The kitchen is used every day and no traces can be left behind.

I swept the floor clean and put all the iron slag that fell into my pocket. One end of the rolling pin was burnt black, so I used a kitchen knife to carefully scrape the blackened area clean, and then according to the memory in my mind, I removed everything I had used.

They were all put back exactly where they were.

The building manager, nurses, doctors, and management all worked on small stoves. Before I left, I saw that there was a lot of meat in the pot, so I took two steamed buns, opened them, put a lot of meat between them, then locked the door and went out.

This is the most delicious Roujiamo I have ever eaten in my life. It is much better than steamed buns and rice porridge.

After 12 o'clock at night, after waiting for the ward rounds to leave, I immediately got up and started sharpening the Luoyang shovel. No, it should be said to be a square shovel now.

It felt almost ready, so I tried the sharpness. Although the appearance was a little deformed, it was really sharp enough to cut my hands.

Where to hide.

At first, I tied everything under the bed board with the rope from the Flying Tiger Claw, and I always felt unsafe.

So I had an idea, took apart the pillow, stuffed the shovel into the middle, stuffed the cotton, and stuffed everything else into the quilt. Once it was done, it was perfect.

At this moment, the night was quiet and the moonlight was cold. I lay on my back and stared at the window in a daze.

The window is a double-layered iron grille. How do you open it? If you use the lever principle and wet clothes, you can open it, but there is no way to restore it.

After thinking about it, I fell asleep and had a dream.

I dreamed that I was sliding down the rope, and suddenly someone grabbed my feet.
Chapter completed!