Zhang Qianqian's dull eyes flashed with a hint of coldness and viciousness. Then a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she stuck out her tongue and licked her blood-stained fingertips, and a cold expression appeared on her face.

"Jiang Beichen?"

"Haha, hahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

The unrestrained laughter kept echoing in the corridor.

… “What’s the situation?”

At this time, in the hospital's surveillance room, the security personnel suddenly woke up and looked up at the surveillance screen.

At this moment, all the screens turned into snowflakes.

He quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted to each floor.

"There are ideas on all floors that the monitor has been damaged. Go and see what's going on!"

After receiving his message, the security personnel on all floors took action.

The person in charge of Zhang Tianlai's ward floor was a young man in his twenties.

With his sleepy eyes, he walked towards the ward with a baton.

But as soon as I arrived around the corner, I smelled a strong and pungent smell of blood.

He quickly took two steps, walked over from the corner completely, and saw a scene in front of the ward.

He was stunned.

The ground was covered with blood! It flooded into a stream on the ground, spreading to his feet.
Chapter completed!