When I woke up, the little nurse was gone.
There is also a nurse in a white coat in the room with wrinkles on her face. She is a big nurse.
Her skin is not white and her eyes are not big. I don't want to kill her. Besides, the knife is missing.
I guess the little nurse took it to play.
I'm willing to guess because I'm afraid she'll report it.
Of course, this possibility is not ruled out.
The little nurse must be on her way to the public security bureau. This "big" nurse must be sent to watch me.
I began to plan to escape from this hospital and kill the little nurse before she gave me up.
I said I wanted to drink water, and the nurse fell down.
I got up sideways, ran to the window and climbed onto the windowsill ... Unfortunately, I forgot that my ward was on the seventh floor ...
I had to go back to bed in despair and find another good plan.
I only wore a pair of red briefs when climbing the window, and the wind rushed at the sight of my naked body.
When I went back to bed, I kept sneezing.
It wasn't the little nurse who was afraid that I would give her a cold, so she quickly put on a mask. Later, she was worried and left.
I think this is a good opportunity.
Drawing on the experience of the first failed escape, I put on the clothes on the hanger first, and then rushed out of the door and left.
After several turns, I still couldn't find the exit, but I accidentally met the little nurse.
She stared at me with big eyes and said, "The toilet is just around the corner."
I gasped: "someone goes to the toilet, I want to see you!" " ! ! "
The little nurse froze.
I said, "Give me my knife back!"
The little nurse giggled and said, "You are so funny."
I looked around and saw that there was no one around, and my face was fierce.
I think there should be no problem ... strangling this little nurse.
I tried to fight, but the little nurse took a knife out of her pocket.
Hesitated, had to temporarily dare not make a move-she has a weapon in her hand.
The little nurse asked, "Is this it?"
I replied, "Yes, yes, give it back to me!"
She seems to be very interested in my knife, because she actually asked, "Will you give it to me?"
I am helpless and depressed: "You have the knife, just say what you want."
Then the little nurse took me back to the ward.
The word "escort" was used because she held the murder weapon tightly in her hand.
Sitting in the hospital bed, I stared at the little nurse, wondering how to kill this alive.
The little nurse glanced at me and said, "What are you looking at? Hate! "
I know she hates me, because I am a prepared murderer, and I will kill her to shut her up.
Of course, she doesn't know my attempt, and she can't know it. I have to kill her by surprise, if I kill her by surprise.
The little nurse looked at the sign on the bedside and read my name. I'm not showing weakness. I looked at the sign on her chest and read her name.
The little nurse snorted and then made a face at me.
The face made by the little nurse is not scary at all, but cute, which makes me want to kill her again.
For the next two days, we have been working against each other day and night.