There was only fire in my eyes.

The fire burned back to the day when Gumou was killed.

That is the starting point of everything.

I could not save the ancients, and after that, I did not save any of the people who had left the green leaves.Now, I can't save fat people, I can't save skinny people, I can't save my family...

The fire slowly extinguished.

My heart seemed to be cold.

I saw Chen’s face.

His face hung in the window, only a head, hanging there by the fish line.

The muscles in his neck break were squirming, and the body of the cow grew, but the four legs were leggings.These strange bodies began to emit meat aromas, and the molting skin generally lost its hair, and the skin seemed to be roasted in an invisible flame to charred yellow.

Around me, something moves.

Chen Yihan's body began to change, and the tentacles of the fish tail and octopus grew in the body.

The moving body was quickly quiet, roasted by invisible flames, and gave out a meaty aroma.

I wanted to reach out, but I saw a flock of crows coming out of the window.

The black crows rushed in, their wings flapping, rattling.

When I returned, the crows came out again.

In the room, only the fish line remains on the window.

The breath of death disappears.

I lay in bed, confused, and saw the doctors and nurses around me.

I saw Chen Yihan standing not far away.

Consciousness is interrupted.

When I woke up again, it was as if I had all gone.

I saw the light coming in outside the ward, and saw the moonlight outside the window.

I didn’t see Chen Yihan, but looking at the window, I found the silver fish line hanging on it.

I slowly sat up.

The wrist moved gently, and the handcuffs disappeared.

My head was twitching, as if there was a nerve in my brain that was being pulled hard.

I took a breath and slowly calmed down.The pain gradually subsided.

I got out of bed and walked to the door of the ward.

Outside the room was quiet, with no sound.

I glanced sideways and saw a man in a police uniform falling on the wall.

He had blood on his body, a large hole in his chest, and he could not see his heart.

I walked past him, following the fluorescent green signs, and walked to the exit.

I went through several wards, mostly without patients.I saw some bodies, and some patients who were trembling in bed.

The office door behind the nurse's desk was closed, and the glass on the door stained with blood from the stars.The blood is on the outside, not on the inside of the glass.

I went up the stairs and heard a little movement.

Someone just came up.

I took a picture with him and saw the fire axe in his hand and the scalpel he was holding.He was still wearing a sick suit.

When he saw me, he smiled and raised his axe.

He was full of blood, but from his action, he should not have practiced, but not long ago, he killed many people.

I raised my hand and stood in front of me.

His hand touched his chest.

The axe in his hand had not yet been split, and the whole man disappeared.

When a sound is loud.

The fire fell on the ground.There was also a sick suit on the ground, like a clump of bloody flesh, sitting on the stairs.

I crossed the trousers, crossed the fire axe, held the stair railing, covered my head, and walked slowly down.

The pain forced me to stop and squat for a moment on the platform of the cubicle.

I heard footsteps again.

A head appeared behind the door of the stairwell downstairs.He did not hide the mop held in his hand, but held it as a shield and held it to his chest.Compared to the four eyes, he was scared to immediately shrink his head.But not long after, he poked his head out again, timidly aimed at me, and hesitated.

“Are you going to kill me?”I exhaled and asked.

He was scared to shrink back again, and after a while, he showed his head again and said, “I don’t want to either...I don’t want to...I don’t want to... but I can only live one.”I don't want to die yet. . . . . . . . . . .

He cried, not tears, but not acting.

“What do you mean?”I asked.

“He said he could only live one.There's only one in the hospital."The young man, like a child, explained in a panic.

“Who?”I already have a feeling in my heart.

“The President.”The young man answered, glanced at my face, and hurriedly said, "It's a ghost!"It's a ghost!He said he was the leader.Here... is the studio of the survival show...”

I rubbed my head and remembered the term “survival show.”

The ghost king of the future world is coming, and he wants to open the market directly here.

“When did it start?”I asked again.

The young man nodded, and some did not know how to answer, "five more, probably ... five o'clock, someone came in to kill, I ran away."That host, I saw the TV... I didn’t have a TV in the ward, I ran out, there was already... there was blood in the hallway...” He trembled, “I thought... I thought it was fake.”“The news on the internet...”

“What news on the internet?”

“There are ghosts.A lot of ghosts... they seem to be fighting.There was a ghost who was killed.That food!It's a restaurant, a snack bar!What we eat, there is a problem, from the snack things have a problem!Somebody turned into a cow, a steak... and there were other... disobedient people, they all became that kind of...Someone posted videos on the Internet, and the ghost was killed by other ghosts.They fight again, and then they negotiate . . . as if they were doing their own thing.Here's one..."

The young man tried to explain and kept watching my face.

“Have you ever seen a black hole in the sky?”I asked.

The young man shook his head.

There is no huge alien space entrance... these ghost kings should have run out of that normal entrance and exit.

As a result, I couldn’t find the entrance.

I pulled the armrest and stood up to God.

The young man was so frightened that his body was stiff and stood at the door, afraid to move.

I ignored him and went down.

I could feel him falling into my sight and hear footsteps behind me.

I looked up and immediately stopped, standing awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

I continued down again, to the first floor, walked through the corridor without lights, and came to the hall of the hospital's inpatient department.

Outside the glass door, it is a courtyard in the night, the street lamp is dim, and there is almost no lighting effect.

I walked straight to the door.

The man behind him shouted, but stopped.

When you open the door, you feel the cold wind.

All the lights in the hospital building suddenly lit up, and it seemed that a searchlight had fallen on the door.

There was a shadow in the aperture.

The shadow went from big to small, with a whistling sound, and fell straight down.

I raised my hand and blocked the pieces that were sputtering when the thing landed.

The mutilated TV screen turned on, and the snowy screen flashed for a few seconds, and a moderator dressed up appeared.

“Welcome to Life – The Show!”The man shouted loudly, then threw his hand at me, and his finger pointed at me, "Only one survivor can leave alive."The others stepped out of the hospital...”

I looked at the exaggerated ghost king and said calmly, "Infiltration and integration seem to be two-way."

The moment I heard it, I felt the sight of me falling on myself.

The ghost king seemed to be pinched his throat, and the gorgeous stage makeup was gone, and the whole person was surrounded by flames and howled directly.

I looked at the black straight line that shot at me, held out my hand with the pain of a headache.