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Canned Rose Fish(12)(2/2)

In the dream, he came to his brother's ward as usual. The window of the hospital bed was wide open, and the cold wind blew the snow catkins into the room.

The younger brother who was unable to move freely in the hospital bed was gone. Instead, there was a contract sheet, which was placed flat on the pillow where the younger brother slept.

Qi Jiu picked up the contract form, but the words on it were like flowing blocks of color. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see clearly what was on the contract. Qi Jiu realized something, and his heart suddenly beat violently.

It's a dream, and it's a weird dream.

The next second, the ward call bell rang, Qi Zhu held an incomprehensible contract in his hand, and the collapsed hospital building gradually melted...

"Ding ding ding——"

The communicator vibrated next to the pillow. Qi Jiu opened his eyes in the employee dormitory. It only took him half a second to wake up completely, and then quickly picked up the communicator——

A series of strange characters were displayed on the screen that was supposed to be receiving no signal.

"Hello?" Qi Jiu connected to the communicator, his voice was a little hoarse as he had just woken up.

No one answered on the other end of the communicator, only Qi Qiu's slightly rapid breathing spread in the dead silence.

"Hello," Qi Qiu's voice quickly returned to calmness, "This is employee No. 7 of dormitory 1079."

There was still silence on the other end of the communicator. Qi Jiu pricked up his ears. The place where the other party was was seemed to be very quiet. There was neither the sound of waves nor the howling wind.

"Hey, please talk." Qi Jiu waited patiently for almost a minute.

Finally, a low voice came from the other end of the communicator——

"I'm looking forward to your performance."

Qi Jiu's pupils dilated slightly, and through the weak current of the communicator, the other party's voice sounded exactly like his.

Is it a prank?

"Who are you?" Qi Jiu's hand holding the communicator was unconsciously straining, and his palms were soaked with sweat.

"Are you the one who killed me?" Qi Jiu asked the other party bluntly.
Chapter completed!
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