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The first volume has a slightly stronger taste. Chapter 79: What is this?

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    "Sister Zao? What's wrong?" Makinodong didn't know why the originally good sister suddenly became like this.  Slightly nervous, Makinodong took two steps forward, reached out and patted her shoulder.  "Sister Zao?" "Noit's okay, Dong." She turned her face slightly and showed an indifferent smile to Makino Dong beside her.  It¡¯s just that she probably didn¡¯t know how fake that smile was.  "Quick, pick it up quickly" He squatted down.  "Reallyhow could I not grab it?" Muttering unconsciously, Makino Zao slowly picked up the drink in front of her.  "Huh?" The movement stopped.  "It's okay." Makino Zao slowly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.  "It's okay." Passing it forward, I stuffed the last bottle of drink into the plastic bag.  ¡°Perhaps even she herself has never noticed how embarrassed she looks.  Like a puppy, covered in scars but pretending to be nonchalant.  It must be her, using the wooden sword in her hand to attack those who want to get close to her.  It¡¯s not that he¡¯s being unreasonable, it¡¯s justa subconscious move to protect himself.  Makino Zao "BaiBai-san." Her lips were trembling a little.  She squatted on the ground, looking up at me standing in front of her.  "Take it, next time I won't pick it up for you." "" "Sister Zao?" Makinodong wanted to say something, but she was naturally weak and couldn't even speak loudly.  Baba stood aside.  Looking at Makino Zao squatting on the ground.  "Let's goDong." Standing up, she wiped the corners of her eyes with her remaining left hand and whispered.  "They should be anxious." "ZaoSister Zao!" The panicked shouting failed to make Makino Zao stop.  He bowed to me apologetically, then ran towards Makino Zao, who was carrying a plastic bag, shouting softly.  I was left standing there.  That girl      around one o'clock in the morning.  Today I was particularly energetic and couldn¡¯t fall asleep.  I don¡¯t know, maybe it has something to do with the fact that I drank three cups of coffee just now because I was thirsty.  My eyes were wide open.  Staring at the TV that is almost always placed in every ward.  There are no interesting programs.  It should be said that during this time period, in addition to various meat-selling animations for late-night parties, it is the news that has been broadcast in the morning or noon.  Replay, that¡¯s what it means.  "On June 24, a homicide occurred on xxx Road. The deceased was a single woman, aged approximately 22 to 24 years old" The irrelevant news did not attract my attention.  ¡°I have lost the pleasure of paying attention to this kind of news that appears almost every day.  ¡°How many issues is this since I woke up?  It was a single woman every time, and almost even the method of committing the crime was exactly the same.  It¡¯s nothing more than dying nakedthe lower body being penetrated or something like that.  The lower bodypenetrates?  I suddenly stopped this meaningless rant.  I haven¡¯t forgotten what I just said Yes, the lower body was penetrated.  I'm somewhat interested.  I sat up from the hospital bed and stared at the TV screen.  The remains of the deceased cannot be broadcast openly on television, so there is no other information except oral descriptions of the circumstances of the deceased.  This kind of thing is not my business.  Indeed, the serial murder case, logically speaking, has absolutely nothing to do with me.  But the way the deceased died made me nervous.  There are only two possibilities.  1. The murderer is a pervert who always has strange hobbies.  Second, it can only be a guy similar to that. ????????? Fujii Masamotothat last tentacle-like thing, I stillCan't forget.  ¡° If that¡¯s the case it should be possible to kill the victim without any fierce resistance.  If you really have something to do with that kind of guy, you can't ignore it.     Snapped.  "Who is it?" My thoughts were interrupted.  However, what interrupted my thoughts was a subtle sound. Although it was small enough, it was extremely clear in this silent night.  There is absolutely no way to ignore it.  I stood up.  Walk towards the place where the sound came from.  Window.  The sound similar to "pop" came from this place just now.  Push away.  It¡¯s dark at night, and most people have fallen asleep during this time, so the whole city looks very dark.  It¡¯s like coming to another place.  But, there is nothing strange next to the window.     should say.  Was that sound just now my auditory hallucination?  I¡¯m not sure, there¡¯s not enough evidence for me to be sure that my kind of thing is what I guess. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????id? "You are really making a fuss, Bai Zhukui." I said this sentence like a self-mockery, then shook my head slightly and closed the window again.  The moment the window closed, a gust of wind blew in.  It is obviously summer, but the wind blowing makes me feel cold.  However, I attributed this to the fact that it might be colder at night.  I don¡¯t know since when, I started to forcefully install my own understanding on things that I couldn¡¯t understand, and then I agreed with this concept.  Maybe it¡¯s a phenomenon of escaping.  I often think like this.    ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ about 5 o'clock in the morning.  At this time, most people haven¡¯t gotten up yet.  However, Takayama Kenichi, who gets up early to clean the hospital at this time every day, gets up early and starts one day's work with the tools he used to clean the hospital in the past.  He probably can¡¯t remember how many years he has worked here. He has no wife or children, just like a homeless man.  ??In addition to doing cleaning work in this hospital, of course.  This may be the only thing that can determine the value of his own survival.  Humming an unknown ditty, he was holding a tool in his left hand and a large broom in his right hand.  Because it is a hospital, it needs to be kept clean at all times.  He has almost already planned what he is going to do next.  After finishing the work, we went to have some breakfast and then went to watch some old guys play chess.  This kind of life seems not bad for him. "Huh? What is this?" Suddenly, all the things in his mind have disappeared.  Gao Shan Jianyi looked at the things on the wall of the ward, his wrinkled face already full of doubts.  From the window on the third floor, it extends downward. ? Similar to white, but more like a transparent liquid leaving obvious traces on the wall.  A long mark.  There¡¯s no way to clean this up.  "Really what is this? Is it a prank by the patients?" He subconsciously reached out and touched it. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Slimy.  "It's really disgusting."¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ ps: I find that I am becoming less and less disciplinedI really miss the passion of writing four books in one day when I first wrote a bookall  There are no birds in sight. At this time, I am updating three books a day at most.  Helpless Secondly, it seems that it has been one year since I wrote the book!  applaud!
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