Beauty Gathered: the Second Dimension of Shen Lin

Kusuda Rikudo sneaked out of his ward, dodged the nurses patrolling the room, and tiptoed towards the nurse's consultation desk. In order not to make too much noise, he took off his clothes on purpose. shoe.

Hiding his body behind the wall, after searching around and finding no one there, Kusuda Rikumichi pressed the button in his hand.

On the panel of the hospital call system, the light representing one of the wards lit up, accompanied by the sound of "beep beep".

"Ah, Mr. Nezu rings the bell again at this time, is it another mistake?"

The nurse who was sitting in the "Nurse Guidance Desk" drinking hot water said something, and hurriedly ran to the calling ward.

Taking advantage of the empty time at the "Nurse Guidance Desk", Kusuda Ludao quickly slipped into the "Nurse Duty Room".

Coming to a room, Kusuda Rikudao took out his camera and took a photo on the panel marked with the hospital list.

"Waterless...Waterless...are you not in this inpatient building?"

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

Kusuda Rikudao was taken aback by the harsh voice, and looked over with a stiff face.

Standing at the door was a middle-aged nurse with a serious face. Judging from her dignified appearance, she should be a head nurse. "Ah, ah, I'm lost. Where is the toilet?" Kusuda Ludao touched his hand back of the head.

"For the toilet, just go down the stairs." The nurse obviously didn't intend to delve into it.

"Thank you." While thanking, Kusuda Rikudao walked towards the door.

Perhaps due to being too nervous, the hand holding the camera deliberately concealed behind his back touched the table, and accidentally dropped the camera.

"Go to the toilet and go back to the ward"

Leaning over to pick up the camera, the nurse handed it to the other party and said.

"thanks……"

Taking the camera over, Kusuda Rikudao walked out of the door.

But the footsteps stopped when they stepped over the threshold...

"Don't you think it's strange, Miss Nurse. Seeing this camera, you should be able to guess that I was taking pictures in the "Nurse Duty Room", but I didn't say anything. Who are you...?"

Under the untrimmed hair tips, those triangular eyes were full of fierce light.

The sound of neat footsteps came one after another

"It's the FBI"

Judy and others, who had already ambushed, quickly appeared in front of the nurse, pointing at the nurse with a gun.

"Place your hands slowly over your head and kneel down"

"Ha...it's the FBI, so it's not wrong to say that Rena Mizumu is here." Kusuda Rikumichi raised his hands above his head, although the situation was overwhelmingly unfavorable to him at this time, he didn't feel nervous at all.

"Yes, I wanted you to hang around for a while, so that I can get solid evidence, but it seems that there is no need for this—kneel down quickly, before the patients wake up"

"Then I'll wake them up and use these C4 bombs!" Kusuda Ludao said, and slowly touched the back of his neck with his raised hand. That circle of dynamite.

"Plastic bomb?!"

Judy couldn't help but suffocate her breath, and slowly lowered her raised hand.

"Don't move around, if you don't want this floor to be blown up"

Taking out the remote control and resting his thumb on it, Kusuda Rikudao jokingly backed away slowly.

He retreated more and more, seeing that Judy and the others did not dare to catch up, he couldn't help laughing complacently, and then ran in the corridor of the hospital.

Chapter 910 Three: The Collision of Red and Black (3)

"It is estimated that he will return to his ward to eliminate the traces left behind, and then escape through the window. So immediately surround him from the outside and don't let him escape"

Seeing the figure of Kusuda Ludao gradually going away, Judy let out a low drink.

Suddenly, a sharp arc flashed faintly from the corridor.

A sharp blade burst out from it, piercing a hole directly in the wrist.

The handle of the thin blade got stuck on the wrist, and the detonator held in the hand was thrown backwards.

Looking at the one-meter-long thin blade that pierced through his wrist and appeared from behind, the other party couldn't help but began to howl.

Kusuda Ludao's left hand tightly grasped his injured right wrist, and the stench of blood slowly trickled down from the blade.

The child who looked slightly sick and weak, and whose appearance could not be described, walked slowly in front of him.

The little white hand was lifted up and held on the black hilt.

The hilt of the sword is very small, and it is the most suitable way to hold it between the knuckles of your fingers.

Black Key, a handy throwing weapon.

Piercing through the flesh and blood, the thin blade deeply embedded in the bone was pulled back.

Accompanied by the unbearably painful wailing, scarlet blood flowed out from the blood hole on his wrist.

The gushing blood splashed onto the floor, facing the blood, and waved forward without hesitation.

The long blade shot out easily pierced through the obstacle and the neck.

The wailing screams stopped abruptly.