Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

【On the surveillance screen】

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

"Back to a fun home."

Deng Liya looked at Jiang Wanqing with a very complicated look and a strange smile on her face.

As soon as Jiang Wanqing raised her head, she immediately put on a harmless smile.

"Let's go, Jiang, I'll take you home."

Deng Liya took Jiang Wanqing's hand and led her quickly towards the ward gate.

Behind them, a nurse holding a treatment tray called out to the two of them.

"Wait a minute! Where are you going?"

The nurse followed and stared at Deng Liya and Jiang Wanqing's holding hands with a suspicious look on her face.

"Patients in the psychiatric ward are not allowed to come and go freely. Who are you to her?"

Deng Liya, who was with her back to him, had a gloomy look in her eyes. As she turned her head slightly, the fierceness on her face disappeared, replaced by a pure smile.

"Miss Nurse, I'm Jiang Wanqing's best friend. Can't I take her out for a ride?"

"She suffers from depression. In addition to medication, the company of friends is also very important."

"I want to take her out for a walk. Maybe it will help her recover. Staying in the ward all day would make anyone depressed."

Deng Liya's voice was sweet, and the corners of her lips slowly curled up.

Fortunately, she did some research online in order to get a certificate for pretending to have depression. She knew that given Jiang Wanqing's current condition, she would not refute her.

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Wanqing with a smile as warm as the sun: "You are right, my best friend."

Jiang Wanqing lowered her head and didn't react much, but kept repeating in her mind what Deng Liya had just said, that she would take her home.

Deng Liya couldn't help but smile triumphantly.

The nurse looked at Deng Liya up and down for a moment with a skeptical look on her face.

Judging from the brand-name clothes she is wearing, she must be a rich person.

I seem to have heard gossip from other colleagues that the patient in bed 13 is of extraordinary status.

"My best friend? Do you have any evidence? Show it to me."

The nurse adheres to the principle that it is always right to ask more questions.

Deng Liya immediately took out the photos from her mobile phone album and enlarged the photo.

There are about seven or eight people in the photo. It was a dinner photo taken at a class party during freshman year.

At that time, Song Churan had not yet pursued Jiang Wanqing, so the atmosphere seemed quite harmonious.

The nurse glanced at the photo and then at the two people's faces.

After a moment, she pointed to a folder on the nurse's desk.

"When you take her out, you have to register and write down your name, phone number, relationship to the patient, and the reason for going out."

"This isn't an ordinary inpatient area. Although it's not as strict as upstairs, everyone still has to register before they're allowed in."

"Okay!" Deng Liya picked up the pen and wrote quickly in the registration book.

[Name: Song Churan, Phone: xxxxxx......]

"It's done, here." Deng Liya handed the registration book to the nurse with a smile on her face.

The nurse took the registration book and glanced at it casually with her head down: "Well, you must come back within two hours, and... "

Before she could finish, the moment she looked up, Deng Liya pulled Jiang Wanqing out of the ward.

"Tsk, this bestie is really anxious, like she's afraid she won't be able to take the person away."

The nurse turned around and spoke to her colleague sitting at the nurse's station.

"By the way, I just received a notification in the group that the surveillance camera on the basement floor of the hospital is broken and is under repair. Don't go to the entire floor. There's no one guarding it today."

"Why would I go to the basement?" another nurse laughed. "That's the morgue."

......

Deng Liya pulled Jiang Wanqing's arm and walked forward. Her hand was deliberately clenched on the place where Jiang Wanqing had cut her wrist, causing pain.

But Jiang Wanqing didn't react at all, she was very numb.

"It seems that he is seriously ill."

Deng Liya smiled coldly, shook off Jiang Wanqing's numb arm, and pushed her into the elevator from behind.

Jiang Wanqing staggered, staggered a few steps, and almost fell down.

She held onto the wall of the elevator, motionless, with her head down.

"Oh, where should I send you to relieve the hatred in my heart?"

Deng Liya clasped her hands in front of her chest, her nails painted with bright red nail polish. She tapped her elbows from time to time, her eyes cold and fierce.

Her eyes fell on the elevator floor navigation.

The morgue on the underground floor.

Really... the morgue?

Deng Liya's eyes were filled with poison, vicious and ferocious, and her drooping eyelashes cast a heavy shadow under her eyes.

Satisfied, she pressed the button for the basement floor.

It would be best to lock her up and turn her into a real lunatic.

The elevator door banged open, and only a dim white light was on in the corridor, flickering.

"Oh my god." Deng Liya couldn't help but clutch her chest, her heart almost in her throat. "This damn place is really as famous as it is."

Jiang Wanqing didn't react much.

Because for her at this moment, even if she stands under the sun, she will feel that the world is dark.

She was pulled inside by Deng Liya.

The corridor was dark and eerie, with no windows. A cold wind blew from nowhere, making Deng Liya shiver.

There are no windows on the underground floor, only the row of white lights on the ceiling illuminate the road ahead.

There were also a few lights flickering, adding a touch of horror to the atmosphere.

It seemed as if a long-haired female ghost suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor in the next second.

Even the air here is dead.

Deng Liya pushed open a door, and a creaking sound instantly rang out in the quiet corridor, which was particularly harsh.

"Oh my god, I was scared to death."

Deng Liya covered her chest with one hand and grabbed Jiang Wanqing's wrist with the other, screaming in fright.

In the morgue, there are rows of metal refrigerators.

On the cold iron platform in the center was a body covered with a white cloth, which had just been left.

Usually, this place is watched over by a special guard.

Today the surveillance camera on the underground floor broke down.

To avoid trouble, the hospital changed the place where the bodies were stored to a morgue in another building, and the guards also moved there.

Deng Liya let go of Jiang Wanqing's hand, and her face turned cold under the dim light.

"Jiang Wanqing, ah Jiang Wanqing, you've caused me so much trouble."

"Do you know that I was expelled from the university because of you?!"

Jiang Wanqing looked at her expressionlessly, her brows slightly furrowed.

Deng Liya continued with resentment, "It's because of you! It's all because of you!"

"You snatched Song Churan away, and you tried to seduce Gu Shiche. Now he's abandoned you, right? Humph, you really take yourself seriously."

"Jiang Wanqing, you've done so many bad things, and now you're getting your comeuppance! That's why you have this bullshit depression!"

Her face was sinister, and her dark eyes were sinister and charming, filled with an intense and indissoluble disgust.

"I'm speechless. Couldn't you have been dumped by Gu Shiche earlier? That way I wouldn't have been fired."

Deng Liya approached step by step and pushed Jiang Wanqing's shoulder.

Jiang Wanqing lost her balance and her waist hit the iron platform, pulling out a corner of the white cloth covering the corpse, revealing her bloodless feet.

Deng Liya was so frightened that she turned around and ran out.

She ran to the door and slammed it shut.

There was a lock on the door handle. Deng Liya turned the lock directly and then pulled the door hard with her hands.

The door didn't budge and seemed unable to be opened.

A cold wind blew against her back, and Deng Liya hugged herself and shivered all over.

"Hurry up and leave, this damn place is not clean."

Before leaving, she did not forget to spit towards the room where Jiang Wanqing was locked.

"Bitch, just die in there. It will save us some manpower to move you."

Then, Deng Liya trotted into the elevator, pressing the elevator closing button repeatedly.

The elevator door slammed shut.

The door of another elevator slowly opened at the same time.

The person in charge of guarding this floor stepped out of the elevator humming a little tune, and the keys on his waist clinked against each other, making a jingling sound.

He walked to the morgue where Jiang Wanqing was imprisoned, saw that the door was locked, and touched his head in confusion.

"When did I lock the door?"

"It seems I'm getting older, and my memory has been getting worse lately."

The guard scratched the back of his head and walked out without thinking much.

In the dark room, Jiang Wanqing sat on the ground, hugging herself tightly.

Her back was wet with cold sweat and she began to fall into extreme emotions.

Jiang Wanqing's body began to spasm and twitch uncontrollably.

She couldn't speak and could only shout in her heart.

"Help...help me."

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[I swear, I won't be sad anymore after this. If I continue to be sad, I will delete this paragraph.]