No. 03 suddenly turned around.
Jiang Chen got a clear look at him.
He was a man in his thirties, with a square face and meticulously combed hair. His hospital gown seemed to have been specially ironed, every detail almost perfect. Somehow, he made it look like a formal suit.
Under the lights, the man's face gradually darkened.
"Stop!"
"Who let you in? Why are your shoes so filthy? I just mopped this floor!"
Jiang Chen had killed a group of doctors earlier, and his shoes were stained with quite a bit of blood. Every step left a faint bloody footprint.
At the doorway, No. 02 and No. 04 both looked ready to enjoy the show.
Jiang Chen paused as well. After a moment's thought, he walked back to the doorway, then tossed the blood-soaked doctor's coat he had changed out of onto the floor. Stepping on it, he shuffled his way across.
The footprints were covered by broad smears of blood, but the floor was clearly even dirtier now.
No. 02 and No. 04 both widened their eyes. Making a floor someone had just mopped this filthy-was he trying to drive No. 03 insane?
They both involuntarily backed away two steps, certain Jiang Chen was done for.
However...
After Jiang Chen dragged out a broad red line and perfectly touched up the ragged edges on both sides...
No. 03, who had been on the verge of flying into a rage, let out a long breath, seemingly deeply satisfied.
He looked at Jiang Chen with a sense of kinship. "Who are you? A new severe case?"
Jiang Chen smiled. "Hello, I'm No. 18. Eighteen, as in two nines."
This introduction seemed to satisfy No. 03 even more. Soon, however, he frowned again and muttered painfully, "Damn it, why am I