Chapter Forty-Nine: All Dead

These three nurses are made of paper!

But they're a little bit away from me, I'm not sure.

This kind of paper is not like the colored paper of the paper shop, but like a kind of kraft paper.

Why? The main thing is that their clothes and faces really make me think in that direction, because they all have a small hole in their foreheads.

The hole couldn't see the contents of the head, but it could see a swarthy patch.

Actually, I'm still quite skeptical about these three nurses, because I always feel that their identities must be a little simpler than mine.

In that case, they must have died like pheasants when they were recruited into that madhouse

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