reincarnation train

This time, I went back to talk to the people in Lu Nan about the situation. The next day, Wu Xiajiu and others returned to the hospital again. When passing by the hospital lobby, Wu Xiajiu paused, and his eyes were fixed on one of the people on the chair in the lobby. body.

"What's wrong? Jiujiu." Shi Shangzuo asked beside him.

"That person." Wu Xiajiu pointed, "It was the man who attacked me and Laigao in the hotel that day." But now he was sitting in the hospital lobby.

Shi Shangzuo and the others looked in the direction Wu Xiajiu pointed. That man was sitting on the chair in the middle like everyone else, with a normal expression. When he noticed that someone was looking at him, he just glanced indifferently.

This person seems to be the same as the people around him, normal and non-aggressive, but Wu Xiajiu is sure that this is the person holding the ax that day. If the person who can go crazy and hurt others is the same as this person, then the person sitting next to this man People, this hospital and even the residents of this small town, can also be like this man, who can violently hurt others at any time, and then act like a normal person as if nothing had happened.

Since entering this small town, they have been in danger, and they will face it at any time, but the danger will erupt little by little...the bombing will be the last.

When he came here to observe the people in the hall, Wu Xiajiu realized that although these people did not pay attention to them, they were noticed, as if they had been silently observed by the residents of this small town all the time. Thinking about it, Wu Xiajiu couldn't help but took a step back, seeing some of them turned their heads here, and then turned back as if nothing had happened.

"Xiao Jiu?" Fang Zi called out in doubt.

"It's okay, let's go up first." Wu Xiajiu shook his head, planning to go to Ye Yu's ward first.

When passing by the diagnosis room, he looked in through the door and window again. The doctor was surrounded by patients, and everything was as usual.

When it was time to eat, Ye Yu took people to cook. The food in the hospital was not bad. Fang Zi and the others ate a lot. Wu Xiajiu said he had no appetite, so he put down after eating a few chopsticks.

"Little Jiu, why do you only eat so much? I remember you didn't eat much last night, aren't you hungry?" Fang Zi asked while stuffing rice into his mouth.

Wu Xia said for a long time, "I'm not very hungry, I don't have an appetite, just eat something when I'm hungry."

Fang Zi nodded and asked him to pay attention to his body. He was very nervous, but Tang Yunsi could see that Wu Xiajiu seemed to be hiding something from them. Tang Yunsi looked at Shi Shangzuo again, and when Wu Xiajiu put down his chopsticks, He also put it down, sat beside Wu Xiajiu and took his hand to hold it.

Tang Yunsi: Forget it, I'd better eat.

Ye Yu blinked, and looked enviously at the two people who were so close. He has always been alone. It should be said that it was his previous experience. The idea of ​​a companion, but it is very happy to have someone who can always be by my side.

They stayed in Ye Yu's ward until night, as Ye Yu said, as long as they left this ward, no one would notice, so they naturally stayed at night.

They waited until midnight when they heard footsteps outside the ward.

"They are walking outside. If they are tired, they will rest for a while. They will go back at about 3 or 4 in the morning." Ye Yu looked at the time and said.

It was pitch black outside the hospital, and the whole town fell silent. Wu Xiajiu was lying on the left with his back to Shi Shang, with his hands on his stomach, frowning uncomfortably. When he was enduring with his eyes closed, suddenly a warm A big dry hand stretched out from behind, got under Wu Shijiu's hand, and pressed against his abdomen.

The person behind him whispered in his ear, "Does your stomach hurt?"

Wu Xiajiu hummed in a low voice, and was hugged tightly by the people behind him, "Just get back in the car, don't worry." He turned around and buried himself in Shi Shangzuo's arms, with a muffled voice, "You know again?"

Shi Shangzuo's chest shook a few times, "I know everything about you."

In the arms of Shi Shangzuo, it seemed to be much better. Wu Xiajiu was in a daze, and he didn't know how long it had passed before he heard Ye Yu say over there, "It's time, we have to hurry out. After 6 o'clock in the morning, Those doctors and nurses will show up on time, and before that, we have to get down from the third floor as soon as possible."

At this time, no one was looking at the place leading to the third floor. They went up the stairs and found that the appearance of the third floor was completely incompatible with the appearance of the hospital.

I thought that the third floor should also be a ward or a consultation room, but now it seems that it is more like a delicate house, a mansion, and someone is living in it.

The floor was covered with carpets, and there was no sound when walking up. Fang Zi rubbed the fluffy floor, and hummed in a low voice, "This is a corrupt hospital. I really didn't expect the third floor to be so extravagantly furnished."

As he was talking, he felt that no one was talking with him. Fang Zi raised his head in surprise, only to find that he was the only one left here...

The moment he stepped into the third floor, Wu Xiajiu felt that something was wrong. He raised his head, and happened to see a ripple like a tide slowly receding from his side. When he turned his head again, the people around him I don't know when they all disappeared.

Wu Xiajiu took two steps, stretched out his hand and waved it around, without any resistance or response, he didn't make a sound, there should be someone on the third floor, it would be bad if he made a noise and woke up something rashly.

Every door here is exquisite, carved with pictures and animals, but every door is exactly the same, there is no house number or anything like that, if you want to know something, you must enter these rooms.

Wu Xiajiu pursed his lips, his white lips had some color due to the force, but then receded, he touched his stomach, and thought that the current self should not be in any danger.

Thinking of this, Wu Xiajiu stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of a room.

The layout of the room is very luxurious. The first person to enter is the living room. A small yellow lamp is lit in the corner of the living room, illuminating the place. Walking in, there are two closed doors. His eyes are fixed on the corner of the living room. On the coffee table, there is a transparent kettle on it, there is water in the kettle, and there is a half cup of water beside it...

Looking around the living room, Wu Xiajiu found traces of life everywhere, so the owner of this room must be in one of the two doors.

Looking at the two closed doors, Wu Xiajiu hadn't moved his feet to choose one, when he heard a creaking sound from one of the doors, as if someone was shaking the recliner slowly.

He walked over, put his hand on the doorknob and slowly opened it. What he saw looked like a study room. There was a low wooden table in front and a reclining chair slowly shaking behind him. His back was facing Wu Xiajiu. From this angle, only a little blanket can be seen, covering a person's body.

The people in the room didn't speak, and didn't seem to sense that anyone opened the door. Wu Xiajiu stood at the door and didn't go in, just watched silently.

The two parties seemed to be competing whose patience was better. After an unknown period of time, the recliner slowly stopped shaking. Under Wu Xiajiu's gaze, an old, wrinkled, withered and thin hand pressed on the handle of the recliner. After that, the recliner slowly turned around, and the people on it also came into Wu Xiajiu's eyes.

Lying on it is an old man, a very old man. When you see him, you will not believe that there are people so old who are still alive. He should have died, but he dragged an old body to survive. in this world.

His hair is gray and sparse, no, it doesn't look like it should be called hair, it looks like there are a few strands of hair on the top of the head, the exposed skin is full of spots, wrinkles, old and ugly, his body is thin Unbearable, if it weren't for those eyes that still have gods, Wu Xiajiu would have thought that the lying one was just a mummy that had been dead for a long time.

The old man above grinned at Wu Xiajiu with his dry lips, and an old voice said, "A sick person came up."

Wu Xiajiu didn't speak, just looked into the eyes of the old man, seemed to feel Wu Xiajiu's gaze, the expression on the old man's face seemed a little happy, he slowly raised a hand to touch his eyes and said, "My Are your eyes pretty?"

Such a pair of eyes can't be called beautiful, but they look weird and inappropriate on the old man's face. Wu Xiajiu frowned and said, "These are not your eyes."

The old man grinned, "Of course not. My eyes are already worn out. If it was still my eyes, I would not be able to see you clearly now. I recently replaced them. I am very satisfied."

He looked really happy while talking, but Wu Xiajiu frowned and looked at him. The old man didn't care at all, but raised his hands to look at him. It’s inconvenient to change this body…”

He read it in his mouth, looking at his expression, he seemed to think that this was a very common thing.

Wu Xia listened for a long time, but his eyes began to look at everything in this room. His eyes stopped on the row of bookshelves. What were placed on them were not books, but glass jars in the laboratory. Filled with solution, and in solution...

"This is all my collection." The old man stared at Wu Xiajiu, "If you want to cure a disease, you have to find it yourself. Although there are not many medicinal materials in the town, there are still some." Here, the old man gloated a little, "Some people are only worthy of staying at the bottom."

Wu Xiajiu calmed down his heaving chest, looked at him and said, "Is it because your brain is not working well when you are old, the most important thing you should change is your brain."

The old man seemed to be irritated by this sentence, fell silent, and stared at Wu Xiajiu coldly.

Wu Xiajiu seemed not to feel his gaze, and asked, "You killed all the children in the town."

The old man slightly moved away from the reclining chair, "No, it's not me, it's us, we all must live."

"No one has to live."

"But there is no need for useless people to exist. Let us survive to better serve the town."

"But now that you're alive, the town isn't much better, is it?"

Hearing this, the old man laughed ho ho, "No, it's fine, it's as good as me, and I'll live forever."

Wu Xiajiu frowned, thinking about the meaning of his words, but the old man seemed to be interested, and groped under the table with one hand, "You stay with me, although it is of no use to me, but it can become Appreciation of collections is also good." As soon as he finished speaking, that hand came up with a big knife, and then the old man stood up from the reclining chair.

The knife was covered with stains, which were blood stains left behind. The old man held the knife, and the tip of the knife slowly slid across the table, making a piercing sound. A thin leg stepped forward first, and the leg of his trousers only reached the thigh. It was empty, Wu Xiajiu didn't understand how such thin legs supported him, not to mention that the knife looked heavy at first glance, but he held it effortlessly.

In fact, the old man was stronger and healthier than Wu Xiajiu thought. When he saw him rushing towards him, Wu Xiajiu groaned in his heart, turned and ran out.