flying switch

Zhong Rong seemed to have had a very long dream, dreaming of light rain and a woman holding an umbrella.

The woman's face is hidden under the umbrella, and she is holding the crumpled tissue paper in her hands, dizzy from the rain.Zhong Rong stepped into the puddle and made a sound. The woman looked up, showing her expression and tears on her face.

She was startled: "Rong Rong?"

Zhong Rong saw that the tissue paper in her hand was smeared with red, and the woman's palm was dripping blood, dyeing the white tissue paper bright red drop by drop.

"Rong Rong," the woman came over, stepping on the puddle step by step.Every step he took, the blood gushed out more, and his brows frowned even tighter, "Mom has something to tell you."

Do not say.

"Mom's medical report..."

do not talk.

It rained heavily, and Zhong Rong was drenched from head to toe.His eyes were hot as he watched the woman approach, saw the damn medical report, and saw the cemetery not far away.

Why is the hospital so close to the cemetery?

The umbrella was on top of his head, and the woman stretched out a hand to wipe off the water droplets on his cheek in distress: "It's okay, it's okay."

No, it's not okay.

"Mom may leave, but mother will never stop loving you," the woman hugged him, her body was as cold as ice in the North Pole, "You have to love yourself too."

The thunder rumbled and spread, and Zhong Rong felt that he was going to be frozen, but his heart was full, and there was no gap for the cold wind to pour in.

He is not cold.

"Mom," he said, "I can't let you go. I won't let you go."

"I'm not ready," he said.

The raindrops are crackling, and the world is noisy and dead.The woman sighed and patted him on the back: "I know it's hard for you to accept this, but tell your mother how you feel, don't be so...quiet."

Only then did Zhong Rong realize that he hadn't said anything.

Why not?

"Then mom goes to work first," the woman left the umbrella to Zhong Rong, "don't go home too late at night, if you're hungry, there's something to eat in the refrigerator, warm it up yourself..."

She got farther and farther away, and Zhong Rong seemed to be nailed in a puddle, unable to take a step, and could only watch helplessly as his mother's back was getting more and more blurred by the rain.

He raised his hand, trying to catch the afterimage of his mother.

"Mom!" he yelled.

"Mom! Please, don't go!" he shouted again.

Lightning struck, illuminating the blank world, and he realized that he was standing here alone, with no one in front, no one behind, and no one beside him.

He suddenly shivered, and his outstretched hand lost strength and fell.

A warm hand caught him, he smelled the clean breath, and suddenly calmed down somehow.The world distorted and dissipated, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, grabbed the hand, and opened his eyes.

Doctor Qian appeared in front of him, grabbed his hand, and whispered his name.

Zhong Rong blinked, and something rolled out of the corner of his eyes and fell into the soft pillow.

"Zhong Rong?" Qian Shuichong heaved a sigh of relief, "What's wrong?"

His gray-brown eyes seemed to change shape in an instant, becoming another pair of beautiful eyes with upturned tails.Zhong Rong didn't find it strange, but just stared at him: "Doctor Qian."

Dr. Qian opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't seem to come out. He sighed annoyedly, and smiled again: "Huh?"

There was lightning and thunder, and Zhong Rong grasped that hand tightly: "It's so noisy."

"Better than before," Dr. Qian said, "Did you wake up?"

Zhong Rong shook his head: "I feel you."

Dr. Qian was stunned for a moment: "...Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

This doctor is really strange, always appearing in his most sad and painful time, and he is still warm.Zhong Rong has lived for so long, this is the first time he saw an outsider who cared so much about him, gave him a soft bed and hugged him.

Zhong Rong arched forward and pressed against Dr. Qian's neck: "Can you not leave?"

Dr. Qian patted him on the back, his voice spread from his throat and chest to Zhong Rong's ear canal: "I won't go. Wait for you..." He paused, "After that, you will see me by your side. Except me , and two others, they will be there too."

"is it?"

"When you are sad, when you think of your hometown or your mother, you can tell me, whether you call or knock on the door, I will accompany you," Qian Shuichong promised earnestly, "Don't talk to me again." Sting up."

Zhong Rong didn't make a sound, and Qian Shuichong didn't say anything else, he hugged him, and let the fragile Zhong Rong rely on him in the illusion.

A few hours ago, a colleague suddenly came to him, saying that patient [-] had a problem and he had to go there.Fortunately, Zhong Rong was a sound sleeper with a calm face, so he could still take it out when he hurried back.

I thought it was Rong Qiqi at first, but he was still very nervous on the way, thinking about how to make Zhong Rong wake up and quickly break the illusion if something happened, and if it didn't work, he just told Zhong Rong about Wu Zhong to wake him up.But it was only later that Zheng Hai's sister found out what had happened. While she was relieved, she was also struck by a sense of urgency. She unconsciously wanted to know the time when the map changed.

The operation process was fast and slow, and it took three hours unconsciously.He felt that he had only struck a few times, but when he came out, it was dark and the weather had become extremely bad.His heartbeat almost stopped, and he almost rushed back to the lounge, fearing that something would happen to Zhong Rong.

Zhong Rong hadn't woken up yet, but he frowned tightly, telling his mother not to leave in a low voice like the day he was in the car.Qian Shuichong rushed over instinctively, and couldn't remember what he did. The moment he saw Zhong Rong open his eyes, he thought about trying to tell Zhong Rong about Feishu regardless of the treasure, but he couldn't say it.As if blocked by the system, he couldn't tell Zhong Rong directly about Feishu, Wuzhong, Alai and Moon.

Then he can only wake up Zhong Rong after finding the treasure, as Rong Qiqi said.In any case, Zhong Rong cannot be allowed to experience his mother leaving again.

The rain gradually became lighter, and Qian Shuichong was suddenly hugged tightly by Zhong Rong's neck.Zhong Rong's nasal voice was heavy: "I believe you."

The pocket watch clicked away and opened a little more.

Zhong Rong searched for the sound: "What's the sound?"

"Pocket watch." Qian Shuichong pulled out a hand and took out the pocket watch. The pocket watch had been opened to the size where the hands could be vaguely seen.He quickly organized his language and explained it in a way that would not be judged by the system as leaking information to Zhong Rong: "I want to find something, the map of the stairwell will change at the time displayed on the pocket watch, revealing a hidden door, what I want The stuff is right behind that."

Zhong Rong supported the bed and sat up: "Do you need my help?"

"Of course," Qian Shuichong stuffed the pocket watch into his hand, "Let's go together after we find it."

"Go?" Zhong Rong shrank his fingers, "No, I can't...my mother still needs me."

Qian Shuichong couldn't say anything more, he sighed silently, and patted Zhong Rong's shoulder: "Are you hungry? Eat something."

"Together," Zhong Rong pulled him up and stepped on the ground barefoot, "Where are my shoes?"

"Under the bed," Qian Shuichong quickly helped him take out his shoes, "what do you want to eat?"

Zhong Rong grabbed his pocket watch: "What time is it?"

Qian Shuichong didn't understand, so: "It's not until seven o'clock, what's wrong?"

"The pointer is pointing to [-] and [-]," Zhong Rong handed out the pocket watch, "We have to be back before eleven o'clock."

Qian Shuichong looked at the blurred pointer in shock: "Did you see it clearly?"

Zhong Rong nodded: "It's very clear, to this extent."

yes?

Qian Shuichong put away his pocket watch wordlessly: "It's amazing. Do you want to eat something? Four hours is enough."

Zhong Rong asked him back: "What do you want to eat?"

"Me?" Qian Shuichong thought about the pile of mosaics outside, "Do you have any recommendations?"

Zhong Rong thought about it carefully: "Yes, it's not far from here."

He raised his foot and walked out, Qian Shuichong quickly followed, Zhong Rong stopped suddenly, Qian Shuichong didn't have time to stop, and lightly bumped into Zhong Rong: "Sorry..."

"Are you an adult?" Zhong Rong asked.

Qian Shuichong was taken aback for a moment, unable to keep up with the current Zhong Rong: "...I'm an adult, what's wrong?"

Zhong Rongsong breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Li won't let me take minors to the bar."

Qian Shuichong paused: "Bar?"

"I work there," Zhong Rong pressed down the elevator, "There are employee discounts, and Brother Wang will also add more meat to the dishes."

"Are your colleagues treating you well?"

"Well, they took good care of me."

"That's good," Qian Shuichong followed Zhong Rong out of the hospital gate, and suddenly remembered the car keys in his pocket, "Wait a minute, I have a car."

Zhong Rong turned around and was suddenly stuffed with a handful of lollipops. Qian Shuichong smiled at him: "Eat some cushions first, I'll go get the car."

"Stop driving," Zhong Rong called to stop him, "The bus is fast, just one stop."

He turned his head from time to time, sometimes looking past Qian Shuichong to the ward on the sixth floor.Qian Shuichong put his arms around his shoulders knowingly: "It's okay, Auntie has many people watching, so don't worry."

Zhong Rong nodded: "Let's go, the next bus is probably coming."

He stepped out of the blur and made the way ahead clear.The details of the bus station were revealed. The faces of the people waiting for the bus were different. A few middle school students were laughing and laughing with snacks, a few nurses were sitting and resting, and one or two people were carrying briefcases with numb expressions.

Standing among them, Zhong Rong was different from any group and looked out of place.But at the same time, the characteristics of every group can be found in him.

The sound of the motorcycle engine pierced the sky, approaching suddenly, Qian Shuichong's nerves tensed.The road that the motorcycle is going to take is going to cross with Zhong Rong, and this motorcycle will rush onto the sidewalk and hit Zhong Rong!

Before he had time to think, Qian Shuichong rushed up instinctively and stood behind Zhong Rong, separating him from the motorcycle.Almost the next second he blocked it, the rear mirror of the motorcycle ruthlessly rubbed against his lower back.

Some students screamed, the Kanto boiled in their hands fell, and the hot soup spilled all over the floor.The motorcycle didn't stop at all, just passed by arrogantly.

Qian Shuichong saw the appearance of the motorcycle clearly in pain, and his heart tightened.

The motorcycle is very familiar, it can even be said that it is too familiar - [-]'s white motorcycle, the unique motorcycle in Flying Switch.

Why does it appear in the illusion?Did it appear on its own?Self-fix BUG or be implanted BUG?Passers-by will also be surprised, isn't this created by the illusion system itself?

Most importantly, why would it aim for No Bell?

"Don't let your guard down." The witch's words echoed suddenly, and Qian Shuichong touched the tip of the knife.

"Did it hit you?" Zhong Rong clasped his arm tightly, "Is it the lower back? Show me."

Qian Shuichong came back to his senses, and frowned: "I'm fine, don't worry."

"I didn't see the license plate clearly," Zhong Rong frowned, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Sure," Qian Shuichong hid thousands of thoughts, "The car is here, let's go?"

The dangerous factors of the illusion appeared clearly, no matter what the reason was, the illusion was no longer stable.From now on, the predicament will only increase, and Zhong Rong must be taken out of the illusion before tomorrow morning.

Before that, he had to protect Zhong Rong and himself.

Qian Shuichong closed his eyes, held the knife in his hand, walked behind Zhong Rong, and got on the bus.