star hunter

Hearing the knock on the door, Zong Zheng reflexively tucked himself into the quilt, covering it tightly from head to toe, without revealing an inch of skin.

He didn't know who came, but everyone was the same, he didn't want anyone to see his current appearance - red eyes, blood-stained mouth corners, and earthworm-like veins all over his body.

He didn't intend to answer the door at first, but the visitor was very stubborn, and the knocking on the door was endless. Zong Zheng's patience was getting less and less during this period, and seeing that the irritability that seemed to be uncontrollable was on the rise again, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice :"who?"

A layer of obstacles separated him, his voice was muffled as if it came from the bottom of the water, the person outside the door paused for a moment, and then a soft voice came in through the crack of the door: "Father, it's me."

When Zong Zheng heard his daughter's voice, the impatience and depression lingering in his heart finally slowly subsided. He sighed silently, trying to make his voice sound gentle: "Didn't I say that I'm fine?" , you don’t have to go to the hospital every day.”

"Really?" Zong Yuanqi was full of worry between the lines, "If you're fine, why do you still stay in the hospital? Why don't you want to see anyone?"

Zong Zheng's heart sank, he opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. At this moment, he heard his daughter's pleading voice: "I'm very worried...let me come in and see you Bar."

Zong Zheng closed his eyes. Ever since the abnormality appeared on his body, he has been in a state of panic. Probably because of this, his emotions have become uncontrollable, and his whole person often cycles back and forth between two extreme emotions of mania and depression .

And after he found that his iris had changed color and blood vessels burst, his mood became even more desperate.

He thought that he was about to get sick, but he also felt that his symptoms were different from those of other people who had entered the sick period.

He can't tell exactly what's different. After the incubation period of the "Paradise Lost" virus is over, there will be thousands of people, and there is no definite number, but Zong Zheng is feeling uneasy, especially these days, He Huiqiong's words before his death , always echoing in his ears.

"You're dead." Her mouth opened and closed like a dead fish, uttering these four words one by one.

He will never forget her eyes full of resentment and pleasure.

In fact, he is almost the same age, but he has been taking inhibitors for these years, and his physical condition is not bad. He always thinks that he can last for another two years.

To be honest, he wasn't afraid of death, but he was terrified of such a way of death—especially when the signs of mutation came little by little, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Fear exacerbated the deterioration of his emotions. At the worst time, just the slightest movement could make his whole body irritated and anxious to the point of collapse, and the worst thing was that he had no outlet to vent, even though he had a strong desire to destroy, But he had to live with it if he didn't want to be thought of as a sick madman.

And everything has a limit, the stronger the restraint, the more violent the rebound will be.

Not long ago, a doctor wanted to check on his condition, but after asking a few more questions, Zong Zheng almost wanted to break open the door and break the other's neck.

It's not a joke or an exaggeration, but a real killing intent.

Zong Zhengzheng was frightened by himself, but the irritable and unknown fire in his heart could not be suppressed no matter what. In desperation, he bit down on the steel edge of the bed, making his mouth dripping with blood.

However, the strangest thing was that the endless sweet smell in his mouth calmed his almost out-of-control emotions, and the karma-like anger gradually subsided.

Zong Zheng finally let go, his red eyes stared at the ceiling dully and lazily, bloodshot eyes were still hanging from the corner of his mouth, it was very frightening to watch.

He was extremely unwilling to let others see his appearance at this time, especially his own daughter, but he couldn't find a reason to reject her concern, so he could only wipe off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, turned over, and said wearily: "come in."

As the footsteps approached, Zong Zheng still covered himself up tightly, and did not show any abnormality, but in fact, this behavior itself was the biggest abnormality.

"Father," Zong Yuanqi stood still in front of the hospital bed, and sighed after a while, "Are you... going to have a seizure?"

Zong Zheng was shocked, his voice trembling: "...you know?"

"I am your daughter, you are so abnormal, can I not notice it?"

Zong Yuanqi stretched out his hand to lift the quilt covering his face, while Zong Zheng remained motionless, letting his sick face appear in his daughter's eyes numbly.

Zong Yuanqi's breath was stagnant, and then tears fell down: "Sure enough..."

Zong Zheng closed his eyes and sighed deeply: "This is the end of the matter, and I don't want to hide it anymore... You should inform the people in the Management Bureau, they know how to deal with it."

His face was ashen ashes, and his spirit became dull overnight, Zong Yuanqi choked up even more: "Then what about my mother and I...you don't care about us?"

The corners of Zong Zhengzheng's eyes twitched, and he turned his head: "You have grown up...Take good care of your mother..."

"Listen to me," Zong Yuanqi squatted down, his nasal voice was heavy, but his tone had calmed down, "Things are not as bad as you imagined..."

Zong Zhengzheng's anxiety surged up again, and he interrupted his daughter impatiently: "Don't comfort me, just do what I say."

"I'm not trying to comfort you." Zong Yuanqi smiled wryly, "To be honest, I found out that something was wrong with you yesterday, and then I consulted Dr. Wu in this hospital...Of course, I didn't reveal your truth. Identity, just say that I am a relative."

Zong Zheng listened absent-mindedly: "And then?"

"Then I roughly guessed your situation." Zong Yuanqi told him, "In the end, I asked him for some medicines, and I brought them here. You should take them."

Zong Zheng felt a little helpless: "At this stage, the medicine is useless."

"This is a new drug they have recently developed, which is specially for infected people at the onset stage." Although he was very depressed, Zong Yuanqi obviously refused to give up, and she spared no effort to persuade, "Just try it, it might work. ?”

Zong Zheng had no hope for this so-called new medicine, but because of Zong Yuanqi's insistence, he couldn't bear to take away his daughter's kindness, and his attitude has softened a little. At this moment, Zong Yuanqi added another sentence.

"Anyway...it can't be any worse, can it?"

It was this sentence that made Zong Zhengze take the medicine.

That's right, he's already like this anyway, and it can't be worse, just treat it as a way to make his daughter happy.

Zong Yuanqi looked very happy, and even his mood improved a little. I don't know if it was the effect of the medicine, but Zong Zhengze, who had been tossing and turning for two days and two nights, actually felt sleepy.

Seeing this, Zong Yuanqi obediently got up and said goodbye: "You have a good rest, I won't disturb you anymore."

After she left, Zong Zheng soon fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up exhausted. Maybe it was because he hadn't closed his eyes for two days. This time he slept very deeply, so he had a lot of dreams.

Zongzheng seldom dreamed, and occasionally dreamed of something, because of his extraordinary talent, he could change or control it as he wished, but this time he might be too tired, and his ability had failed—so he could only helplessly Experienced a strange dream.

These dreams greatly exacerbated his fatigue.

"Zong Zheng, you're finally awake... Are you hungry? Have something to eat? I've made soup for you..." A familiar female voice sounded softly, but Zong Zheng's complexion changed suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to put his Cover your face: "Didn't I tell you not to come over?"

His wife was very surprised: "What's wrong with you?"

Zong Zheng gritted his teeth. Although he had made up his mind to make his illness public before, he still didn't prepare for his wife to see him in such a sick state.

"The way I look now...I'm afraid I'll scare you," he shook his head in pain, "you go out."

Mrs. Zong became more and more puzzled. Not only did she not go out, but she moved closer to her husband and suddenly laughed: "It's scary to have such heavy dark circles under your eyes and an unshaven beard."

Zong Zheng was startled, then pulled his hand out of the quilt, and was surprised to find that the hideous veins floating on the back of his hand had disappeared at some point.

He sat in a daze for a while, then jumped out of bed, ignored his wife's suspicious eyes, and went straight into the bathroom. When he saw his face and eyes in the mirror, he suddenly relaxed, and his knees followed suit. A soft, almost fell.

Is it because of the medicine?He immediately remembered the "new medicine" brought by his daughter not long ago. When he took it, he didn't take it seriously. He didn't expect...it was really effective.

The symptoms that caused him to collapse miraculously disappeared.

"Zong Zheng! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" His wife patted the bathroom door anxiously. Zong Zheng took another look at himself in the glasses, and joy flooded into his eyes belatedly. He opened the door suddenly. Then he hugged the panicked wife into his arms.

"...What's wrong with you again..." Mrs. Zong was obviously not used to it, and wanted to push away her husband who had somehow changed his sex, but the latter smiled and said, "No, it's just that I haven't been here for the past two days. So comfortable, just slept and felt better."

Mrs. Zong was terrified when she heard the word "uncomfortable". Just as she was about to ask for details, an embarrassing voice suddenly came from the door: "Hmm... Did I come at the wrong time?"

Mrs. Zong's face turned red all of a sudden, she quickly threw away Zong Zhengzheng's arm, turned her face stiffly to the side and looked at the young man standing holding the door frame, and smiled blushingly: "It's Su Xian..."

Su Xian continued to laugh: "Then what, I just checked that the door was closed, so I didn't knock... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Mrs. Zong became more and more embarrassed, and turned around quietly. Zong Zheng kept a straight face and squinted at him: "Don't talk about this, what's going on with you?"

With his pale and haggard face, coupled with his hospital gown, and his not-so-clean hands and feet, he knew what was going on at a glance.

Su Xian shook his head, unwilling to say more: "When I was performing official duties, I was injured a little...but now it's fine."

As he spoke, he looked Zong Zhengze up and down: "You, on the other hand, have been in the hospital for almost a week. Could something have happened?"

His question made Zong Zhengze feel a little scared. He breathed a sigh of relief, but said lightly: "In short, it's okay now."

He replied very delicately. Su Xian raised his eyebrows. At this moment, Mrs. Zong, who had adjusted her expression, beckoned him to come in: "Don't just stand there. repair."

Su Xian didn't reject the teacher's wife's kindness. The latter knew that they had something to say, and after sharing the soup, she found an excuse to leave.

After she left, Su Xian immediately put down the bowl in his hand and looked at his boss tentatively: "...Zongju?"

Zong Zheng knew that he should have seen some clues, but he was unwilling to tell the whole story after all. He just nodded vaguely: "Yes, there was a little physical condition in the past two days, but after taking the medicine, it is much better."

Su Xian could see that he didn't want to talk more, and seeing that his appearance was normal, he didn't ask any more questions, and nodded slightly: "It's good that it's okay."

After a pause, he sighed softly again: "Now the wind and rain are precarious, you can't have any more accidents."

Zong Zheng took a sip of the hot soup, and said in a calm voice, "I'm old, I should come, and I will come sooner or later."

Although some symptoms subsided temporarily, Zong Zheng knew that even if those medicines were useful, they would only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and those temporarily suppressed diseases would definitely come back.

He didn't know how long he could last.

But he couldn't go down until that was over.

Naturally, Su Xian couldn't guess how complicated his mood was when he said this, even so, his expression was already serious enough.

"I heard from Yun Cong," he hesitated, but still said, "Do you intend to let him take your place?"

Zong Zheng glanced at him and said with a smile, "What? Are you unhappy?"

Su Xian also laughed: "You know I'm not that kind of person."

Zong Zheng shrugged, but smiled.

"He does have potential and is a very good person, but I still think," Su Xian lowered his eyelids to hide the strangeness in his eyes, "Your favor for him is too sudden."

Zongzheng looked calm, and looked at him calmly: "I like him because he is capable."

"It's only been half a year since he came to the 'Island', but your attitude towards him," Su Xian said calmly, but quietly clenched his hands, "it seems like you've known him for a long time."

Zong Zheng's eyes were watery: "What do you want to say?"

"About his life experience, no matter how much you have concealed," Su Xian said firmly, "please tell me everything."

Zong Zheng looked at him expressionlessly, and after a long time, he suddenly smiled.

"Remember that painting you gave me?"

Su Xian's temples twitched, and he quickly remembered that Zong Zheng should be referring to the oil painting he brought back from Zhu Ci's villa.

Zhu Ci's deceased husband, Xiao Yin's painting.

He nodded.

Zong Zheng continued to ask: "Then you also found the portrait hidden in the picture?"

Su Xian was startled, but still nodded.

"The person in the painting is Xiao Yin." Zong Zhengze was extraordinarily straightforward this time, "You don't have an impression of his face, do you?"

Su Xian was silent, how could he not be impressed with that face that was [-]% similar to Zhong Yuncong.

Zong Zheng smiled lightly: "Then don't I need to say the rest?"

Su Xian hesitated and said, "Yun Cong and Xiao Yin...are they really related by blood?"

Zong Zheng didn't answer him again, but the answer was obvious.

After a brief moment of daze, joy suddenly appeared on Su Xian's face.

"That's good," he breathed a long sigh of relief, "This shows that he is not actually Zhong Zhiyuan, or Zhang Jiahe's son..."

Those messy things have nothing to do with him.

He was immersed in the turning point of the reversal, but he didn't notice the heaviness in Zong Zhengzheng's eyes.