My girlfriend died in the past

Chapter 115: Solo Kill of Xu Guoping

The hospital was shrouded in night and was breathtakingly quiet.

The long corridor on the eighth floor of the inpatient department is like an endless tunnel, and the white walls on both sides appear particularly pale under the dim light.

The fluorescent lights on the ceiling made a faint humming sound and flickered occasionally, as if they would go out at any moment.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of disinfectant, even mixed with a faint smell of medicine.

The floor was covered with cold marble tiles, and every step I took on it echoed hollowly, as if some unknown existence was whispering.

In the shadow of the corner, the camera flashing scarlet light is like a hidden eye, silently watching everyone who passes by.

The window at the end of the corridor was closed, and the glass was covered with a thick layer of dust, isolating the outside world.

Through the blurry glass, one can only see the outlines of tall buildings in the distance and the sparse stars in the sky.

The wind blew in from nowhere, bringing a hint of chill as it passed through the corridor, sending shivers down people's spines.

The lights in the nurses' station had been turned off, leaving only a faint ray of light coming from the duty room.

The doors of the wards on both sides of the corridor were closed, with a few doors occasionally half-open, revealing the dim rooms inside. The patients on the beds lay quietly, their breathing so weak that it was almost inaudible.

The IV bottle on the bedside table dripped slowly, and the liquid flowed into the vein drop by drop, maintaining the last glimmer of hope for life.

When the red numbers on the black rectangular electronic clock hanging above the corridor reached 00:47, the door of the stairwell at the end of the eighth floor of the inpatient department was pushed open silently.

A man wearing a black baseball cap and a mask entered the corridor from the stairwell and gently closed the stairwell door.

This person is naturally Zhuang Xiao.

After he separated from Dong Zeyu, he arrived at the hospital around eight o'clock in the evening. At that time, there were quite a few people coming and going in the inpatient department.

He stayed in the bathroom for half an hour, then hid in the stairwell and waited until now.

Dong Zeyu sent him four messages during this period, but there was no response, and the interrogation of Liu Lang and his team was not yet over.

They insisted that it was just a kidnapping, and Luo Wei, Shen Xing and Liu Yan kept accusing each other of being the mastermind.

However, Dong Zeyu said that Uncle Li felt that Luo Wei and Liu Yan seemed easier to conquer, and there would be progress in a few days.

But Zhuang Xiao certainly won't be able to wait until then.

He doesn't care either.

Looking up at the camera in the corner, Zhuang Xiao had no intention of dodging at all.

He didn't even wear gloves.

He just walked forward openly in front of the camera with his hands in his pockets, not even trying to suppress the sound of his footsteps.

But no one came out to stop him or ask him what was wrong, maybe because they thought he was too normal.

"807807"

Zhuang Xiao kept muttering the ward number while looking for Xu Guoping's ward.

After all, this hospital is a Grade 3 hospital, and the inpatient department is very large.

Originally, the beginning of autumn is the peak season for diseases, and there may not be any vacant beds in this tertiary hospital. Zhuang Xiao remembers that he had a high fever and was hospitalized here before, but in the end he could only lie on the bed in the corridor.

However, perhaps because the patients on the eighth floor are mostly cancer patients, there is no one in the corridor.

He found Xu Guoping's ward without any obstruction.

"807 is found."

Zhuang Xiao stood in front of the ward and glanced inside through the glass on the door.

Because the lights were not on, it was very dark inside, but one could vaguely make out a figure lying on the hospital bed, and next to it was a folding bed with another person lying on it.

This is probably Xu Guoping's companion.

If Xu Guoping were to be killed, it would definitely alarm him or her.

Zhuang Xiao didn't care. At worst he could just knock him out.

Although it is different from what is shown in movies and animations where a slash on the back of the neck can knock someone out, if you want to really knock someone out, the force required is almost the same as that used to kill him, and then it all depends on luck whether the other person dies or faints.

But Zhuang Xiao has "rich" fighting skills after all, and it doesn't matter even if he kills him. After all, after killing Xu Guoping, he will go back to eight years ago and this person will still be alive.

But Zhuang Xiao felt unhappy.

He has been feeling very depressed. Various mysteries and time have been urging him to move forward, and he also needs to vent.

To put it simply, if that person made some noise, Zhuang Xiao could still kill Xu Guoping, but it wouldn't be satisfying!

So Zhuang Xiao thought about it and decided to move forward for the time being, and then walked all the way to the office of the doctor on duty at the end of the corridor.

The door of the office was not locked, and the light coming through the gap showed that the doctor inside was still awake.

Zhuang Xiao put his hand on the door handle and turned it slightly, then pushed the door and walked in.

Then he locked the door.

The doctor on duty had his white coat open, revealing the T-shirt underneath. He was wearing shorts on his legs and a pair of flip-flops on his feet.

He was playing League of Legends on the computer in front of him.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, he turned around subconsciously, and was stunned when he saw Zhuang Xiao, "No, who are you? A relative of the patient?"

Seeing that he looked flustered and wary, Zhuang Xiao simply took off his mask and cap and said, "Hello."

After seeing his face, the young resident was visibly more relaxed.

After all, as long as the face is not covered, it means there should be no problem, and sometimes this really is a world where appearance matters.

Zhuang Xiao's handsome looks, coupled with the tired expression, dark circles under his eyes, and a double chin that indicates sub-health, make him look very harmless.

"Which patient's family member are you? What happened? Didn't you go to the nurse's station to find a nurse?"

Facing the doctor's three questions, Zhuang Xiao frowned and spoke first, "Didn't your teacher tell you that you can't take off your white coat? What's wrong with flip-flops? You're playing games on duty, right?"

The doctor was startled and subconsciously wanted to stand up and apologize, but Zhuang Xiao, who appeared behind him at some point, pushed him back down and pointed at the screen, "You're playing Charmander, right? What era is it still time to use a big mask? Don't you know there's no AP bonus now? Now you have to use the three-item, die-cut, and artillery set!"

The doctor's mind was buzzing and he was confused. He had no idea what was going on.

"not me--"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head and fell on the keyboard.

Looking at the back of his head oozing blood, Zhuang Xiao dropped the deformed phone in his hand and sighed, "Brother, don't blame me. I'll treat you to a meal next 'eight years later'."

He carefully took off the doctor's white coat to avoid getting blood stains on it, and then looked at the name on the doctor's certificate hanging on his chest.

Yuwen Hu. "'Yuwen Hu', right? No wonder he got attacked for that name."

But does this name look familiar? Is it because it is similar to the name of Yuwen Hu, who was killed by a stone while reading the Jiugao in the Northern Zhou Dynasty?
Zhuang Xiao didn't think too much, but quickly put on his white coat, then took off his baseball cap and put it on the head of the unconscious Yuwen Hu to temporarily cover the bloodstains.

Then he glanced at his teammates on the computer screen who had started "playing the piano" after he hung up, and couldn't help but apologize again in his heart.

Then he adjusted his mask, put away the doctor's ID and put it in his pocket, then picked up the medical record and pen beside him, left the office and walked towards Ward 807.

He knocked gently on the door of the ward, then turned the doorknob and walked in, then locked the door again.

At the same time he turned on the headlights in the ward.

".doctor?"

The middle-aged woman who was accompanying the patient rubbed her eyes and woke up in a daze. She was stunned when she saw Zhuang Xiao.

"Doctor Yuwen is busy, I'm here to help him make rounds."

Zhuang Xiao walked to the bedside, looked down at Xu Guoping, then opened the medical record, took out a pen and pretended to write on it.

The nurse didn't find anything wrong, but she was still a little confused. "Doctor, do you still need to make rounds at this late hour?"

"Well, because the patient's condition may worsen at any time, frequent ward rounds are required."

Zhuang Xiao stepped aside and asked, "Can you help wake up the patient?"

"Ok!"

The nurse hurried over, bent down and gently woke Xu Guoping up.

Xu Guoping opened his eyes slightly, with some confusion and doubt in them.

"Okay, please step aside. I want to check the patient's physical condition and ask how he feels."

Hearing Zhuang Xiao's words, the nurse obediently stepped aside and made room for him.

Zhuang Xiao walked to the pillow, took off his mask, bent down and got close to Xu Guoping's face. At the same time, he put his left hand on his neck and used his body to cover his left hand so that the nurse could not see it.

Seeing that Xu Guoping was still confused, Zhuang Xiao spoke in a low voice as if from hell, "Xu Guoping, you killed a female student at Dongfang No. 1 Middle School eight years ago, right?"

Xu Guoping's eyes, which had been narrowed into a slit, suddenly widened!
He tried desperately to struggle and make a sound, but Zhuang Xiao's left hand, which was wrapped around his throat, was as tight as an iron clamp, making it almost impossible for him to make any sound.

And his body, which wanted to struggle, was held down tightly by Zhuang Xiao with half of his body, making him unable to move.

"Doctor?" The nurse behind him was a little confused, "Is Mr. Xu okay?"

"It's okay." Zhuang Xiao's expression was gentle and his voice was soft, but the strength of his left hand was slowly but irreversibly increasing. "I want to test the patient's pulse. Can you go out and get some water? You can help the patient wipe his body later. The patient seems to have wet the bed."

As his force increased, tears streamed down Xu Guoping's face, and even his lower body began to relax uncontrollably.

"Okay! I'll go right away!"

The nurse got up with a start, went to the toilet in the ward, took out the kettle, opened the door and went out to get hot water.

Xu Guoping wanted to shout to ask her to stay, but as the door closed, the ferocious expression on his face gradually turned into despair.

Just when he was about to give up, the hand that was like an iron clamp on his neck suddenly loosened.

"Cough cough. Cough cough cough!!!"

He coughed violently as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

".What do you want?! I'll give it to you! I have money! I..."

He couldn't wait to speak, but then his neck was strangled again, and his voice stopped abruptly like a chicken.

Then he slowly exerted force again.

Then release it.

This time he turned his head and was about to shout, "Someone come——"

However, before he could shout, his neck was stuck again.

This was repeated three or four times, and the foul odor of excrement gradually emanated from under the quilt.

After Zhuang Xiao let go this time, he finally stopped trying to yell.

Looking at the old man who was crying and looking miserable, Zhuang Xiao felt no emotion at all, including sympathy.

"You killed Dong Weirui eight years ago. Where is his body?"

Xu Guoping was terrified and whispered intermittently: "Buried in the woods behind the school."

Zhuang Xiao asked again, "What was the exact time? What time did you kill her?"

"At night. At about twelve o'clock."

"How did Gu Shiyue die?"

"I don't know! I didn't kill her!"

"So you knew she was dead."

"I don't know! I really don't know! Let me go! I can give you anything!"

Zhuang Xiao was about to ask more questions when suddenly, disorderly footsteps were heard outside the door, and then the door of the ward was opened.

The caregiver rushed in with several nurses, doctors and security guards.

Zhuang Xiao grabbed Xu Guoping's neck and pulled him up to block in front of him. Those people were frightened and dared not approach.

At this moment, Xu Guoping seemed to have seen a savior and immediately shouted hoarsely, "Help me! This man is a lunatic! He wants to kill me!"

Zhuang Xiao secretly thought it was a pity, but he also learned a lot of information. At least he confirmed the exact starting point of Dong Weirui's "story line" this time, and confirmed that Gu Shiyue was indeed not killed by Xu Guoping.

Seeing Xu Guoping still struggling, he didn't say anything, but just pinched his neck and slowly exerted force. Xu Guoping immediately struggled hard like a dead dog but to no avail, and there was already feces and urine flowing from under his pants.

"Little brother! You are still young! Don't go down the path of crime!"

A doctor immediately advised, "If you have any grievances, we can wait until the police arrive!"

Zhuang Xiao smiled and glanced at them, then leaned over to Xu Guoping's ear and whispered, "Xu Guoping, wait for me eight years ago. Wait for me to kill you."

Then he pulled out the pen with his other hand and thrust it hard into Xu Guoping's carotid artery!

The next moment, his eyes went black.

When I regained consciousness, I heard Teacher Xu's scolding from the podium.

"Zhuang Xiao, stand up and answer the question!"

(End of this chapter)