Abnormal Museum Pokédex

Sanvaga Field Hospital.

It was dusk, and the western sky was covered with large scale-shaped clouds, which were red like fire under the reflection of the setting sun.

The rain had just stopped, and the air was filled with fresh water vapor. The dusty convoy brought the wounded from the front line. A burly middle-aged man jumped out of the car and strode towards the courtyard.

He was dressed in military uniform, covered his face with a black scarf, carried a sniper rifle, and wore the blue logo of the UN force on his left arm. He had obviously just finished his first-line mission.

There was a large group of medical staff receiving the wounded. The man stopped a nurse, asked a few words in the local dialect, thanked him in a low voice, and left quickly.

On the top floor of the inpatient building, the orange-red sunset glow came in through the windows on one side, and the cement corridor shone as if it had been splashed with water. The man slowed down, walked to the ward at the end, and gently pushed open the concealed door.

The room was quiet and silent, the curtains were half closed, and a tall boy was sitting in a chair in front of the window, with a unique heroic air between youth and teenager.

A book was spread out on his lap, with some colorful cartoon characters drawn on it, it seemed to be a picture book.He looked down intently, until he heard footsteps, he woke up suddenly, raised his head, and called out: "Dad."

Rong Sihuan wiped off the scarf and motioned him to keep his voice down: "How is Ah Su?"

Rong Rui put down the picture book carefully, and said: "He is asleep, he has a high fever, the doctor prescribed medicine for him, and he is almost finished."

Rong Sihuan walked to the bed and gently touched Xiao Su's forehead. The young man was asleep, his face was snow-white, two points colder than the white sheets, because he didn't wear glasses, his eyeliner was very long, eyelashes were thick, and the tip of his nose Slightly curled up, thin lips slightly pouting, not as gentle and steady as usual, like a child who hasn't grown up.

It was only over a month since the last time he drank in Jingchuan, but he was already so thin that his body could barely see any ups and downs under the thin quilt. With the indwelling needle, the blue blood vessels are clearly visible under the translucent skin, as if the flesh and blood have dried up.

Rong Sihuan was very distressed, couldn't help sighing, and asked her son in a low voice: "What did the doctor say?"

"It's nothing serious. I'm exhausted, and I've caught a cold, and the fever will go away after taking medicine." Rong Rui replied, "The rest...we'll see when we return to China. His condition is special, and his attending doctor will know better. "

"When did the doctor say you can return to China?" Rong Sihuan asked with concern, "The rebels are crazy this time, and the airport in Duma may not be in operation for long."

"The civilian airport has already stopped in the afternoon, but a helicopter will come to Sanvaga tomorrow morning and take us to the military airport." Rongrui replied, "The special plane from the bureau will pick us up tomorrow afternoon."

Rong Sihuan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Rong Rui looked at his father's dusty face. He was clearly in his prime, but the hair on his temples was already dyed a little frosty. He felt a little uncomfortable. He brought the chair in front of the window and said, "Dad, sit down."

Rong Sihuan hadn't received this kind of treatment for more than ten years, and she felt quite relieved. She unloaded her gun and sat down, and said, "I have to leave in a while, there are still tasks at midnight... Dad won't send you off tomorrow, take care of me." Su, go back and give me a treat for you Sangju."

Rong Rui sat on the edge of the bed and nodded.

Rong Sihuan said again: "You have to take care of yourself, you haven't rested for several days, and you don't sleep for a while now, what book are you reading?"

Rong Rui pursed his lips and handed him the picture book.Rong Sihuan opened it casually, his eyes were suffocated, the smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and even his voice trembled: "This, this is..."

"My mother left it and hid it in Yeager's hands for 12 years."

Rong Sihuan touched those familiar pictures with trembling fingers. In a trance, she seemed to see the gentle and beautiful face of his wife. She remembered the night before they separated 12 years ago, she sat under the lamp in the study and finished drawing for her son. On the last page of the cat diary, she smiled at herself like a little girl: "Rong Sihuan, am I a great painter?"

How did he answer?

"You are the number one contact in the academic circle, okay?"

"Hey, it's a pity that there are only two of you readers, Qu Cai, Qu Cai...or let's have another daughter? Let's make the best use of everything."

"Okay, ten more are fine! The singular surname is Rong, and the even surname is Zheng. When they grow up, they will form a basketball team to fight against each other!"

"Isn't that one more person? You are a pig, can you count!"

"No, I'm a pig."

They laughed and rolled together, lying on the carpet to read the newly released family picture book, chattering like countless ordinary couples, imagining the sweet life of the family in the future...

Unfortunately, there is no future.

A drop of water fell on the picture book, Rong Sihuan quickly wiped her face, carefully blotted the water with a facial tissue, closed the picture book and handed it to her son.

He didn't have the courage to look at it anymore, he felt that he might not dare to look at it again in his life!

"Take it away, take it back." Rong Sihuan's breath was unsteady, she covered her eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Put it together with the previous one. This is what your mother left for you. Keep it well."

Rong Rui took the picture book, and his eyes were red: "Dad, it was Yeager who killed my mother. 12 years ago, the stone house in the forest camp was the signal flare he sent, which attracted the rebels to kill my mother... After so many years, We all thought it was my mother's bad luck, but in fact... it was Yeager who deliberately borrowed a knife to kill someone in order to seize her scientific research achievements."

Rong Sihuan wiped her face, holding the sniper rifle on her knees, with such force that the veins on the back of her hands twitched violently, and even the knuckles of her fingers turned slightly white.

Rong Rui whispered: "It's a pity that he is already dead... This morning, he coerced Xiao Su to take him to the Sea of ​​Origin to find the place where his mother found the original sample. In the end, Xiao Su led him into a dead end, and then the heavy rain flooded him. , he was drowned alive."

Rong Sihuan closed her eyes and nodded.

Rong Rui said softly: "I watched him die with my own eyes."

Rong Sihuan was startled, understood, and patted his shoulder without saying a word.

Rong Rui was silent, and said again: "On the boat by Jinghu Lake, the map under Fang Huize was drawn by Xiao Su according to the cipher text in the picture book. I was anxious to save him at the time, so I didn't think much about it. I only found out later , that is the map of the maze leading to the location of the original sample! Dad, Mom originally drew them in the picture book in order to share with us her scientific expedition experience. 12 years later, my brother found the picture book and traced it out ...Do you think this is God's will?"

He couldn't help crying, partly because of sadness, partly because of rejoicing: "Mom... Mom found the virus that could save him 12 years ago, and today, 12 years later, he used his own life to get it from Yeager." I snatched it back from my hand...Dad, tell me, is this fate?"

Rong Rui choked up, crying and laughing, tears streaming down his face.

Rong Sihuan looked at the only bone and blood left by his wife, and looked at his immature and resolute face, which was similar to his wife's, and his heart was broken, and his heart was full of pain.

He held his breath, held his son by the back of the neck, hugged him into his arms, and said hoarsely: "Xiao Rui, I'm sorry, Dad failed to bring you back Mom... Dad's heart hurts too, but Dad can't help it. "

Rong Rui choked up in his arms, shook his head, and shook his head again: "Yes, I was wrong, Dad, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hated you for so many years... I was wrong."

"..."

The golden sky was falling, and the dim sunlight shrouded the small ward. The father and son embraced each other and wept silently. Their figures seemed to blend together, abstracted into a thin silhouette by light and shadow.

After a long time, Rong Sihuan let go of his son, wiped the water stains on his face, and said: "I have to go, I still have action tonight, Xiao Rui, take care of yourself and your brother... Later, those things of ELYsion will be handed over When it is in the hands of the embassy, ​​I will use the higher-level organization to get the researchers to contact Ah Su's attending doctor and transfer him to Beijing as soon as possible, and then you can take a long vacation and accompany him for treatment, huh?"

Rong Rui nodded, Rong Sihuan let out a long sigh of relief, shook his shoulders, and stood up: "Let's go, don't send it off, just stay."

Rong Rui followed him to the door and watched him go up the stairs. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his father's back. He was still so tall and straight, just like when he was with his mother countless times when he was a child and sent him out to perform tasks.

"Dad!" Rong Rui yelled.

Rong Sihuan turned around.

Rong Rui said, "Thank you for that shot."

Rong Sihuan bared her teeth, her teeth white: "No thanks... that's fine, let's go in!"

Twelve years ago, he saw the signal flare, but missed his wife's life. For that moment, he suffered all his life.

Today, God gave him a chance to make amends. This time, he did not miss it. Using his beloved sniper rifle, he broke his eight-year sniper record.

2980 meters, one hit kill.

I hope that this shot of his can change Xiao Su's fate, pull him back from the hand of death, and let him live forever.

Together with Rongrui.

The author has something to say: I cried while writing.

I hope you love me.