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The air-conditioning above the head kept blowing down, making people's skin crawl.

Lin Zhiyu opened his eyes and saw a woman lying on the operating table and a man standing in front of the operating table with his back to her.

The man held a scalpel with a cold light in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he never moved the scalpel.

Lin Zhiyu immediately observed the surrounding environment.

This is a relatively narrow operating room. Apart from some medical equipment, the only thing left is the slightly larger operating table in front.

At this time, Lin Zhiyu was standing in the corner, without any cover.

The man in front of the operating table was keenly aware of something. He turned his head sharply and looked directly into the frightened eyes in the corner.

When he saw the man's appearance clearly, Lin Zhiyu's pupils shrank suddenly, full of disbelief.

It's him!

The man looked at the "uninvited" person in front of him with cold eyes.

Lin Zhiyu couldn't help but breathe quickly. The man in front of her was very different from the criminals she had seen before.

The truck driver who hit someone was mad, Qian Hai who killed Yu Shixia was angry, and the man who committed domestic violence was furious...

The person in front of me has no emotions whatsoever.

He didn't seem to be looking at a person, but rather a... dead thing?

"Tell me, how did you appear here?"

Lin Zhiyu swallowed her tight throat. For some reason, her hands were numb.

The man seemed impatient to wait. He twisted his neck, raised his feet, and walked slowly towards Lin Zhiyu.

Lin Zhiyu subconsciously took a step back, but his back hit the cold wall.

There is no way back.

The man said: "I just need a quiet audience, so I'll leave this role to you."

Lin Zhiyu stared at the man in front of her. She opened her mouth and made a slightly hoarse voice, "What do you want to do?"

The man curled his lips and said, "You will see."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man raised his hand and inserted a needle into Lin Zhiyu's arm, and directly pushed the liquid inside.

"You..."

Before the words could be spoken, Lin Zhiyu fell down weakly.

The man emphasized again: "Be sure to be a quiet audience."

Lin Zhiyu gasped and struggled to raise his head, looking at the woman on the operating table who didn't know whether she was unconscious or dead——

She has long hair, very fair skin, and an obvious black mole on her exposed neck.

Lin Zhiyu wanted to hold his hands on the ground to get up, but he couldn't exert any strength.

There was nothing she could do to save the woman.

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