Plague Doctor

The plague is coming, the plague is coming...

Before the night had completely arrived, the desolate voice sounded in Zhou Haorui's mind again, and every nerve began to be tortured again. It was already the 20th day of April 19th, and there was still no trace of the crow, and he had indeed reached the border of madness.

Starting from the night of the thirteenth day, while the sound of desolation recurred, there were also sporadic fragments of light and shadow passing by, making his spirit even harder to bear.

Every day that passed, the light and shadow fragments became more, more chaotic, and more real. He seemed to have seen many indescribable and bizarre scenes.

But every time he wanted to capture something clearly, even a fragment of light and shadow, he would immediately have a splitting headache, and even the muscles in his whole body would become almost stiff...

Until now, Zhou Haorui was really not sure whether the crow was good or bad, good or bad, whether it saved him or harmed him.

Is there no petrifying disease at all, but only one's own tendency to go crazy?

Is there no such thing as a man with a goatee, and what happened that night was all an illusion created by the crow?

Is it, is it, is it...

Zhou Haorui not only endured physical torture, but also suffered from greater mental stress caused by his own anxiety, like duckweed in the storm.

Starting from the eighteenth day, he couldn't sleep at all all night and could only toss and turn in bed. During the day, he wanted to catch up on his sleep, but he still couldn't fall asleep after skipping classes. His mind seemed to be dry and there was no nourishment left. For dreams.

It had been three days in a row now. In the dormitory room, Zhou Haorui looked at himself in the dressing mirror. He had lost a lot of weight, had two big dark circles under his eyes, and had a scary face.

"Haorui..." Wang Jiaqi, who was playing with the computer over there, looked over and said, "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Wei Ziyang also looked over. They all knew that he was suffering from insomnia recently, but they really couldn't help him.

"Well..." Zhou Haorui responded weakly and slowly, his eyes so dry that they were about to burst, "I'll go to the hospital tomorrow to check..."

Although he said this, he knew that there was no point in going to the hospital unless the doctor chopped off his head.

Not only was his spirit about to collapse, but his whole body was also exhausted. Every muscle seemed to be dragging a large weight. Zhou Haorui walked to his bed and lay down to sleep. However, when he closed his eyes, his eyes fell into darkness. The sound became intense, and fragments of light and shadow appeared one after another.

In this way, there is no way to rest at all...

Zhou Haorui is like a man who has been fishing for twenty days by the river. He is exposed to the scorching sun every day and is half wet. He is thirsty and hungry. He is going crazy and dying. When he sees the fishing line being pulled again. , even though I couldn’t catch the fish every time in the past and I was exhausted.

But when he was about to die, he still had a breath of air. He was angry, resentful and crazy, so he still used all his body to pull - to capture those fragments of light and shadow.

Even if you can only see one piece clearly, it is still a demonstration against the crow...

It was also at this moment that a feeling that he had not experienced before came out, and Zhou Haorui suddenly really saw a fragment clearly.

That was... the entrance to an old alley, with a sidewalk outside and a streetlight, and on the wall of the building on the left side of the alley, there was a signboard "Fuji Tea".

It's Quanshui Street! That's Quanshui Street!

Zhou Haorui suddenly became energetic, and his nerves that were about to burst seemed to be nourished. He knew where it was, less than 300 meters outside the Dahua Polytechnic School. He had been there, of course, there were some snack shops there, Sometimes I go there to hang out and eat.

The plague is coming, the plague is coming...

Zhou Haorui opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, looked in the direction of the bedroom door, paused for a while, then got out of bed, quickly changed into a set of clothes and walked away.

"I'm going out." He hurriedly said to Wang Jiaqi and the others, without saying where he was going.

Quanshui Street, Fuji Tea, that alley.

After seeing the fragment clearly, he had a new feeling, as if that was where the crow was going to guide him.

After spending so many days, he finally got new guidance.

Maybe that was not the case, maybe the devil led him into a deeper abyss, but he couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't endure another night like that.

Zhou Haorui walked out of the dormitory building, and the cold wind hit his face, almost blowing his weakened body down, and every pore shrank due to the cold. The weather is really weird this year. It’s almost May and it’s still so cold.

It was almost midnight, and there were not many people on the campus road. Zhou Haorui learned the lesson from that day and tried his best to choose the busiest road, and gradually left the campus of Dahua Polytechnic, one hundred meters, two hundred meters. Three hundred meters away, we are approaching our destination.

The area where Dahua Institute of Technology is located is a relatively remote old town in Dahua City, and this area is not considered prosperous.

It was so late again. Zhou Haorui was walking on the old street. There were very few pedestrians and not many vehicles going back and forth on the road outside. Most of the shops on the street were closed. The occasional pharmacies and convenience stores that were open were not visited by anyone. , the clerk behind the counter looked down at his phone.

The light of the street lamp was getting darker and darker. Fuji Tea was just a dozen meters in front. Zhou Haorui could already see the old lamppost among the fragments of light and shadow.

But his steps stopped and his brows wrinkled slightly...

Next to the lamppost, there was a middle-aged man standing there. He was about 1.7 meters tall, with simple and old clothes, a somewhat fat figure and face, and a crew cut with a receding hairline. He looked very depressed.

Zhou Haorui's eyes noticed another figure, leaning against the wall at the entrance of the alley.

Go to a young girl who is a few years older than him.

The girl looks and dresses pretty, but her spirit seems to be very depressed. She looks like she has just died...

Zhou Haorui had seen this look in the mirror not long ago.

He was now looking at these two strange passers-by. For a few moments, it was as if he was looking in a mirror because of the look in their eyes.

Zhou Haorui took a deep breath secretly, maybe he was overthinking it...or there was something really weird about those two people...

After a while, neither of the two people moved. They must be ordinary passers-by. Zhou Haorui took a few steps forward tentatively. However, the closer he got, the more the crow mark on his right wrist became hotter. There was definitely something weird... …

He stopped again, and neither the middle-aged man nor the young girl left, as if they were waiting for something.

"Hello, hello..." Until suddenly, the middle-aged man took the initiative to say hello to the two of them respectively, a little embarrassed and shy, "Are you also..."

The middle-aged man raised his right hand and rolled down his sleeve. Under the dim light, there was a crow mark on his wrist.

Love the Plague Doctor.