The happy life of the Doctor and Amiya

In the morning, I was sad to lie on my stomach in bed, although I woke up, the nerve signals seemed to be blocked in my brain, my hands and feet did not want to move, and the thought of facing piles of papers and dealing with strange people was like a tidal wave, and fatigue was like a tidal wave that ate away at the remaining nerves.

I can't really lift my energy...

I stretched out my right hand, and the soft touch came up my forearm.

The quilt was bulging.

It was clearly not my legs, the thing was wriggling, curled up in the covers.

I gasped.

In the next second, the quilt was suddenly lifted, and the man with scars on his face waved the sharp blade in his hand and stabbed me in the heart without saying a word.

The adrenaline rushed to the limit in an instant, and I desperately fell backwards, but I still couldn't avoid the tip of the galloping knife.

The man sneered at my face and stabbed my decaying body again and again.

There was only a smug smile on his face, without the slightest fear.

I was in a state of confusion, as if I had just arrived on the island, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

There was no pain, just a blurring of consciousness -

I fell into a sea of darkness.

The feeling of suffocation and the fear of the darkness of the ocean floor churned in the sea of consciousness, and suddenly a white light lit up in the abyss, accompanied by a crisp

ding,

the air purification system made a low humming sound, and when I opened my eyes, I was lying on the bed, my body intact, and the familiar ceiling in front of me.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his body, and he stretched out his hand, and the soft touch hit again—the

quilt was raised.

My expression suddenly distorted.

The memory of being stabbed to death slowly wakes up, it is like an unrealistic dream, people always say that the dream will be forgotten in an instant if you don't recall it after getting up, but this memory is extraordinarily clear...

The man's crazy eyes, the cracked corners of his mouth with a smile, the endless slashes without hesitation, the splatters of flesh and the gore that skewered into the nose -

I didn't dare to move.

He moved quietly, little by little, towards me.

When the quilt was lifted, the scar man who suddenly appeared, the sharp blade held high, and the arrogant smile were all the same as before.

At the last moment, I turned around, and the knife did not hit me, but stabbed deep into the bed, and the man in front of me looked at me with some surprise.

He reacted immediately, and his huge hands grabbed my neck.

I tried to make him feel frightened, but to no avail, his hand became harder and harder, and my breathing became harder, and my consciousness turned away from me again...

I shook my hands and feet wildly, my face shaking my head blue, but the corners of his mouth widened, perhaps to him it was nothing more than the useless struggle of his prey before death...

There was a tearing sound of flesh under the man, and the dagger in my hand stabbed firmly into his heart.

He didn't expect to leave the scene like this, the expression on his face froze, his hands were hard and loose, and he rolled off the bed with a blank face.

Skillfully disemboweled, the tip of the knife pierced into the neck, twisted, and death confirmed.

I pulled the walkie-talkie out of my arms and tried to dial Amiya's number, but there was no answer.

A hint of uneasiness crossed my mind.

Try dialing Kelsey's....

No response.

I slammed the door open and rushed to the cafeteria, where I usually eat.

The huge hall was empty.

I didn't slow down, and ran down the hallway like crazy.

I stopped in front of the door of the operating room, the guy was always here, and when I opened the door, I was always greeted by a disdainful look, but he didn't forget to remind me to remember to check my body...

The operating room was empty, except for the white, shiny walls and various instruments that had been de-powered in the center of the room.

They were silent, and I was silent.