"I can't just pretend I didn't hear you slander me like that."
Lu Bai thought for two seconds, then said, "Don't assume what species they are."
Wang Ting: "???"
"I'm not lying to you. These things just look human."
Lu Bai put on his flip-flops, walked across to the ward where Yao Yi was, and sat down.
Come to think of it, he really hadn't been trying to fool Wang Ting.
In a sense, deathmatchers and these Parasitic Organisms were essentially the same.
Wang Ting didn't understand, but one good thing about Parasitic Organisms was that they didn't have the intense human curiosity that made them insist on getting to the bottom of everything.
It noncommittally shifted its eyes, then continued modifying the two bodies.
Ward 6020, next door to 6019.
The blinds had been pulled all the way down, leaving the ward in complete darkness.
The patient who had once occupied the bed had died a gruesome death, and even the family member accompanying them hadn't escaped being murdered. A faint smell of blood hung in the ward.
Several figures sat huddled together, discussing matters in barely audible voices.
"Hm?"
"There's movement again."
"How many this time?"
"From the footsteps, it sounds like just one."
"Did they succeed?"
"No. 'Smiling Face' is pretty good. No wonder they dare to wear that title so brazenly."
"When are we going to make our move?"
"Don't rush. Wait a little longer. Three or four in the morning is when people are at their most exhausted..."
Inpatient Department, fifth floor.
The warm incandescent lights in the corridor had been replaced by dim, cold Night Lighting.
At the Nurse Station, the On-duty Nurse lay slumped over the desk. A horrifying wound could be seen on her neck. A stack of documents pinned