Trafford’s Trading Club

“I'm Mai Lada! A descendant of the great god of war, Ares! How dare you imprison me! Humans! Did you hear that? Let me out of here! Let me out of here! ”

Inside the guard room, Mai Lada grabbed the iron bars with her hands and slapped them madly - ignoring his madness at the moment... the officers were dragged to dinner by Uncle Pike, except for one on duty.

Police officers at the Town Police Department judged the suspect in this injury case to be an obsessive virtual game, fantasizing about himself as a psycho with superpowers or something.

So after listening to Uncle Pike, the current sheriff was very resolute in temporarily admitting Mai Lada to prison, then contacting his family as much as possible… and then having dinner with Uncle Pike.

Dinner is really long gone, see that nothing is happening anymore, after the officer on duty has arrived at the burger where the take-out was made, the meal is ready... deep in the dimly lit surveillance prison corridor, from time to time, beastly roar is heard.

“Let me out... stupid mortal! I am…”

“Don't make me eat! ”

Bang--!

The entrance to the corridor closed and the police officer on duty ate several floors of sandwich delivery... beauty.

It is impossible to release a person, it is not possible to release a person for the time being, because the news from the hospital, several teenagers sent to the hospital, seriously injured, have not yet woken up... this lunatic, is probably going to be sentenced!

As for Mai Lada, it is quite possible that he was so crazy because he really suddenly lost all his power and became a common man who couldn't even beat Uncle Pike in his little dress, that he couldn't get past his own cans, lost his mind and went crazy... how could it be!

“Today's sandwich is still great. ”

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Small-town hospitals, not just medical staff, but most of the patients, were wearing masks - because for a whole day, the hospital smelled like an extremely bad smell of incense… to the point where the corpses of mice had already begun to rot in the waterways.

Just a master who came to check the ventilation pipe system, after careful examination, but failed to find the source of this stench - in this headache situation, the hospital in the town could only bear this stench for the time being, it was operating normally... said that it was operating normally, but there were actually a lot of patients who came to see the minor pain, and finally chose to leave.

The corridor looked very cold, and the nurse, wearing a two-layer disinfection mask, pushed the medicated car and walked slowly - she was going to send medication to those hospitalized patients.

Obviously, working efficiency is greatly affected under this odorous environment, but when the nurse came to the ward, she unexpectedly saw that there were people who could tolerate this odor… and there were still a few.

And they are all elderly people - nurse girls often give them medication, so they are aware of the condition of these elderly people… they are all worse off and can now rely only on the stimulation of medication to temporarily rejuvenate the last energy of the body… If they have not waited for the surgery or new medical technology they need, the life expectancy of these elderly people is almost over.

“Are you sure you're not feeling any better? Do you want me to open the window for you?” The nurse walked up to an old lady's window and whispered: “The air here is too boring... you should breathe some more fresh air because of your illness. ”

“No, I'm not bored.” It's been three months since I've been lying in bed, and now the number of visits from my children has come from the original day to the old lady shaking her head just once a week, "I didn't feel the odor existed, like now it's good, which would make me feel a little more comfortable. ”

Easy?

The nurse shook her head herself and suddenly had this strange idea that the smell seemed really good for the patients whose lives were coming to an end… as if, in fact, it was the smell of death emanating from them.

Of course, this is just a subconscious idea, and when it doesn't happen... nurse girls are also spooked by this idea of their own - to be sworn in as medical staff - which is against their vows!

“I'll open the window for you. It's so boring here.” The nurse shook her head, "besides, you should take your pills. ”

Strangely, the old lady who didn't like pills was just quietly watching the nurse open the window and shut up.

The nurse suddenly felt a chill coming from behind her and couldn't help but tremble... she turned back sharply and saw nothing - only the old man lying down and covering his quilt.

When did she lie down —— she was supposed to sit down and talk to herself against the bed.

Somehow, the nurse suddenly panicked a little, and she quickly dropped the pills, hastily ordered two sentences, and then pushed the car away from the ward - although she understood that the practice was completely contrary to the professional conduct of a health care worker.

But it's really weird.

Throughout the day, the entire hospital seemed to be filled with this strange atmosphere - especially the lamps on the ceiling of the hospital corridor - which suddenly dimmed and made people more uncomfortable.

“This voltage is unstable... I've changed to an electrician!” The nurse thought to herself… Actually, the electrician had already made several inspections in response to this situation, but every time he could not find the right willingness, these lamps would soon return to what is now unstable again.

The strange atmosphere seemed to get more intense, and the nurse girl walked carefully in the hallway, pushing the rack car alone.

She doesn't know what she's afraid of… this fear even makes her goose bumps, making it difficult for her to stay calm for a moment.

Flashing... The hospital corridor suddenly darkened completely.

The nurse's voice had been fully lifted, and after the light had dimmed in the blink of an instant, it was bright again, and then it darkened very quickly - and at this moment, a human face appeared in front of her in the blink of light.

Ah--!

She was suddenly shocked so hard that her heart felt like it was about to jump out and her hands and feet were cold.

“I'm sorry I scared you. ”

The lights in the hallway suddenly returned to normal and no longer glistened… The nurse girl saw a man with long hair strapped to her hair at will.

In her thirties, she had white gloves on her hands and a shoulder bag on her back… she looked like a fallen scholar: Teacher Pudding.

“No... I just... forget it.” The nurse shook her head and frowned. “Is there anything I can do to help you? ”

“No.” Teacher Pudding shook her head with a smile: “I was just going to visit a friend... didn't expect to scare you. ”

“It's past time to visit!” The nurse frowned: "Sir, you should leave, otherwise it may disturb the rest of the patient's time. ”

“All right then.” Teacher Pudding nodded and left directly in front of the nurse.

The nurse glanced suspiciously and muttered: “The doorman is getting more and more relaxed... this point actually puts people in. Huh?”

When she finished mumbling, she suddenly remembered that the man with the gloves did not seem to care about the smell of the hospital at this time, but did not change color.

……

After Teacher Pudding disappeared from the nurse's sight, he didn't leave the hospital immediately, he just searched for another way… another way to get to the observation room where Mrs. Smith was currently located.

When he arrived in front of the observation room door, he looked through the glass window and saw that Mr. Smith seemed exhausted at the time, curling himself at the corner of the wall and changing a dress indiscriminately.

Teacher Pudding glanced and then quietly pushed open the observation room door and walked into front of Mrs. Debra, who was unconscious.

He lifted a few corners of the quilt and then pulled Mrs. Debra's arm out of the nest... Teacher Pudding carefully measured Mrs. Debra's back, as if she was thinking about something.

Mrs. Debra slept too heavily at this time, and if it weren't for the device that was beating at all times, there were data showing that a lot of people would have thought that Mrs. Debra was dead at this moment for a while - she was pulled out of her arm and there were necrophages on the dead!

Yes, Mrs Debra's arm at this time, not only appeared dead spots, but even the skin on her arm had left, as if it had been gently torn out, so that she could tear out a large chunk... even in the torn skin, she could see a small, beige, striped bug!

“Almost gone...” Teacher Pudding looked down and sighed slowly - he reached out and took a box out of his shoulder bag.

The box is just a regular fresh box, but it's filled with fresh moss soil —— something he dug in the woods in the outskirts of town in the early morning -- and he ran into a freshman at the seminary on the bus this morning, not because he was going to work out early, but because he was in the suburban woods a dozen kilometres away, getting these black soil in the fresh box on hand.

Teacher Pudding grabbed a piece of black dirt in the box at this time and then gently sprinkled it on Mrs. Debra at this moment!

No one knows what he wants to do, or what he's doing, just incredible things —— all of a sudden, with moss in the black, Mrs. Debra has begun to rot her arms and restore them!

Not long after that, Mrs. Debra, who was unconscious in her bed, became very spiritual because of the dark mud on her body.

Then Teacher Pudding slowly retreated... then retreated out of this observation room, came to Mr. Smith, and then sprinkled black moss soil onto Mr. Smith first.

It turns out that Mr. Smith's neck is corrupted by something similar to Mrs. Debra's arm.

After Mr. Smith's neck had recovered, Teacher Pudding looked at the little black soil left in the box and shook his head gently.

“Go get some more tomorrow...” Teacher Pudding muttered.

……

Mr. Smith suddenly woke up, rubbing his face, and then quickly climbed up - he wanted to keep an eye on the observation room, so that the first time something happened, he informed the doctor that he had arrived, but he didn't expect to fall asleep.

Looks like I'm so tired that I'm hallucinating...

Mr. Smith felt like he heard that voice six months ago, but when he woke up, nothing happened.

He had to think of it as something he was too tired to think about, and he took a quick look at his wife in the observation room... to see that all the instruments were normal and that she looked healthier.

Mr. Smith's subconscious smile... that's kind of good news - but Joe, his oldest son, still hasn't found it.

This makes Mr. Smith feel as if he were in a shadow, always feeling the anxiety and awkwardness in his heart.

In the second half of the night, the odor in the hospital gradually dissipated, and the medical staff and most patients were finally able to remove the mask… The work in the second half of the night, though tiring, unexpectedly became sober.

Only those old men, in the latter part of the night, did not know why, suddenly cried.

They say they don't seem to survive. They don't want to die.

But who won't die?

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After Teacher Pudding left the hospital, she walked alone in the street… so late at night, it seemed to fit his footsteps perfectly.

He always gave a feeling that seemed to belong to the night… then the noise broke the tranquillity. Teacher Pudding stopped in front of a bar door that was still open, looked at the colorful bar door and listened to the music coming from it... and stood there.

“Aren't you going in, Miss Pudding? ”

Teacher Pudding turned around and saw Rochu, the occasional new student at the seminary on the bus in the morning.

“It's you.” Teacher Pudding smiled and watched as Rochu slowly walked in... walked into his own side.

He shook his head and smiled and said, "I'm not the perfect place for a lot of noise and people. ”

Boss Lo thought, “Do you like lively and crowded places? ”

Teacher Pudding shook her head and then said softly: "Actually, you just have to look at it from afar... so it's actually good. ”

Boss Luo said, “Teacher, would you like to come in for a drink? ”