Chapter 593 There Are People in the Bedroom

Banzhuang was a male nurse in the hospital.

Ever since he and his colleague, Apai, came back from cleaning up the body late last night, he had been feeling unwell, cold and chilly.

He was a male nurse in the hospital. He knew that he had been caught in the rain all night and had a cold and a fever.

Originally, he thought that he was just having a little cold, so he would be fine with some medicine.

However, he found that after he took the cold medicine, not only did his cold not recover, but his body became more and more uncomfortable. He really couldn't hold himself up, so at noon, he asked Apai, his classmate and colleague, to take over his work. After that, he asked for leave early and went home to rest.

Banzhuang slept in a daze all afternoon until it was dark before he woke up thirsty.

I'm going to get up and drink some water.

Then he continued to lie down in his warm bed and sleep.

Patter, patter, the sound of slippers. Banzhuang got out of bed, put on plastic slippers, and walked on the floor...

Boom! Boom!

Banzhuang drank several glasses of water in a row, then felt his dry throat and felt better, but the cold on his body did not show any signs of improvement.

He turned around and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he saw himself in the mirror, he was almost shocked.

He looked pale in the mirror, even paler than the foundation... It was that kind of pale white.

Corpses!!

That's right, just like the skin color of the corpses he carried last night, which was soaked in the rain and turned pale after soaking.

At this moment, Banzhuang only felt that his whole body had no strength, and his mind was in a daze. He just wanted to lie back in bed and sleep.

Maybe if you take the medicine again at night and sleep, your cold will get better...

I must have been too tired from work these past few days. Every day I work overtime, overtime, overtime, my body is weak, I need to take a good rest...

At this moment, the mentally fatigued Banzhuang, whose brain was sluggish, only wanted to have a good sleep.

So, he stroked his cold forehead, dragged his heavy body back to the bedroom, and lay back under the warm blanket.

In a daze... Banzhuang could feel the lights flashing through the bedroom window from time to time. It was probably the lights of a car driving on the road outside the house...

Banzhuang closed his eyes several times, but couldn't sleep at all. He lay in bed tossing and turning, and kept sleeping as fast as possible. But the more he wanted to sleep, the more he couldn't sleep.

He covered his head with the quilt, then suffocated and took it away.

Then he covered himself with the quilt and suffocated himself again.

After so many times, Banzhuang, who couldn't bear to be disturbed, was a little annoyed. He threw it away and said, "Damn it! What's going on outside today? Why are the lights flashing all the time?"

Banzhuang was angry. What happened to the road outside the house today? Why were there so many cars driving around today? The glaring lights flashed into his bedroom through the window, making him so upset that he couldn't sleep at all.

The cheap and thin curtain in the bedroom could not stop the lights.

So Banzhuang got up and stormed to the window, wheezing!

Pull the curtains roughly.

As a result, the road outside the curtains was dark and a few streetlights were scattered. They could not transmit much light through the rain at night.

Only a few shops that were open and operated had bright lights waiting to shine on the road outside.

At this moment, the road, there are no cars coming and going, even passers-by can not see, only the cold night scene in the rainy weather, cold, lonely and particularly quiet.

Looking at the bleak night on the road, Banzhuang was a little dazed.

Just now, when he was lying in bed sleeping, there were many cars driving outside. The lights were so bright that he couldn't sleep. Why did all the lights suddenly disappear?

"Am I hallucinating because I have a bad cold?"

Banzhuang was a little suspicious.

He stood by the windowsill for a while to observe the road outside the window, then shook his head, which was hurt by a cold, pulled the curtain, and went back to bed.

However, just as banzhuang was lying down, the light from the window began to shine into the bedroom of banzhuang.

It was like a car coming and going, and every once in a while, a light shone into his bedroom.

Banzhuang didn't want to pay attention this time. He directly covered his head with the quilt, but he couldn't breathe. After Banzhuang failed several times to cover his head with the quilt, he angrily lifted the quilt and got out of bed again to come to the window.

But something strange happened.

Just as he got out of bed, the light outside the window disappeared again.

It was as if he had suddenly appeared and disappeared.

At this time, the road outside the window was still that cold, rainy night, not to mention the car, there was not even a passerby on the road.

It was as if the sight of cars coming and going, and the lights often flickering into his bedroom, were all his own hallucinations.

"Was it really an illusion that I was too tired and had a bad cold?"

Banzhuang could not help but start to doubt himself.

This time, after he lay down, he decided to stop caring about the outside and cover his head with the quilt, leaving only a small gap for his mouth to breathe.

"Suck..."

"Hoo..."

"Suck..."

"Hoo..."

...

In a daze, Banzhuang seemed to feel something and blinked his eyes.

Banzhuang had been sleeping so lightly that he woke up immediately.

There was a light coming in through a crack in the quilt that he had left behind. The light flickered once in a while, and then again. It was this light that woke him up.

"Damn it! Who the hell is this prank!!"

Banzhuang complained. He felt that someone must be playing tricks on him. Otherwise, why would the light shine on him as soon as he lay down?

But the next second, Banzhuang's scalp exploded, and in an instant, his whole body was cold and shivering, because he suddenly remembered that his bed was a certain distance from the window. He was lying on his side with his feet facing the window and face facing the wall.

There was only a cold wall in front of him.

So, where did the light come from?

In the corner of his bedroom! There was a second person!

Banzhuang almost bit his tongue at the thought, his heart beating fast, like a drum, but his body was cold from head to toe, as cold as an ice cellar.

His hair stood on end.

People shivered under the covers.

Banzhuang held his breath. He was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe at all. He opened some quilt gaps with one hand and pressed the other against the corner of the quilt. He controlled the gap between the quilts not to open too wide.

But the lights were not turned on in the bedroom, and the view was too dim. The corner of the bedroom was so dark that Banzhuang could not see clearly.

He curled up in the quilt, one hand pressing against the corner of the quilt, tightly covering his mouth, and the other hand opening the gap in the quilt a little... A little more...

The next second, Banzhuang shivered and his eyes were filled with fear. He wanted to shout for help, but it was as if his throat had been choked.

A pair of human eyes, squatting by his bed...

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