Walking Dead: Fight Till Dawn

To be honest, I have no way to believe, one or a group of people who are monitoring themselves.

After confirming that the lock of the room was safe, I took advantage of Xia Xia and grandma to walk outside, and walked slowly towards the doctor's office.

There is only a young male doctor and a female nurse chatting in the office.

Seeing me coming in, the little nurse grinned, with crooked eyes and a small tiger tooth. She looked very lovable: "What's the matter?"

I quickly swept the room around and said, "Oh, it's okay, I'm the only one left in the ward. I want to come and chat with someone."

When I first came, I saw that there are monitors everywhere, but I don’t know where I can see those surveillance videos. As long as I can find the opportunity to see it, I can know who put that piece of paper on us. It's under the door of the ward.

As soon as the little nurse heard it, he immediately pulled the chair aside and gave me: "Come, come, sit down and say."

A momentary displeasure flashed across the male doctor's face, and I pursed my lips and smiled, which seemed to have delayed other people's affairs.

I quickly swept the house around, and found that there was no computer here, and there were piles of files on each desk, which seemed a little messy.

It seems impossible to see monitoring here.

After talking nonsense with the little nurse, I stood up and said to them: "I'll see if grandma is back, you guys will be busy first, don't bother."

The little nurse was still a little dumbfounded by my sudden attitude, but the male doctor on the side was already smiling, and even stood up and spoke to me perfunctorily: "Okay, remember to let the patient wear more clothes. This season is easy. By the wind."

Waved with them, I walked toward the door with a smile on my face, but I didn't notice that a man in a hospital gown who entered the door ran into it head-on.

The man was very thin, and I didn't feel much after such a hit, he first stepped back and choked for several steps.

"Are you okay?" Seeing his pale face, I was really worried that such a collision would knock him out.

The man was very timid. Hearing my question, he immediately lowered his head and said in a weak voice, "No...nothing..."

"No... I said you are really okay?" I didn't think there was anything but his voice made me think he must be something.

Seeing me stepping forward and trying to help him, the man immediately looked like a ghost, hid a few steps to one side, waved his hand again and again: "It's okay, it's okay..."

The doctor in the room heard the movement outside. When he turned his head and saw the man, he said, "Bed thirty-six? What's the matter?"

The man curled his neck and looked at me, then looked at the doctor in the room, and then said for a long time: "I feel...some chest tightness..."

With a sound, the doctor picked up the stethoscope and motioned to him.

The man glanced at me several times before turning around and walking towards the doctor.

Staring at his back, I suddenly noticed a stain on his cuff.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the man more before turning around and walking back to the ward.

Grandma and Xia Xia hadn't come back yet, so I put the two papers and the doll away and put them under the bed again.

Then stood on the balcony and looked down.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he opened the door again and walked towards the doctor's office.

The man is no longer in that room.

The young male doctor was not there either, only the little nurse was dozing off on his stomach.

Noting the sound of my footsteps, she turned her head and glanced, grinning and asking, "What's the matter?"

To be honest, I really like this little nurse, who always smiles and makes people feel very kind.

"It's nothing, just can't worry about the person I just hit...he seems to be very sick, and he doesn't know if there is anything."

Hearing that, the nurse immediately smiled knowingly: "Oh, he, don't worry, it's okay. His chest tightness was caused by the medicine, and it has nothing to do with you."

Seeing her getting the bait, I immediately moved closer: "What kind of illness does he have? You have to find a doctor by yourself. Is there no one to take care of him?"

The little nurse heard the words and said: "His wife is here to take care of him, but I think...it should be said that it is more appropriate for him to take care of his wife."

"why do you say so?"

"Because his wife...it feels...something is wrong here." The little nurse pointed to her head.

"Oh~~" I extended the voice and responded, nodding my head and making a very curious look: "What is the problem with his wife?"

"It's always feeling weird. You can't see other people's children, and hold your hands when you see it."

When I heard this, I almost understood, and smiled and nodded: "What's the matter? Maybe she just likes children purely."

"You don't know." Seeing that I didn't care, the little nurse waved her hand hurriedly: "She's the kind of person who can't take away her life and death as long as she holds it in her hand. She puts her pacifier into other children's mouth, regardless of whether she has it Milk, whether others eat it or not, as long as there are children in their hands, do so."

Then before I could speak, the little nurse answered, "But, one thing, as long as she hears the child crying, she doesn’t need to be snatched by others, she will let go. As long as the child is crying, she will sit in the original place. The ground didn't say a word."

"What happened later?" I asked.

"What happened later? After she was rushed to the pediatrics department to make a fuss, her husband was sent from the third floor to the fourth floor. The couple arranged a special ward. They stayed in the house and did not go out on weekdays. Even the meals are brought to them by those of us who go to buy them."

I laughed: "Thanks to you, otherwise this man would have had a hard time."

The little nurse also sighed: "How should I say, different people have different lives, although the woman is crazy and the man looks timid, but the couple is in a good relationship, and the woman is normal most of the time. Give it back to him. He who beats his back and pinches his feet does not dislike anything."

I nodded and asked, "Which ward are they in?"

The little nurse looked at me in surprise: "I live next door to you."

I think I almost know the truth behind this seemingly terrifying and supernatural incident.

To say that it is the truth, it is more like a farce.

A farce with love and consideration, but accidentally disturbing others.

That night, I deliberately didn't sleep late at night, and after the night, I heard the faint cry of the child again.

It's just that compared to the horror of last night, this will be more of a kind of comfort.

I got up and opened the door gently, walked to the door of the next ward, glanced at the paper in my hand, and then bent over and stuffed it through the crack of the door.

There is a paragraph on the letter.

"Dear Sir, I don’t know how to call you, but I believe that everything you do is not malicious, and I believe you don’t know how to call me, but I also hope you can believe that I don’t have anything to you. Of malice.

If this method allows your wife to go to bed earlier, then I will definitely not interrupt you.

I hope you and your wife can recover soon.

Greetings from a stranger. ’

At the end of the letter, I learned that the man drew a big smiling face.

Make the whole letter look kind and close.

The man noticed this man because he accidentally rubbed the ink marks of the oily pen on the cuff.

The gown on his body is not dirty, and the smell of washing powder is clean, so the stain that cannot be washed off on the cuff is particularly conspicuous.

People will have a unique aura that represents themselves. Before I saw this man, I thought there might be some crazy people, and sick people are plotting some conspiracy based on this reason.

But after seeing him, or the stain on his cuffs, I found out that I was thinking about people and things too complicatedly, maybe this whole thing was just a patient doing for his also sick lover The trivial things in love.

The light on the second floor was broken, and he put the taped doll there to be the least likely to be spotted.

Others will be seen in the light no matter where they are placed.

After stuffing the letter into his room, I didn't feel sleepy, but turned and walked towards the corridor in front of the stairwell.

There is a row of chairs where you can sit and rest your legs.

As soon as I turned to the corridor, I saw that the doctor from last night was sitting in the same position in the same sitting posture.

He turned his head to see me and did not speak.

I stared at him twice, then stepped forward and sat down on the chair beside him: "What is Doctor Xiaopeng doing sitting here?"

As if he hadn't heard the cry of the child from the sky, he looked at me and said, "What is this family member doing here?"

I smiled: "Maybe Dr. Xiaopeng doesn't understand, I'm a part-timer to catch ghosts."

The doctor was stunned and then laughed: "Then, did this family member catch a ghost?"

I shrugged: "I caught a blue puppy."

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