Cynthia’s Cat

This is why Duke has always hated hospitals. Most of the doctors in the hospital are hypocritical people. They wear hypocritical masks and maintain a peaceful relationship with the patient. In fact, they just treat the patient as a guinea pig. Own purpose.

Duke never believed that there are no real good people in this world, because there are common interests that come together. The world of Duke was dark at that time, and he never trusted anyone but himself.

Duke’s life was gloomy when he was a child. He was very unhappy. His emotions had been extremely depressed. After becoming a killer, his depressed mood improved. The pleasure of killing made Duke forget his painful memories.

He wanted to kill these people in his memory very much. Their faces were Duke's most terrifying memories.

When Duke was a child, his mother kept away from him because of his special character. He doesn't have a friend by his side. In fact, he has always been lonely. If he didn't meet Rachel later, Duke might really become an emotional killer.

Duke has been proving that he is not a lunatic for a long time. He desperately absorbs knowledge just to let him know what the world is like. The more Duke knows, the more he hates this world, because there is no one in this world worth his stay.

He even thought about ending his short and boring life. Just when he decided to leave, Rachel appeared. This pale and strong girl broke into Duke's heart for the first time and shook his heart.

Looking at the room painted with white paint, he could even smell the bad paint in the room. Duke's face became very gloomy. Who brought him to the hospital?

Duke unplugged the infusion tube from his hand, and blood flowed out of the wound. He twisted his brows and opened the cup. When he got up, his dizzy head almost made him fall to the ground.

Duke patted his groggy head with his hands, wanting to wake up a little, he wanted to leave here immediately. Due to the rain, Duke's body was very weak, his face was pale and there was no trace of blood, he seemed to be very sick, and he would pass away soon.

Duke stood upright and his body trembled a little, his hands were on the wall and his body didn't fall down, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. Just when Duke was about to faint, an eager roar rang out.

"Why did you get up? Your body is still very weak and now you can't get up. Go back to bed and lie down."

Duke slightly raised his head to look at the female nurse in the white nurse uniform, and then lowered his head silently.

With an anxious look on Natasha's face, she watched the young man stand silently, "What are you doing? You have been in a coma for a week, and your body is very weak. You are about to go back to bed and lie down. Do you want to die? "

"Where is my wooden box?"

Natasha did not hear clearly, "What?"

Duke said somberly, "Where is my wooden box?"

"Wooden box? What kind of wooden box? You didn't have a wooden box in your hand when you were sent. It was a tall man who sent you, and the wooden box may be with him."

A tall man? Duke suddenly thought of the tall, grim-faced man he met in the cemetery. Could that man be the man the nurse said?

The wooden box is very important to him, even more important than his life. Inside the wooden box are the relics left to him by Rachel. These things cannot be thrown away are his last spiritual support.