Why Hasn't It Been Light in Ten Days?

After saying that, An Ran put the phone back in her pocket, with anxiety in her heart, propped up the bed frame, and moved to the door step by step. Behind Hu Jia, she was still asking her what was wrong with her, and there was that charming girl in the 18th bed. He was lying on the bed alone, crying.

An Ran was so annoyed that she ignored Hu Jia and the 18-bed, just opened the door secretly, stood inside the door, and looked at the faint corridor. , made her uneasy, not going to see what happened, just staying in this ward, she couldn't stay.

"Speaking of which, have you noticed? It's already 11 in the morning. Why hasn't it been light yet?"

There was a voice behind her. It was Hu Jiao who was talking. She was lying on the bed, frowning, and turned her head to look outside the window. At 6 o'clock in the morning, the street lights were all turned off. At this time, from the inside of the ward, looking out, it was all pitch black, and it was so dark that I couldn't reach my fingers.

"what!!!"

A scream came from Bed 18. It was like a sharp claw, and it tightened An Ran's heart. She turned around angrily and glanced at Bed 18, only to see that Bed 18 had the strength to sit up now. She was complaining to Hu Frame lying on the bed:

"Don't say it, I only found out after you said it. It's so scary, so scary, so scary. I'm going to call my husband."

After speaking, she got out of bed by herself, pulled out her latest orange phone from the bedside table, and called her husband.

Wonderful! An Ran complained about the 18 beds in her heart, turned her head around, followed the opened door, and continued to observe from the gap. The people in the corridor were still walking back and forth, as if corpses were lying around. Like a walk.

An Ran shook her heart, opened the door a little, clutched her stomach, and walked out slowly wearing confinement shoes. Then, thinking that she was still worried, she backhandedly closed the door of the ward to Hu Jia and the 18-bed Jiaojiao girl. .

She carefully observed the people walking back and forth. These people, compared to when she just went out to see, their dazed expressions were even more serious. Yellow phlegm.

The lights in the hallway turned on and off, making the whole hallway filled with a strange smell. An Ran still didn't know the seriousness of the problem. She lowered her head and walked forward silently. She planned to Go to the elevator, go to the neonatal unit, and try to find her daughter.

Walking, step by step, slowly moving forward, passing a corridor with lights out, in an open door, a sound of chewing food sounded in this silent corridor, loud, like As if a certain large animal was eating bones, one after another, An Ran stopped abruptly.

She widened her eyes in horror, her hair sticking to the side of her face was covered in sweat, and then slowly tilted her head to see a man lying on top of a woman in the ward where the lights were not turned on, like a beast. Biting this woman!

That's right, bite!

The woman on the bed was still alive, as if she had just given birth, with a wrap on her head, her throat had been bitten off, and she was gurgling with blood. She was kicking the man on her body with all her might, chewing food. The voice came from her.