After a while, Su Qingyu heard something moving slowly under her bed, like footsteps, or the sound of soles of feet scraping against the ground.
She began to pretend to sleep.
Then, I could hear the sound of faint breathing and sucking water, intermittently, and if I didn't listen carefully, I couldn't hear it at all.
When Su Qingyu woke up the next day, she saw two long bloodstains on the ground. The cold coffee on the table had disappeared, and on her table there was a key and a white towel.
The white towel looks very similar to the one that Su Qingyu helped An Jialu fish out from the sewer yesterday.
There are still red marks on it.
Su Qingyu put away the two things and went to the next bed to touch the hidden bellyband.
Miraculously, the bellyband disappeared.
Wenxue Tea is preparing for the cultural and entertainment performance on Monday.
On Monday, the dean will inspect the work of the entire hospital.
All volunteers are required to perform for the elderly on that day.
Wen Xuecha is very good at the home dance. She has a sweet smile and dances lively and energetically. Even during rehearsal, she would attract a group of elderly people in the nursing home to watch.
If it weren't for the fact that volunteers with poor performance would disappear inexplicably, Wen Xuecha would not dance for these damn old men and women.
She learned these dances in order to open a maid cafe near the school, do live broadcasts, take advantage of the short video trend, and earn some living expenses for her college expenses, as well as reap the piggy banks of a group of otakus.
Then something strange happened and the beautiful plan was put on hold.
Wen Xuecha remembered that when he was in school, his teacher told him that he should study hard and everything he learned would play an unexpected role at some point in the future.
Now, Wen Xuecha looked at the elderly people around her. They stretched their heads, opened their cloudy eyes, and their eyelids did not move, just like dying trees absorbing the last bit of water.
She complained in her heart that this effect was indeed unexpected.
Zhu Yu was getting antibiotics from the infirmary. She also needed to balance the bill to avoid being punished if discovered.
The doctor appeared silently behind her, startling her so much that she almost dropped the antibiotics in her hand.
He was wearing a white coat, a blue mask, and black-framed glasses. The lenses were reflective and his face could not be seen clearly.
"Be careful." A pair of cold fingers touched Zhu Yu's wrist, and then looked at the wound on her arm, "How did your hand get hurt?"
Zhu Yu felt the cool temperature at his wrist, extending along his skin to his limbs and bones.
She pulled her hand back and said:
"It's good that it wasn't done by the sick old people here." The doctor walked to the cabinet behind Zhu Yu and took out two scalpels with a cold glow. "You know, the old people here are always not very honest. If they don't cooperate with our work, you can be a little harsh on them."
The doctor gently lifted Zhu Yu's chin with a scalpel, the cold blade touched her skin, and the tip of the blade was pointed at her throat. Zhu Yu opened her eyes wide, swallowed gently, then looked at the doctor nervously, not daring to speak.
The doctor smiled and said, "You are the most valuable asset of this nursing home. You can't get hurt easily."