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In the morning, the sunlight poured in from the window, illuminating the whole room. Zhuang Wei opened his hazy eyes and vaguely saw a woman standing next to the bed.

"Wang Ma! You are finally here. I have been waiting for you for several days..."

He jumped up in surprise, but stopped abruptly when he saw the person clearly.

"Why is it you?" He leaned against the bed with a bored expression.

"Dang!" Ivy put down the thermos bucket in her hand angrily, and sat lazily beside Zhuang Wei's bed, "Who else besides me will care about your life and death?"

Rolling her eyes, she pinched her throat and said angrily, "Are you waiting for your mother-in-law? She ran away long ago."

Before she finished speaking, someone grabbed her throat. Zhuang Wei had a sinister look on his face, but he didn't have much strength in his hands.

But this was not very comfortable. Ivy rolled her eyes and reached out to pat Zhuang Wei's arm.

"Stop freaking out and let go."

Hearing this, Zhuang Weimiao changed his face and took back his hand with a smile.

"This doesn't scare you at all. You are really brave, little Weiwei."

Ivy touched her face irritably. It was difficult to recover from this face. It was bleeding just now. She didn't know if it would be more serious.

"Come on, I've been with you for so long, and I still don't know what your virtues are?"

Zhuang Wei naturally picked up the thermos bucket on the bedside, opened it, and when he saw the food inside, he clicked his tongue in disgust, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

He said somewhat vaguely, "Then you have to be careful. You know people but not their hearts. Maybe I will really strangle you to death next time."

He was talking while eating, and the food in his mouth spurted out. Ivy rolled her eyes again and sat on the corner of the bed.

"Stop making such jokes, we are friends."

She took out the nail polish from her pocket and slowly applied it on her nails.

The white fingers, dotted with bright red nail polish, looked particularly charming.

"It's still a bit bad." Ivy was not satisfied with the effect, pulling the sheets and rubbing her nails vigorously.

"The ones dyed with that girl's blood looked better." There was a weird smile on her lips, and she turned to look at Zhuang Wei, "Awei, can you use Mother Wang's blood to dye my nails next time?"

Zhuang Wei stopped eating for a moment, and the sound of the iron spoon pounding rice became louder, "No, I want the intact body and then preserve it."

Ivy pouted for a moment and was about to get angry. Zhuang Wei continued, "But I can give you her granddaughter."

"If you are younger, you will look better if you dye it."

The newly raised anger dissipated in an instant, and Ivy smiled happily and nodded repeatedly.

After the topic was over, the only sound left in the ward was the sound of Zhuang Wei eating.

I don’t know when two birds stopped outside the window, laughing and playing on the branches. Even Ivy, who was concentrating on playing with her nails, was also attracted.

"Tell me, how did we become so fast?" She suddenly spoke, her voice light and soft.

"Obviously we just ate and played on the street every day before. Later, when we felt bored, we bullied others and didn't do anything too excessive."

Zhuang Wei thought about the first few people who were bullied to the point of depression, and it seemed that it was quite excessive.

"After killing someone, I feel like my mentality has changed. All the things I did before felt too mundane and boring."

Ivy held her chin in her hands and thought seriously. She stretched out her bright red finger and pointed out the window.

"Just like when I saw those birds before, I thought, 'Wow, they're so cute.'"

She smiled slightly and retracted her finger, "Now I wonder, if I took off their wings, would they still be able to scream so happily?"

"Yeah, the little girl who liked to make a blushing face is gone." Zhuang Wei agreed, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

The relationship between the two of them is different from the others. They play together, and the others only join their small group later.

Ivy smashed the nail polish in her hand against the window, and the loud noise instantly scared the two birds away.

She held her hands behind her back and looked up at Xiang Zhuang Wei, "That damn old woman hasn't been here for so many days. Is she really dead outside?"

"Are you scared?" Zhuang Wei raised his eyebrows.

"I was a little scared at first, but now the scar is healed and I have forgotten the pain, and I am looking forward to it."

When Ivy said this, she was still smiling. Suddenly her eyes narrowed and she stared at the edge of Zhuang Wei's bed.

Did she see some white fur just now?

Zhuang Wei dug a deep spoonful and stuffed his cheeks with rice, "Don't say that. If your crow's mouth works, that dead old woman will really show up."

As he was talking, he was chewing his rice. When he saw Ivy staring at one place, he also looked over curiously.

Nothing?Zhuang Wei scratched his head, but the next scene shocked him so much that he almost choked to death on the mouthful of rice he didn't swallow.

I saw a white head slowly emerging from the head of his bed, and a dirty old lady got out from under the bed. No one knew when she hid in, not even Zhuang Wei who had been sleeping here.

"I heard that you missed me?" The old lady held the edge of the bed and looked at the two of them expressionlessly.

Ivy turned pale with fright and was about to scream. The old lady immediately rushed over, took something out of her arms and stuffed it into her mouth.

Those unspoken screams were immediately blocked, leaving only whimpers and vague retching sounds.

Zhuang Wei took a closer look and saw that there was a big white steamed bun stuffed in Ivy's mouth. It could be seen that someone had forced it into her mouth.

After all, Ivy's mouth, which she had carefully taken care of for several days, split again.

Moyou clapped his hands and said proudly to 33, "Look, no food is wasted now."

She has been carrying this steamed bun for several days.

As a southerner, eating several steamed buns in a row still puts too much stock in myself. I couldn't eat the last one, but I didn't want to waste it, so I kept it with me.

Now this comes in handy.

The smell of sour buns and the tearing feeling at the corner of her mouth made Ivy endure psychological and physical torture.

Fortunately, this torture didn't last long. She quickly closed her eyes and fell to the ground.

Moyou picked her up so that she wouldn't make too much noise.

Seeing that something was not going well, Zhuang Wei was anxious and wanted to shout for someone, but his mouth was still full of rice. The more he hurriedly swallowed, the more he couldn't swallow it.

He saw that dead old woman taking out a paper bag from her sleeve and waved it directly to him.

The dust flew down and was inhaled into his nose.

Zhuang Wei felt dizzy and his consciousness began to become unclear.

Just before closing, he saw the door to the ward opened and several people walked in. His first reaction was that he was going to be saved.

But when he saw those people, like old women, standing still and waiting for him to close his eyes, he realized that they were in the same group.