Chapter16
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Just like when he killed No. 6, although both were surprise attacks, the situation this time was obviously much more dangerous than then, and the doctor was more difficult to deal with than No. 6.
Lorna used all her strength to lock the doctor's thighs with her legs. The doctor held her neck with one hand and grabbed the mouse cable, and used the other hand to pry her hand that was holding the dagger.
The two were very close to each other and could see the murderous intent in each other's eyes. Lorna felt that the doctor was about to break her finger bones. The doctor tried her best to snatch the dagger from her hand!
This is her only trump card, and this dagger has a different meaning to her. She must get out alive, take this dagger, and find the murderer who killed her in the alley before.
If the doctor took the dagger away at this moment, she would have no hope of survival!
Thinking of this, Lorna gave up trying to push the doctor's hand that was holding the mouse cable. Enduring the feeling of suffocation, he placed his hand on his own hand holding the dagger and pressed hard!
The two were very close, and Lorna could clearly see the doctor's clenched cheeks and the bulging blood vessels on his temples. The blood vessels in his neck were dilated and the aorta was beating. She regretted that she was not calm enough in her panic and failed to cut it open in one go.
The doctor gritted his teeth and endured the pain. The breath that came out from between his teeth was tinged with saliva, and one could faintly smell the sweet scent of blood. One of his eyes was swollen from being dug by No.2, and the other eye was wide open. The sweat from his forehead wet his hair, and the muscles on his cheeks were twisted and twitching.
A slight negligence brought serious consequences. The mouse cable became tighter and tighter, making it impossible for her to breathe. Her arms and legs weighed more than a thousand pounds, and she had almost no strength to hold on to the dagger and move forward.
The trouble was that her thinking began to slow down, affecting her movements. She could not feel the heavy pressure of the doctor on her body, and many past memories flashed through her mind at that moment.
Is this going to kill me?
She had this thought, and somehow, at that moment, she thought of No.1. Like No.1, she had the fatal mouse cable around her neck, and the faces of the doctor and No.6 overlapped, like the god of death holding a sickle, trying to reap lives.
But she is different from No. 1. When No. 1 was killed, he had no power to resist, but she still has a dagger!
When Lorna thought of this, she perked up, her scattered gaze gathered again, and burst into spirit. She didn't want to die here. She didn't want to be like No. 1, who disappeared quietly.
She wanted to live. She had grown up with great difficulty, graduated successfully, found a job, and did not die in the alley. She entered this space not to die or become a stepping stone for others to leave!
Lorna gritted his teeth and raised his head hard to hit the doctor's face.
She thought she had used up all her strength, but in fact the force was not great. Fortunately, the two were very close to each other, so she still hit the doctor's face with a dull "bang" sound.
The doctor was strangling her neck with one hand and trying to pull her hand away with the other. It was already very strenuous, and Lorna's impact caught him off guard. He really didn't expect that this woman could still fight back after being in such a situation.
He let out a cry of surprise, and the hands that were holding Lorna 's hands instinctively loosened.
The two sides have been in a stalemate until now, and a slight change is enough to bring fatal consequences. Seizing this opportunity, Lorna gritted his teeth, resisting the pain brought by suffocation, holding the dagger with both hands, pulling it out a little, and stabbing it in again with force.
Blood splattered out and flowed down her palm to her arm. All her strength was exhausted in these two actions. If she failed, she would no longer have the strength to resist.
She sank her consciousness into her mind and paid attention to the cards there. The two cards were still not turned over.
Her body had begun to twitch, and perhaps all her resistance was in vain. The doctor's body pressed on her, as if to squeeze out her last breath.
The cold vat was pressed against her back. No.6 in the vat had died in her hands. His eyes, still open in death, must have been staring at her through the bottom of the vat.
The corners of Lorna's mouth twitched, the force on her neck gradually weakened, and the mouse cable that was tightly wrapped around her slipped out of the doctor's hand little by little. In her mind, the card on the right side finally turned over at a speed that seemed extremely slow to Lorna .
The doctor's gentle smiling face appeared on it, and his name emerged below the card: Blackthorn, she won!
The air was breathed into her lungs again, and Lorna gasped for breath. Her whole body was so limp that she couldn't muster any strength. She couldn't even muster the strength to push away the doctor's body that was pressing on her.
She tremblingly pulled out the dagger that was stuck in the doctor's neck. It took her several tries to accomplish such a simple action.
A reminder sounded in my mind: The trial is completed, and you will leave the space in ten seconds!
When this voice sounded, Lorna grinned, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.
She succeeded. The way to leave the space was exactly as she expected, requiring the last survivor!
The card representing her in her mind was the middle one among the nine cards. The other eight people who entered the space were all dead.
"Ten…"
"Nine…"
"Eight…"
The prompt voice was counting down. Lorna coughed loudly and vomited vigorously. She pushed the doctor away, letting his body roll to the ground, and tried to sit up straight.
The mouse cable was still around her neck. She took a long time to reach out and pull off the thing that almost killed her and pushed it aside. The countdown continued: "Two..."
"One…"
She closed her eyes instinctively, and the next moment there was a loud thunder, lightning streaked across the sky, and heavy rain poured down on her head, hitting her face painfully.
The smell of rain mixed with the smell of earth was not pleasant, but it was much better than the indescribable gloom and depression in the space.
She's back!
Lorna was still lying in the position where she had collapsed after being stabbed in the vitals, as if everything that had happened before was just a dream.
If she hadn't still been holding the dagger in her hand and the heavy rain hadn't yet washed the doctor's blood off her palm, she would probably have thought that everything that happened tonight was just her imagination.
Her throat was still burning with pain. She looked up at the night sky. The lightning lit up the sky. The rain fell on her face, making a 'crackling' sound, and flowed into her eyes and mouth. She swallowed twice. Only then did she truly feel that she was still alive.
There seemed to be some new changes in his consciousness, but Lorna did not dare to check it out at this time.
This alley was too dangerous. She didn't know how long she would be away from real life after entering the space, and she was also afraid that the man who had killed her before would come back again.
Her current condition did not guarantee that she could withstand anyone's attack. She drank a few sips of rain water, slowly stood up with her hands on the wall, and staggered towards home.
Fortunately, she was not far from home. She saw the familiar door from afar. The door was locked with an iron padlock and splashed with red paint with the words "Pay back the money" written on it. This scene, which had frightened her in the past, now made her breathe a sigh of relief.
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