in personality.

However, being appreciated by this kind of existence will definitely not end well in the end.

Chapter 290 Partition

Mo Yu will not care about how the plague doctor will understand the world.

Just don't make trouble.

And, in a day or two, the system will be ready.

Of course, whether to leave immediately depends on his wishes.

Because of this simulation, it is up to him to decide whether to proceed or not.

"Although you were born, I don't know anything about your abilities." Mo Yu lay on the table, looking at the crow standing by the window, gently stroking its shiny black feathers with his left hand.

"Gah!"

The crow opened its sharp beak and made an ugly cry.

"You don't know, it's really the same as me." At first, Mo Yu didn't know any changes in himself, and he only found out after testing.

And the dependents created by myself also don't understand.

But since he has the blood of Cthulhu and his own blood, he should get some similar abilities - that's right.

Meili, who was sitting in front, turned around and said to him, "You've been talking to this crow since the morning, when did you pass the Niaoyu test?"

"This is my family member. What bird language is the test? Do you understand telepathic communication?"

Ayumi Aikawa, who was lying on the table to load the corpse, raised his head: "Isn't he a weirdo wearing a mask?"

He saw it very clearly yesterday, it was clearly a strange man wearing a bird's beak mask.

Wearing all black, even the neck is wrapped in black cloth, giving people a strange sense of mystery.

"Isn't it okay to turn into a crow?" Mo Yu guessed that the ability to turn into a crow should be transformed from the evil spirit's clone ability.

Moreover, any crow can become the main body.

That is to say, it can transfer between crows at will, but it cannot move in space.

I really don't understand what principle this belongs to. Anyway, each crow is both a clone and a body.

Since the ability can be transformed from the evil spirit's body, it is very likely that the ability can also be obtained from the blood. I will know later, so don't worry.

"It's so unscientific that such a big person has become so small."

"Scientific wool, you are not scientific, okay?"

They're all zombies, and they're talking science to me.

Suddenly, the crow turned its head, spread its wings and flew away.

"Al? Another prey has been attracted?" Wraith is like food to the plague doctor, although it shows that it does not need to eat.

But it's like a person who wants to eat snacks even though he's not hungry.

Of course, it is only interested in resentment, not in the soul, and it is not clear what will be used after eating it.

Maybe get stronger?

However, the current Mo Yu no longer needs resentful spirits.

My own work has been completed, so it doesn't matter what the materials are.

He looked at the clear sky outside the window, and speaking of it, the weather has not been very good recently.

But it didn't rain, and it was so gloomy that people felt uncomfortable. Such a sunny day became a rare weather.

Not long after, the crow flew back.

"If you encounter it in the city, let's clean it up by the way."

"Gah!"

The consciousness of all crows is one, so speaking to one is equal to speaking to all.

Anyway, those gathering places are no longer needed, so let the family members use them to play.

. . . . .

In a certain abandoned tunnel, black wriggling tentacles pierced into the bodies of wraiths, extracting everything except pure souls.

At the entrance of the tunnel, a pair of eyes are watching what happened inside.

'Where did this monster come from? '