The Informal Tomb Raiding Diary: She is the occupant of the tomb!-Chapter 277 - 259: Strange Sight on Video_2

After a few seconds, a blood-soaked face reappeared outside the door, her mouth full of blood, resembling a cannibal from a Western horror movie.

I glanced at the time; Chen Qinghan had just left ten minutes ago and wouldn’t have reached the hospital yet.

The hospital room door was hit again, and Wang Datou was visibly struggling. The person outside had incredible strength; with each hit, the bed and cabinet, along with Wang Datou, shifted slightly inward. If this continued, the door panel would be knocked off.

"Help, help—" Wang Datou shouted loudly for help.

The ’cameraman’ squatted beside him, helping him brace the cabinet; I couldn’t assist them at the moment.

A minute later, just as cracks appeared in the door panel and it seemed impossible to hold on, a sound came from outside the corridor. The voice was calm, with a rising tone, ’Hey,’ like an old friend greeting you. Then a flash of fire appeared outside the door, instantly engulfing the person who was hitting the door.

The person outside let out a dinosaur-like scream, as the door panel split into pieces. Wang Datou howled and ran towards the window sill, but a chain wrapped around the ’fire person’ who was about to rush inside and dragged her away.

The old man holding Wang Datou’s phone was very diligent, stepping out the door with the phone and pointing the camera at the person on fire.

I had to speak up to remind him to stay hidden and avoid injury.

But the old man firmly said it was fine; he had been a war reporter when he was young and had seen many horrific scenes.

The chain tethered the burning person, preventing her from escaping. This was not the police’s method; I guessed it was from the ’Sorting Center’ people.

They could distinguish which were mentally ill, addicts, and which were truly abnormal humans.

The woman flailed amid the fire for about ten seconds and then fell to the ground motionless.

I heard a youthful voice saying, "Huahua is dead. Start the extraction."

Another voice immediately said, "The brat isn’t dead yet, wait—"

Two figures, one tall and one short, appeared in the hallway. The shorter one was carrying a bag. The tall one didn’t finish speaking when the ’blackened’ person on the floor suddenly leaped up, just as the short young man walked to her side.

"Move!" The tall man wielded a gun, but when he fired, there was no sound, only flames.

A tongue of fire erupted from the gun barrel, forcing the ’charred’ person to retreat. The short young man rolled aside, conveniently rolling to the hospital room door, and saw the old man standing at the door.

"Sir, stop filming and find a place to hide; this is rabies infection, and there are more than one infected."

It seemed our department had a common skill—lying comes naturally.

And Gan Quan, who closed his eyes and told lies, was indeed a clear stream.

"Oh, then be careful," the old man turned the phone towards the front camera and said, "Daughter, they don’t want us filming anymore; you can chat later."

"Thank you, stay safe, bye." Hanging up the video call, I turned around to send Chen Qinghan a message about the situation but suddenly saw a pair of eyes.

Because these eyes glowed green in the darkness, they were impossible to ignore. The owner of the eyes lay outside the window sill, revealing only half her face, staring at me from outside.

We were staying on the hotel’s top floor; although the town didn’t have tall buildings, it was still five stories high. How did she climb up?

"Hey, little one, looking for me?" My window wasn’t closed; she could come in anytime, but she quietly lay outside the window sill, with no intention of attacking for now.

"I’m hungry," said the person outside.

"Want to eat meat?" I walked over slowly, feeling no fear.

"Hmm."

"Then you won’t live long."

My tone was serious, without any hint of joking; the person outside was silent for a few seconds, as if contemplating, then said again, "I’m hungry."

"I know a place, across the sea, where people commit suicide frequently, so there’s plenty of food."

"Which place?"

"The Sakura Suicide Forest." It’s a world-renowned suicide Holy Land, with over a hundred people committing suicide in the forest each year, enough to sustain several ’eccentrics.’

I had researched this place, drawn a map for her, and instructed, "Wait till people die before eating, don’t cause trouble for yourself; you know how strong humans are."

"Okay." The girl outside took the map and climbed down the wall like a lizard.

She was slender and small, probably belonging to the class of weaklings in their group with no hunting ability, either scavenging leftovers or starving. Her face and neck had small scales, like a reptile.