star hunter

Zhong Yuncong stood blankly on the bustling street.

The road is lined with trees, and the floors are row upon row. People come and go beside him. Young girls wear bright dresses, fluffy and curly hair, thin eyebrows and red lips, sunglasses and long earrings. They are both retro and fashionable. The bicycles on the road shuttle back and forth, and there are some old-fashioned cars in the middle, which are very conspicuous in a pile of bicycles, surrounded by stars like the moon.

This street scene is lively and prosperous, but Zhong Yuncong always feels an indescribable feeling of being out of place in it.

And when the classic disco music drifted into his ears along the crowd, he finally understood where the weirdness came from-this scene revealed distinct characteristics of the times, and it was exactly the same as the old photos of his mother more than 20 years ago style of.

But why did he stand on a street in the 90s?

Are you dreaming?

Just when he was at a loss, he accidentally caught a glimpse of an antique domed gate a hundred meters away, and he suddenly realized that this is Changle Street.

That ancient city gate can be regarded as a landmark building on Changle Street.

This is an "island"?

Shocked, he looked around again, quickly scanning those people and scenes, but his mood suddenly became complicated: this is the "isolated island" more than 20 years ago.

No, it should be said that it was Mengchuan City before the virus broke out.

It is colorful and vibrant, forming a strong contrast with today's gloomy, depressing and lifeless, so that Zhong Yuncong felt a sense of shock that was almost dizzy in an instant.

It turned out that Mengchuan used to be like this.

Zhong Yuncong took a step forward and wanted to take a look elsewhere, but inadvertently collided with an old man who was coming towards him. When he was about to apologize, he found himself passing through the other person's body.

And the old man walked over without knowing it.

Zhong Yuncong stood there for a while, and several people walked past him, the "transparent person", without seeing him.

Regardless of whether it was a dream or a hallucination, since he was allowed to retain his consciousness, it meant that someone wanted him to see the picture in front of him.

Who will it be?

Before he could come up with a result, the scene around him suddenly changed.

This time it was a white corridor, and at the end was a viewing window, through which the sunlight shone in brightly. Zhong Yuncong was right in front of the light, and was dazzled by surprise.

The monotonous plain white tone and the smell of disinfectant in the air made Zhong Yuncong quickly realize where it was.

Why are you in the hospital again?

Zhong Yuncong continued in the fog, really not sure what the owner of the illusion was thinking. Just as he was in a daze, the corridor suddenly became noisy.

A closed operating room opened suddenly, and several doctors and nurses in sterile suits came out pushing a stretcher, and people immediately surrounded them.

"Doctor, was the operation successful? How is my husband?" A young woman asked anxiously. She seemed to want to touch the patient on the stretcher, but finally restrained herself.

"It doesn't matter whether it was successful or not. I emphasized to you before the operation that your husband's disease cannot be cured in one operation." The doctor wearing a mask waved his hand, and the nurse pushed the stretcher forward again.

The woman was stunned for a while, with an indescribably desolate and panicked expression, but soon, she quickly chased after him.

Zhong Yuncong was a little curious. Since no one could see him, he boldly approached him. He glanced at the unconscious patient on the stretcher. He was wearing an oxygen mask covered with a layer of water vapor. Can't see face.

And his wife followed behind in a daze, her face was ashen, Zhong Yuncong couldn't bear it, couldn't help sighing, he didn't know what kind of terminal illness the man had, he seemed to be quite young, what a pity.

But this kind of farewell in the hospital can be said to be the most common scene, sympathy belongs to sympathy, but that's it, Zhong Yuncong just sighed and let it go.

He doesn't like hospitals by nature, and even though the state is no different from the air at the moment, he still feels uncomfortable.

He didn't want to stay anymore, but the other party didn't change the map for him.

What do you mean?Do you want me to continue watching?But what's so good about it?

Zhong Yun stood stupidly for a while, really not knowing what to do, seeing that the previous patient was pushed into an intensive care unit, and his wife was blocked outside, neither making noise nor making noise, just being so quiet standing.

Zhong Yun never knew why, but also went there by accident, and when he got closer, he found the tears on her face.

He panicked when he saw a woman crying.

"Well, don't be too sad, the doctor didn't say that there is no hope at all..." Zhong Yun subconsciously said words of comfort, but he suddenly realized that it was useless to say it. I can't hear you.

He closed his mouth embarrassingly, feeling that this place was too sad, he didn't want to stay any longer, and when he turned around to run away, he suddenly heard the voice of the woman who had been stunned for a long time.

"Don't worry, I will let you live."

Her voice was very low, she didn't gnash her teeth and swear, her tone was rather flat, but there was an unshakable determination.

Hearing this, Zhong Yuncong was in quite a complicated mood.

In fact, that wife is not wrong. It is human nature to hope that the loved ones will live, but sometimes things will turn against each other, and excessive obsession will turn into demons.

That would be horrible.

For Zhong Yuncong, he has seen the lessons learned too many times, so... there must be some shadows.

At this moment, Zhong Yuncong suddenly found himself transferred to a new place.

Now he is a little bit used to the strange rhythm of the person behind the illusion. Although he is still full of doubts and speechless, he is much calmer.

He looked at the surrounding environment calmly, and this time it was replaced by an elegantly decorated room. He heard a noisy sound mixed with human voices.

"Ma'am, why did you bring Mr. back? He is so sick that he must be in the hospital!"

"The group of trash in the hospital can't do anything, and it's just a waste of time to stay there. It's better to take them back and take care of them myself."

"But……"

"Don't worry, Bofeng has already developed the medicine. We'll see the effect after a course of treatment is over."

"But...Mr. has had several surgeries but nothing has improved. Taking medicine...will he be fine?"

"Otherwise?" The woman's voice broke down without warning, "You can't do nothing and watch him die?!"

Zhong Yun had always felt that the woman's voice was a bit familiar, so how could he not guess what was going on when he heard a scene connected here?

Is this still on a series?

It's just that the plot of going to the doctor in a hurry is really bad.

When Zhong Yuncong was complaining, he suddenly shuddered—wait a minute, did that woman mention the word "Bofeng" just now?

Also, the husband was seriously ill, and Bofeng was commissioned to develop a new drug with a lot of money. Have you heard of this plot somewhere?

And the identity of that woman is naturally revealed - she is Zhu Ci.

Zhong Yun could not help but feel a chill down his back. Even though he knew that the other party would not notice him, he subconsciously hid himself behind the cabinet, and then poked his head out. At this moment, Zhu Ci was directing several people to carry the stretcher into the room.

Since this woman is Zhu Ci, then her husband...is a rich man, right?It seems to be called Xiao Yin...

Zhong Yuncong looked at the dying man curiously. He was still in a coma, probably because he was weak and afraid of the cold. The whole person was wrapped tightly, and most of his face was covered by the blanket. Zhong Yuncong couldn't see his face clearly.

But he just made up his mind temporarily, and pulled it down without seeing it clearly, and his focus still fell on Zhu Ci.

"Go," he heard her order the servant, "call Dr. Zhang and ask him to bring the medicine."

Zhang, Dr. Zhang?When Zhong Yuncong heard this name suddenly, he was startled again. This doctor... did he think of the same one?

"Ma'am... that kind of medicine, will it really work? How do I feel..." The former old servant couldn't help but uttered dissuasion again, but was interrupted coldly by Zhu Ci: "No matter what, the situation is It can't get any worse than it is now."

As soon as she said this, the others were speechless.

The sense of ominousness in Zhong Yun's heart deepened a lot. While thinking about what kind of medicine it was, he also thought about that Dr. Zhang. Two big stones weighed heavily on his heart. I got the answer, because in the next second, there was another round of dizziness, and when I came back to my senses, the scene switched again.

He stared blankly at the room on the other side through a glass curtain wall.

The interior is spacious and bright, but if you look around, you can hardly find any decent furniture, not even tables, chairs and beds, and the floor is covered with sheets of white paper, making it look more and more empty.

In such a large space, there was only one person, who looked like a man. He sat cross-legged on the ground with his back to Zhong Yuncong, his hands were constantly moving, and he didn't know what he was doing.

When he was observing, the sound of footsteps and conversation approaching from a distance startled him.

"How long are you going to lock him up?" The woman's tone was very anxious. Of course, Zhong Yuncong was familiar with this voice, and it appeared again and again. It seems that Zhu Ci is the heroine of this play. .

"Ms. Zhu, don't be impatient," said another male voice, with a long ending, "Mr. Xiao's condition is much better than before, isn't it? He couldn't even open his eyes before, but now he can run Being able to jump means that our medicine is still useful..."

As soon as Zhong Yuncong heard this voice, goosebumps all over his body almost rose - the tone was not very similar to now, but the articulation and intonation, including the way of pronunciation, were no different from his father Zhong Zhiyuan.

He gasped, turned his head to look, and saw Zhu Ci, who looked haggard, followed by a chubby man wearing black-rimmed glasses, and the two walked side by side.

Fat and bald, except for less wrinkles, it seems to be the same as now.

Zhong Yuncong was in a trance, a little bit like laughing, but also a bit like crying.

Really...

That unresolved doubt, sharpening his doubts back and forth like a blunt knife, finally settled, Zhong Yuncong's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief.

At least, Ling Chi is finally over, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

He himself felt a little ridiculous.

Then, he stared blankly at Zhang Jiahe, who was getting closer and closer, a chill ran up his limbs and bones without warning, and along the blood vessels, it quickly spread to the whole body, freezing all the luck.

It turned out that I was really the son of a sinner.

"But now he..." The two people walked to the glass wall, Zhu Ci put her hands on the glass, and looked inside worriedly, she bit her lower lip heavily, her voice came out from between her teeth, "... Can you be considered a normal person?"

Zhang Jiahe laughed: "I remember, your original request was just to let Mr. Xiao live."

Zhong Yuncong reluctantly got out of the complicated and unspeakable state of mind for a while, listened to their conversation, and then glanced at the people inside, a little puzzled, and said to himself that the medicine seemed to be useful, Xiao Yin was just hanging out before , it's pretty good right now.

At this time, Zhong Yuncong finally saw what Xiao Yin was doing - he was holding a pen and painting.

Many of the scattered papers had patterns drawn on them.

So he also likes to draw?Zhong Yuncong actually felt a little close to this person.

But why did Zhu Ci say that?He looks normal, doesn't he?

As if hearing his inner voice, Zhu Ci spoke again, and she was disturbed between the lines: "But I don't want to keep him locked up like this...he's not a prisoner..."

Hearing this, Zhang Jiahe replied with a slight smile: "Prisoner, this word is not wrong. If you don't lock him up at home, if you let him out, the police will also lock him up as a prisoner."

His words obviously hit Zhu Ci's sore foot, she turned her face suddenly, staring at Zhang Jiahe with a look that can be described as fierce, she said word by word: "I gave you so much money, didn't you I asked you to come here to make sarcastic remarks."

Zhang Jiahe's smile remained unchanged: "I understand, I didn't mean any sarcasm, I just wanted to explain to you that Mr. Xiao's current condition is just a side effect of the drug, just a symptom, and it will subside sooner or later."

Zhu Ci was dubious: "After subsides, will he return to normal?"

"I don't know what your definition of normal is," Zhang Jiahe said cheerfully, "but I can guarantee that he will be much stronger than before..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Xiao Yin in the inner room suddenly moved.

Zhu Ci's whole attention was on him, and when he saw that he was moving, he immediately averted his gaze, and said in surprise, "Husband?"

Zhong Yuncong was also attracted to the glass wall, and when he was about to take a closer look, his eyes suddenly blurred. Then, Xiao Yin, who was a few meters away a few seconds ago, suddenly appeared in front of him.

There was a woman's exclamation in his ear, but Zhong Yuncong ignored it, and a face quite similar to himself suddenly appeared in front of him, no matter who it was, it was difficult for anyone to reflect for a while.

The people inside leaned against the glass wall, staring at him motionless.

Zhong Yuncong was also stiff and unable to move. He knew rationally that the other party couldn't see him, but he still felt uncomfortable.

They just looked at each other across time and space.

After a while, Zhong Yuncong managed to recover from the shock. Before he had time, or didn't want to think about the relationship between this man with a face similar to his and himself, he first judged that this man named Xiao Yin The man looked very unusual.

No wonder Zhu Ci said he was abnormal, the speed just now...is not something normal people can have.

Did he...

With a thought in his mind, Zhong Yun made a guess, but at this moment, he found that Xiao Yin, who was staring straight at him, had spoken.

Through the glass wall, he couldn't hear the other party's voice, but he could tell from the change of his lips.

"I'm finally waiting for you."