Chapter 685: A World Full of Indifference and Cruelty

After coming out of the toilet, Ji Xiang discovered something was wrong.

"Himself" did not brush his teeth or wash his face; he just subconsciously and haphazardly wiped the stains off his face with his clothes before going to the shift handover.

None of the colleagues seemed to notice "himself's" encounter; they didn't even smell the stench of urine, and the shift handover continued.

Lao Zhuren still wore that bossy, arrogant expression; looking at Lao Zhuren and thinking of the black mist that could appear on him at any moment, Ji Xiang also gradually became numb.

Another uneventful day passed.

Everyone was like a walking corpse, and Ji Xiang even felt that he had already been assimilated.

Early the next morning, "himself" arrived at the department.

The time was still early, and the sunlight hadn't spilled in yet, but "himself" just walked in like that, brazenly, not caring about anything, and went straight to open the shift handover log.

Taking out his phone, Ji Xiang seemed to see the White-Clothed Woman behind him on the black screen of the phone.

"Himself" did not take a photo immediately, but turned around and greeted the White-Clothed Woman.

Even!

Ji Xiang saw a polite smile on "himself's" face.

There was no fear or terror in his heart, only a flat indifference.

"..." Ji Xiang could not understand "himself's" psychological state.

There was indeed a problem, but Ji Xiang was a normal person; he did not know what "himself" was going to do, or why he was smiling kindly at the White-Clothed Woman.

I~ am~ so~ hungry~

The voice of the White-Clothed Woman came to his ears again.

Ji Xiang felt a slight chill at the back of his neck, as if the White-Clothed Woman had blown a breath behind "himself's" ear.

"I know." "Himself" turned his head and said softly.

I~ am~ so~ hungry~

The White-Clothed Woman did not know if she had understood his reply; she was still shrieking behind him.

"Got it." "Himself" said again, took a photo of the shift handover log, then found the photo album and sent a photo from a long time ago to the group chat.

Ji Xiang's hair stood on end.

Everything was very natural, but Ji Xiang's body felt cold, cold to the marrow.

Return, wash up, eat, preview.

Arrive at the department, change clothes, and hand over the shift.

When the shift handover began, the other doctors turned pale instantly after hearing the content of the handover.

"You..." the butcher-like doctor pointed at "himself".

"Shut up!" Lao Zhuren scolded, "You have no manners at all, what the hell!"

The butcher-like doctor dared not defy Lao Zhuren's wishes; his face turned as white as a sheet of paper, and he looked at "himself" trembling, his eyes filled with endless hatred.

The hatred was so intense that it condensed into substance, piercing through "himself's" body like a sharp arrow.

But!

"Himself" did not care.

As everyone began to write their answers on the white paper, black mist began to emerge from Lao Zhuren's body.

Phew... Ji Xiang let out a long breath; his inner feelings were extremely complex, so much so that even Ji Xiang himself could not explain them clearly.

The cause and effect were vivid in his mind, but Ji Xiang just could not articulate the complex emotions deep within his heart.

In the black mist, the White-Clothed Woman appeared behind Lao Zhuren; her red embroidered shoes were so glaring.

8:15, the first doctor took the paper filled with writing and handed it to Lao Zhuren.

"What the hell did you write!" Lao Zhuren cursed as soon as he opened his mouth.

Ji Xiang vaguely heard the White-Clothed Woman let out a sinister cackle.

Immediately, the White-Clothed Woman raised her hand, and it plunged directly into her own neck like a dagger.

Five bloody holes instantly appeared on that doctor's neck; the carotid artery was punctured, and fresh blood gushed out.

Ji Xiang watched this scene in a trance, just like when talking about a patient vomiting blood in daily life—a mouthful of blood sprays to the ceiling, and the person is gone.

Just like this description, several jets of blood sprayed out, and the doctor collapsed limply to the ground, limbs twitching, then went quiet.

He was dead, without a ripple.

Even the doctor behind him, who had been sprayed with blood on his face, did not notice; with blood on his face, he blankly stepped over the body of his fallen colleague and came before Lao Zhuren.

One person, another person, and another.

They walked to Lao Zhuren one by one and handed the messily written papers to Lao Zhuren.

And the White-Clothed Woman standing behind Lao Zhuren seemed very satisfied with this, changing countless ways to turn them into corpses.

Ji Xiang watched until he was numb; in his mind, there wasn't even the face of Zhao Zhe, just a blank space.

The butcher-like doctor trembled all over, holding a blank piece of paper as he came before Lao Zhuren.

"You didn't write a single word, you bastard?" Lao Zhuren scolded sharply.

"Master, I... I..."

"You useless thing, you still have the face to call me Master! Get the hell out, I am not your master; go find whichever mistress you want to teach you."

Lao Zhuren's face was ferocious, and his words were more vicious than the last.

It seemed that Lao Zhuren valued the butcher-like doctor highly, as he scolded him for a long time, and the scolding was very venomous.

The butcher-like doctor lowered his head, and sweat could already be seen at his temples.

"Himself" stood to the side, watching coldly.

Lao Zhuren scolded for a full five minutes, finally closing his mouth with a cold, frost-covered face.

The moment he closed his mouth, the White-Clothed Woman's hand landed on her chest.

The Tufu-like Doctor had the clothes on his chest slashed open, and then Ji Xiang saw a trace of blood on his skin; the bloodstain grew larger and more distinct.

A bead of dark red blood appeared, and immediately his chest was sliced open, his heart "squeezed" out from between his ribs by an invisible giant hand.

The heart deformed, then recovered, just "floating" there in front of him.

The Tufu-like Doctor's face was full of terror; he seemed to want to say something, but he could not make a sound.

He seemed to want to flee, but he had no strength.

The ferocity he had when facing "himself" earlier had long since vanished; now he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered... no, like a lamb that had already been skinned and had only one breath left.

Bang~

A mist of blood dispersed.

Lao Zhuren's face in the blood mist was devoid of any expression, his face covered in fine beads of blood; he seemed not to notice, cold to the bone.

This face of his made Ji Xiang feel it was exceptionally ferocious.

The Tufu-like Doctor collapsed, falling into the blood mist sprayed out by his own crushed heart.

"Himself" walked up slowly, facing the blood mist to hand the paper to Lao Zhuren.

There was writing on the white paper, and blood from the blood mist kept falling onto it; soon, that piece of paper turned completely bright red.

But Lao Zhuren acted as if he didn't see the fresh blood, glanced at the paper, and then nodded.

However, he was full of disdain for "himself," even though the answer "himself" gave was correct.

With a look of contempt, Lao Zhuren turned around and strode out.

"Himself" smiled slightly, picked up the paper cutter beside him, and swung it down toward Lao Zhuren's neck.

Lao Zhuren also collapsed; his eyes were full of panic and unease, full of disbelief, and full of inexplicable astonishment.

"Himself" stood in the pool of blood, gazing at the White-Clothed Woman's white eyes.

(End of this chapter)