I was staring narcissistically in the mirror while shaking my head in satisfaction.
My mother and the man had just left, so I had taken clean and new clothes and a bathrobe and entered the bathroom in the room.
When you notice, your current face is seriously very similar to my previous life!
The differences were hair color, eye color, eyelashes, and even my eyebrows being white.
If it weren't for these changes, I certainly wouldn't feel so strange.
Alright...
Let's wash.
Everything went smoothly except for slight hesitation as I started to undress.
***
I was slowly drying my wet hair as I lay in bed.
It was dark.
My second day was unexpectedly as long and adventurous as my first day here.
Although I didn't know why or how I got here, all I knew was that I wanted to live.
It's a shame I fell into the wolf's den.
***
"When will I be discharged?"
3. My day.
It is a pity that I did not get an answer to the question I asked the nurse in the room.
"Depends on the situation…" I was dismissed.
The man's demeanor made me pay a little more attention to him.
Oh, he's a doctor.
Not a nurse.
As if sensing my gaze, he turned his aggressive gaze on me.
I was irritable.
Hate?
And what strong feelings!
Hey, hey, hey!
It hasn't been 3 days since I woke up, I've already broken someone? My job is difficult, very difficult!
He said the words that would make me freeze from my feet to my head as I looked back indifferently.
"The day you woke up, what were you doing in that room when you came out of the hospital room?"
I knew this question would be asked!
Should I delete the hospital's camera records?
No, that would push and confirm that I committed a crime.
That was the reason why I didn't touch the camera records that day.
Deleting would mean I was hiding something that even a child would think I did "something bad".
That's why I left and waited for this question until now.
Now it's time for word games to clear me I'm tired of standing in the room"
So I went outside to get some air.
With a shrug, I replied carelessly and lazily.
"You've been in a certain room for a long time," he said, after keeping his eyes on my facial expressions for a long time.
"What are you implying?"
Explaining is a symptom of guilty feelings.
I tried to imitate the psychology of a wrongfully accused human being.
Staring at him, she withdrew her gaze, didn't continue, and walked out.
He was just looking for someone to pop into at random to relieve his boredom.
It was my job that he didn't care too much, because I would get in trouble when I learned that the phone I got from one of the nurses had some personal information about the hospital.
After the man's departure, I held the breath I wanted to let out in relief. I certainly shouldn't have aroused suspicion by any of my actions, even if no one else was.
***
While I was suffocating, the strange smell made me jump.
The faint scent of smoke that came to his nose added an added feel to the dreary night.
The pupils of the eyes trembled like an earthquake, and he quickly got up and caught the window.
On fire.
Black smoke rising to the sky, flames rapidly leaping from the lower floor of the hospital to the upper floor...
On fire.
The hospital is on fire!
Although the fire had just started, it was spreading rapidly as it was fueled by the wind.
Curse!
Quickly making his way to the bathroom, he turned on the faucet and stood under the cold water, his entire body freezing and shivering.
It was maybe 2-3 seconds, but it felt like a lifetime.
She hates the cold!
After getting wet to her lashes, she quickly jumped out of the bathroom and tied a piece of cloth she had soaked in water to her face. He grabbed the phone under the pillow and rushed out of the room.
He quickly clung to the emergency exit door.
Closed! His pupils constricted and he tried to pick up the phone with shaky hands. He had already dried his hands with the bed sheet so as not to get the phone wet.
He quickly opened the bird's-eye map of the hospital from the gallery and determined the shortest way down.
God, they're on the 3rd Floor!
He took the body out of the hospital until the fire brigade came and intervened!
While the smell of smoke was getting stronger, the wet cloth on his face blocked the poison gas even a little bit.
As soon as he analyzed the road, he rushed downstairs, no time!
As soon as his eyes came to the inscription "Operating room", he paused and turned towards the room.
His chest heaved up and down, the heart in his cage fluttering as if it were going to take flight.
He rummaged through the drawers, stuffing a few things in his pocket, and rushing out of the room again. Luckily the drawers aren't locked, he muttered, then took the shortest path down the path he had drawn on the map.
last floor.
The door is there.
As the flames surrounded him and wanted to hug him, he took a step or two back as soon as he was going to the door.
After a deep breath, he made his way to the other roundabout exit of the hospital.
Hot!
While burning up to the paint on the wall, he threw himself into the lap of the door that separated him from the outside, with the power of adrenaline.
Locked.
His pupils constricted sharply, and he sank hard to the ground as his feet lost power.
It was as if the flames were running toward him engulf him, his pupils lost focus.
His face darkened, his blurry blue eyes reflecting the flames as he slowly rose from his seat.
It denies fate!
As his breath cooled rapidly, the water dripping from his clothes evaporated as it came into contact with the fire.
With all the strength he gathered at his feet, he rushed to the front exit like an arrow from a taut bow.
Knowing the possibility that there might be a murderer waiting for him outside, with a survival instinct, he approached the door, and dashed out, despite the danger.
As he approached the door, he began to scan outside, and as soon as he got out, he entered the closest thing to him, behind the dustbin.
The square box hid, trying to regulate its uneven breathing.
A handful of nurses staying at the hospital and just him!
In addition to the sudden fire exit, there was no way that the emergency exit of a private place such as a hospital was closed.
A well-crafted arsonist case!
Just having the outside door open...
I suspect someone is waiting for me just in case.
It probably went unnoticed due to the rapid movement, not to mention it was already in the middle of the night, he must have been presumed asleep.
He turned his back and leaned my back on the trash can, watching the hospital with a dark face as it sank into a sea of flames.
Not a soldier or a bodyguard.
There was no one with him.
Judging by the way he was treated as the young master of the family, he was already abandoned!
Someone who knew this did not send an overpowered killer, even though his focus was on me. In addition to the appearance that was already incapable of protecting himself, Ji Yun, who was not favored by his family, was nothing more than a simple kill ant in his eyes that couldn't even resist.
Although he knew these thoughts, he did not dare to leave the trash can and show up.
He waited for a while, plastering his trembling body under the light breeze of the night.
I don't know how long it took until the water on his clothes formed a tiny puddle where he was sitting.
He scanned his surroundings, persistently preserving his parched body and the consciousness he was about to lose. His head was hoarse and achy as if it were sinking at the bottom of the deep sea and being crushed by the pressure.
He glanced at the clock, making sure no one was there.
He had already called the fire department long before he went out.
17 minutes passed.
Despite the peace and security of the sirens, he did not relax his body.
He gripped the scalpel that he had already had ready in his pocket and had taken from the operating room.
He watched the approach of the military vehicle with his blurred vision as the firefighters hurriedly responded to the fire. Even though he wanted to move his body, where the power was completely drained, he couldn't, he looked around for one last time as his eyes darkened.
He took out the scalpel he was holding and stabbed it in his arm! Startled by the pain, he regained consciousness.
He doesn't trust.
His life is too precious to be thrown away and handed over to anyone.
[Ding!]
[System connected successfully]
[Required scans in progress...]
[Life time: 72 hours 3 minutes]
I unconsciously smiled as I looked at the [System] text that appeared in front of me.
The best treasure in fiction had officially fallen into their hands.
-To be continued-