The West Wing was the inpatient area. Normally, foot traffic was light. But after the accident, patients dared not stay in their beds—they scrambled to escape.
Heading toward the West Wing, I passed many fleeing the zone. Some hobbled on crutches, supported by loved ones. Others remained on hospital beds: two pushed from front and back, one holding the IV pole, rushing frantically.
Whoa—!
A woman pushed a stroller, but its wheel caught on a step. She snatched up her wailing baby and abandoned the stroller roadside.
Still, everyone had safely evacuated the danger zone. What should’ve been a simple hospital escape somehow radiated the spirit of *everyone showcasing their own clever tricks*.
Truly, each displayed unique resourcefulness. I’d underestimated ordinary folks.
But those on the road were survivors. Upon entering the West Wing area and turning onto the path behind the greenery, I saw the victims.
Bloodstains and severed limbs—a sight too gruesome to bear.
I knew my focus. My gaze swept past the evidence and locked onto the main path.
“One, two… only two.”
Thank goodness—only two inflatable suit creatures. Most importantly, no sign of that massive main body.
This hospital incident was just a minor skirmish. To me? That meant one thing: *I could take them.*
“Gurgle—gurgle—”
The two inflatable suit creatures turned, one after the other. Their clumsy bodies moved with agonizing slowness. Seeing this, my confidence swelled.
Earlier, through my persistent, clingy questioning, An Li had shared intel about this evil spirit.
It controlled numerous small inflatable suit creatures—like elastic arms—from its main torso. Unlike humans, these arms could stretch far, attacking from a distance while keeping the core safe.
But it had a flaw. Like a rubber band: the longer the stretch, the thinner the arm became—less flexible, less powerful.
I knew “less powerful” was relative to An Li. One look at the mangled walls nearby proved these creatures had more than enough strength to crush ordinary people—and someone like me with puny limbs.
My sole advantage? Agility.
“Come on, come on! Hit me! You two dumbbells.”
Plan set. The mental clarity I’d felt in An Li’s car wasn’t an illusion. Becoming a vampire loli had genuinely sharpened my mind.
So that female netizen calling me “Brainless”? Totally wrong.
“Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle—!”
The two clumsy inflatable suits charged, noodle-arms swinging. Not slow. Both painted with eerie watercolors—one a crying face, one a smiling face.
“Still smiling? I’ll make you cry. Cry, cry, all you do is cry. Wait till I make you smile.”
I retreated step by step, taunting—though I doubted they understood Chinese.
The Crying Face and Smiling Face creatures approached slowly. Remembering their eerie tactics, I stayed alert.
When the Smiling Face was steps away, I leaped sharply right. Instantly, it sidestepped. The Crying Face lunged forward, its noodle-soft arms slamming where I’d stood, kicking up dust.
Glancing at the Crying Face’s grotesque painting, cold sweat beaded on my brow. My caution saved me. Without that jump, its arms might have dislocated my shoulder.
“Sneaky, but useless.” I steadied my nerves, taunting in a slightly trembling loli voice, “Go on—hit me!”
This provocation wasn’t pointless. Purely tactical. I’d calculated: if I only had one skill use left, I had to eliminate both in one strike.
Now the Crying Face led, Smiling Face trailing, both limping closer. Whenever they converged near me—it was the setup for one to step aside and let the other lunge.
I couldn’t guarantee dodging every time. So I kept them at bay, maintaining a teasing pace to lure the inflatable suits toward the narrow path.
“No wonder everyone escaped safely—you’re so slow.”
It wasn’t that ordinary people were resourceful. The Crying Face and Smiling Face creatures simply gave them an opening. Likely, they’d only killed a few initially due to the crowded chaos. Afterward, nothing.
I gradually reached the narrow path. This gap between two buildings wasn’t for people—it held drainage pipes between the walls.
Extremely narrow. Single-file passage only. Once the inflatable suits squeezed in, they could barely shuffle forward, let alone turn or sidestep.
I slipped in first. “Come on, come on! So mighty earlier? Try your little bait-and-lunge trick again!”
Whether they understood my words or simply lacked intelligence—they actually followed me into the narrow path.
