Chu Hanxing remained awake the entire time, and that gaze only disappeared at dawn.

The sound of chains being dragged could be heard in the corridor, with a crisp clanging sound that sounded inexplicably cheerful.

Today is Friday.

After about ten minutes, those sounds faded away, with a creak, the iron door was locked, and the seventeenth floor became quiet.

Chu Hanxing opened the door, and the seven of them were taken away by the head nurse to play with the children.

But no one called her, she seemed to have been forgotten.

not necessarily.

Doesn't that closed iron door look like it's sealing the exit of the prey in the cage?

Chu Hanxing came to the empty room from yesterday. The walls had not been scraped white and were still the original color of cement.

She put her hand against the wall, groped carefully at a height of about 1.7 meters, and pressed it to a soft spot. A silver needle appeared on her fingertips. Chu Hanxing slowly inserted it, and with a click, a window as big as a thumb appeared.

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A hole was cut in the wall, allowing a clear view of her lounge.

Chu Hanxing took a step back, measured the wall with his eyes, determined the position, used a dagger to draw a square on the wall, and gently pried it out to push out a slender brick.

She put the dagger back into the scabbard, took out the brick, reached in with her hand, felt a small bump on the left side, and pressed it without hesitation.

It was the sound of moving stone slabs in the middle of this room.

Chu Hanxing wiped his hands and lowered his eyes. Under the stone slab was a long circular staircase with a wide entrance that could allow two people to enter and exit at the same time.

Chu Hanxing turned on the flashlight on her phone and walked for about two minutes. She saw the light from the exit. She put her phone away and led to the emergency exit. The door had 7F written on it.

Seventh floor.

Based on his memory, Chu Hanxing followed the sound of struggling he heard last night and came to an operating room.

Everyone was in the lobby now, so Chu Hanxing entered the operating room unimpeded.

It was clean, dazzlingly white, and even the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. The operating bed was slightly convex, showing the outline of a person, covered with a white cloth.

Lifting the white cloth, Chu Hanxing could confirm his guess.

She quickly approached the operating bed and reached out to lift it, but a delicate and clear male voice came from behind.

"Doctor, why don't you stay in the lounge?" No. 7 slowly approached from behind and complained softly, "I've been looking for you for a long time."

He reached out to touch Chu Hanxing's hair with a smile. Chu Hanxing rolled his eyes and thrust the mahogany sword into his navel with his backhand, while at the same time pulling away the white cloth with one hand.

"hiss."

No. 7 was forced up against the wall by Chu Hanxing, and the white cloth fell to the ground.

"It hurts so much, doctor." No. 7 said aggrievedly.

Chu Hanxing's eyes were indifferent, and with a twist of his wrist, he stabbed directly through the wall with the No. 7 peach wood sword.

No. 7 was nailed to the wall, and only the hilt of the mahogany sword could be seen from his navel.

"Doctor." No. 7 lowered his eyes, and a smile slowly appeared on his charming lips, "What did I do wrong?"

Chu Hanxing ignored him and looked at the... white bones on the operating bed.

It's not a corpse, it's bones.

Based on the color of the bones, it can be inferred that the time of death was last night.

The white bones are very clean, just like the model skeleton of a medical school.

If the bones of someone who had just died were so clean, there was no doubt that someone had shaved off the flesh and blood.

Why was it shaved? Where did the shaved meat go?

Chu Hanxing thought of No. 5 picking at the food in the cafeteria, his weight rising and falling, the hunger hidden deep in his eyes, and the eyes on the oil painting last night.

It's certain.

Seven people, seven sins.

They are: arrogance, greed, envy, sloth, gluttony, violence, and lust.

Number five is gluttony.

Then No. 7, Chu Hanxing's eyes fell on his hands covered with small scratches.

It's lust.

However, his lust is not lust as ordinary people understand it.

Number Four was right about jealousy, he did fall in love with her.

her skin.

The rotten smell on No. 7 emanates from his skin, so no matter how strong the perfume you spray, it can't cover it up.

Because his perfect skin has a short shelf life.

As the person was pushed into the operating room, the moans of the nuns and doctors could well cover up the weak cries for help caused by excessive blood loss.

At this time, they will enter the stairs, come to the operating room, pull up the chair, and No. 7 will come on first, carefully peeling off the human skin, and No. 5 will have a full meal.

Number Seven is a picky person who pursues perfection, so the skin covering his body is made from the most perfect parts of each human skin.

Like tailoring clothes, he cut out the parts he was satisfied with and then sewed the flawless pieces of human skin together.

But No. 7 will only take action when he likes it, so No. 5 can only go hungry and eat.

"It was discovered..."

Number Seven whispered softly, like a whisper of love between lovers.

"It's a pity..." No. 7 raised his head, leaning against the wall, tilting his head, his blood-red eyes filled with innocence, "Your mahogany sword is useless to me."

He held the hilt of the sword in his hand, pulled it out suddenly, and threw it to the ground. The mahogany sword broke with a sound.

Chu Hanxing raised his eyebrows, "Not bad, not too weak."

No. 7 blinked, smiled softly, and said softly: "I seem to really like you a little bit."

A shiny silver scalpel appeared in No. 7's hand. He wiped it slowly with alcohol cotton.

When they finished wiping, they heard a child's cry at the same time, coming from the secret passage where Chu Hanxing came from.

No. 7's expression changed, and he crumpled the alcohol cotton in his hands. His eyes seemed to be filled with blood, like a fountain of blood.

He disappeared in an instant, and Chu Hanxing flashed back to the empty room on the seventeenth floor.

But No. 7 was not here. Chu Hanxing looked up at the ceiling, and a spiritual sword appeared in his hand. He came to the iron door on the 18th floor, slashed with the sword, and directly broke through the thick iron door.

Without hesitation, I found 18-21 directly. At this moment, the dean opened the door from inside.

While adjusting his tie, he looked back somewhere.

The expression on the dean's face is very intriguing. The muscles near his lips rose in a small arc, twitched twice, and then flattened quickly, causing the fine lines at the end of his eyes to curve upward.

Pleasure, contempt, satisfaction.

He patted the folds of his shirt, looking just like normal, like a busy hospital director, hurriedly returning to the office to process documents.

When Chu Hanxing came to the hall, it was filled with the laughter of children. The elderly nun who had led the way was patting the back of a little boy whose eyes were red from crying, with kind eyes, and coaxing him with candies.

Several little girls also gathered around him to make him happy. After a while, the little boy burst into laughter and shared the candy with several little girls.

Chu Hanxing withdrew his gaze and returned to the seventeenth floor.

It was quiet inside, but Chu Hanxing knew that they were all in their room.

Chu Hanxing opened a door casually, and it was No. 1. He was curled up on the bed with a painful expression, and there were faint blue runes flowing on the number of the shackles.

Chu Hanxing's eyes paused, and he instantly summoned a spiritual sword and quickly retreated. In an instant, the whole building began to shake, and the shackles of the seven people were broken.
Chapter completed!