DipNovel Chapter 596 Transformation into Su Wan
Chapter 596 Transformation into Su Wan
the other side.
Evelyn and Vassim avoided the scattered streetlights along the way, crouching low and sneaking along the shadows of the outpatient building's wall. Before long, they arrived at the foot of the abandoned two-story building behind it.
The second floor of the small building is densely packed with more than a dozen empty rooms, most of which have rotten and broken doors and windows, and are almost indistinguishable in appearance.
Lin Feng had previously explained that the westernmost room on the second floor, with old electrical wires protruding from the window frame, was the abandoned broadcasting room.
The two quickly located the exclusive window.
They then quickly surveyed the terrain below and determined the best throwing point:
Two prefabricated slabs are placed two meters directly below the broadcasting room, making it easy to make a move from the perfect angle and distance.
The two quickly stepped onto the precast slab, and Vassim immediately took out a Molotov cocktail from his canvas bag. He lit the oil-soaked cloth strip at the mouth of the bottle with a lighter, and the orange-red flame rose steadily.
He gathered his strength, raised his hand, and threw it with all his might. The first Molotov cocktail drew a clean arc, pierced through the window, and hit the center of the broadcasting room.
Immediately afterward, a second Molotov cocktail flew out of his hand.
Evelyn also raised her hand and threw the remaining two balls in quick succession.
Four soft sounds of shattering glass rang out in succession.
In an instant, flames erupted in the broadcasting room, crackling electrical sparks popped and exploded, and billowing black smoke surged and rose into the air through the wide-open windows.
Having completed their mission, the two dared not linger and quickly retreated into the shadows, heading back towards the dormitory building.
As I walked around the flowerbed in front of the outpatient building, two beams of white light from flashlights suddenly shone from the intersection ahead.
Wasim abruptly stopped, and Evelyn halted half a step behind him.
Two uniformed security guards were patrolling side by side. When a flashlight was shone on them, they immediately stopped.
"Who goes there?!"
The security guards had already seen it. As they shouted, they quickly stepped forward, and two of them moved in a fan shape to surround this area.
Wasim had already reached for Funeral Song with his right hand when Evelyn grabbed his arm.
"Wait a minute."
She then released her grip, took a half step back, and lifted her hood to reveal her entire face.
Then, she closed her eyes.
Disguised as a thousand faces, the attack begins.
Wasim watched as her facial features shifted rapidly in the shadows, her demeanor instantly transforming from cold and sharp to a gentle yet aloof elegance.
She appeared in public again as Su Wan, and this time, she captured even the subtlest expressions in her eyes and brows perfectly.
Evelyn raised an eyebrow at Wasim, then stepped towards the two beams of flashlight.
The security guard's flashlight shone on her face, and the two of them almost simultaneously slowed their pace, hurriedly moving the flashlight beam away.
"So it's Section Chief Su..." The security guard on the left visibly relaxed. "What brings you here so late at night—"
Evelyn spoke, her voice carrying that slightly husky, magnetic quality that Su Wan always possessed:
"Patrolling so late at night, you must be tired."
"Ah Ying and I went for a run; we still need to inspect the new students' dormitories later."
She tilted her head slightly as she spoke, gesturing to the area behind her.
The security guard's gaze passed over her shoulder and landed on Wasim.
In the shadows, the figure in the black tracksuit appeared somewhat rugged. The security guard hesitated for half a second, not daring to ask any further questions.
After all, she's a weirdo, and her physical form isn't static. Her ruggedness might just be Ah Ying's "true nature," who knows?
"Section Chief Su, thank you for your hard work, we—"
The other security guard suddenly stopped talking.
His gaze passed over Evelyn's head, looking towards the back of the outpatient building, and his eyes suddenly widened:
"Holy crap! There seems to be a fire behind the outpatient building!"
Another security guard immediately tensed up: "Quick! Go check it out!"
The two security guards, no longer paying attention to what was happening here, rushed towards the back of the outpatient building.
Evelyn breathed a sigh of relief only after the two figures disappeared around the corner.
The two dared not delay and ran as fast as they could towards the dormitory under the cover of night.
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Abandoned isolation ward for severe cases.
Old Zhou led the way, with Xiao Lin following behind. His bulging canvas bag was filled with more than a dozen Molotov cocktails, which made a constant clanging sound as he walked.
"Be gentle," Old Zhou whispered without turning his head.
Xiaolin muttered in a low voice, "This thing is already wobbly, what can I do? And you, how can you have the nerve to make a girl like me carry it?"
"I have to scout ahead. If I'm carrying too much weight, I won't be able to cope if we encounter any danger."
Xiaolin pouted and didn't say anything more.
She knew that what Lao Zhou said made sense, and besides, as an A-level supernatural being, carrying a dozen bottles of gasoline was no big deal for her.
The two of them passed through the rusted iron gate one after the other and entered the building.
The doors to the wards on both sides of the corridor were all wide open, and the iron-framed hospital beds were overturned and crooked on the ground. Broken IV bottles had accumulated shards of glass in the corners.
The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of decay and mold.
After walking a dozen steps down the corridor, Xiaolin suddenly stopped and sniffed:
"Old Zhou, do you smell something strange?"
"I haven't been breathing at all," Old Zhou replied calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and turned on his flashlight. The beam swept across the air, revealing not only a sky full of dust but also tiny spores.
His pupils constricted sharply: "It's coming from the spore cells! Hold your breath, don't inhale!"
Xiaolin stood there, motionless, without reacting.
Old Zhou quickly moved the flashlight to illuminate her face clearly:
Fine beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead, his gaze rapidly unfocused, his pupils slightly dilated, staring blankly into the void ahead.
"Xiao Lin!" Old Zhou grabbed her shoulder. "Hey, wake up!"
Xiaolin did not answer.
Her shoulders trembled slightly under his palm, then she slowly tilted her head back, her face flushed an unnatural red, and a soft, charming smile appeared on her lips, completely unlike her usual personality.
"Old Zhou..." Her voice completely changed, becoming soft and sticky, with a long, drawn-out ending, "Your hands are so cold..."
Old Zhou froze.
Xiaolin's hand had already reached up, her palm pressed against his chest, her eyes looking up at him with wetness.
"Old Zhou, I'm so scared, can you hug me...?"
Old Zhou looked at the person in front of him—Xiao Lin, who always complained about his eccentricity in the office—and his eyes were now full of tenderness, as if he wished he could immediately become one with him.
Something is wrong!
Something's fucking wrong!
Old Zhou's scalp tingled, and the hairs on his back stood on end.
He instinctively took half a step back and growled in a low voice:
"Kobayashi, take a good look at who I am!"
Xiaolin wouldn't listen at all, climbing up his arm while muttering to herself:
"Why are you being so mean... I just wanted a hug..."
Old Zhou gritted his teeth, and with his other hand he quickly reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a tube of aluminum foil ointment. As soon as he unscrewed the cap, a pungent, cool smell of mint mixed with camphor rushed out.
He grabbed Xiaolin's chin and forcefully squeezed the tube under her nose.
Take a deep breath!