Plague Doctor

When Zhou Haorui returned to the dormitory from Quanshui Street, it was already past three in the morning, and all three roommates were sound asleep.

His head relaxed a lot, and the crow's voice no longer sounded. After twenty days of torture, he was finally able to sleep, but he did not go to the bed.

He walked to the desk next to the bed and sat down, turned on the computer, and searched online. He searched Mary Jin Alley for a while, and then searched for information about "Yang Liu Qingqing" and "Jiang Qi". As expected, the search for Yangliu Qingqing brought up some information about ancient poetry and Jiangnan ancient customs. This does not look like a personal name.

When they were saying goodbye in front of the alley, Zhou Haorui asked the money-worshiping girl: "Is your name really Yangliu Qingqing? This name... sounds like 'Qingwu Feiyang'."

"Is your name really Zhou Mo?" she asked him, "or is it weekend?"

Zhou Haorui was stunned for a moment, his face expressionless and not eloquent enough to answer.

But from what Yang Liu Qingqing meant, of course it was impossible for her to really be called that name...

Even an online nickname is unlikely. After all, how can a twenty-three or four-year-old girl like this kind of flavor now?

At the moment, Zhou Haorui searched through this name and added the keyword information of Dahua City and some colleges and universities in Dahua, but found nothing. Although this does not mean that the woman really does not have this name...

He then searched Lao Jiang again, and the result came out unexpectedly, "Huh?"

There is a novel author named Jiang Qi, is it a pen name? He published an urban long-edition novel "Postmodern Us", but the sales were dismal. One edition of 3,000 copies was sold out, and there are no other books. Other information... Think about Lao Jiang again, maybe he was unsatisfied like this.

Zhou Haorui didn't quite understand what postmodernity meant, but Lao Jiang was the most enthusiastic among them. At that time, he suggested: "We are in the same trench now. Listen to the crow, maybe we will gather here tomorrow night. Let's Add a phone number or add a WeChat account?"

However, Zhou Haorui and Yang Liu Qingqing remained vigilant and declined Lao Jiang's proposal without revealing their contact information or other information.

When he returned to school, he deliberately took many detours, paying attention to whether anyone was following him...

"Will we still get together tomorrow?" Zhou Haorui was thinking now, "There will even be more people?"

He thought for a while, it was almost four o'clock in the morning, and he was tired, so he turned off the computer, went to the bathroom on the floor to wash up, and then came back to sleep.

As soon as he lay down, he realized how exhausted he was. Although his mind was heavy, not long after he closed his eyes, he vaguely felt himself falling asleep.

After so many days, I can finally get some sleep...

Blur, haziness, chaos, and the lingering weird feeling are all intertwined.

The lights and shadows were swirling, and he seemed to see a group of people wearing bird-beaked doctor masks looking at the night sky, and seemed to hear a voice...it seemed to be the crow again, its voice was hoarse, and it spoke an obscure language.

Zhou Haorui's head began to hurt again, and the crow's voice kept repeating, not that the plague was coming, but a sentence...

"Go, use the power of the crow to eliminate the pain..." The crow said again, "Go and make the plague disappear and sacrifice them to the crow..."

Suddenly, Zhou Haorui felt like he woke up. The light in the dormitory was dim and his three roommates were still sleeping soundly. He sat up on the bed.

The cold wind was blowing, and at some point, the wooden door of the bedroom was opened, revealing a few cold reflections.

Zhou Haorui's heart suddenly sank. Those figures were not wearing beak masks, but looked like those goat-headed men that night, which made him feel weird and dangerous. He quickly got out of bed and went to wake Wang Jiaqi and the others, "Jia Qi, Zi Yang, Li Hui, wake up!"

However, the three roommates were still asleep, as if they had fainted.

And the dark figures outside the door appeared and walked in. They were all wearing black robes, with goatees, and their blurred faces looked like sheep heads.

"Come with us. You are lucky to be a sacrifice. The growth of new life requires nutrients."

Those people are approaching step by step.

"Fuck..." Zhou Haorui muttered, shouting quickly while looking for weapons. This was the sixth floor of the dormitory, and there was no way to escape through the window.

He shouted very loudly, but there was no response from outside, only dead silence.

He walked over and pushed and hit Wang Jiaqi and others, but they still didn't wake up.

Six goat-headed men gradually forced him into a corner. The badminton racket he grabbed was of no use at all.

But when these goat-headed men came up to catch him, Zhou Haorui still struggled hard and hit them with a badminton racket... The racket was caught by a man, and several other men grabbed his hands and feet. Bang , bang, bang, a heavy fist fell, and a fierce kick hit his vital part...

Zhou Haorui's whole body was twitching in pain, and every nerve was tearing. He could no longer struggle and could only let himself be dragged out by these people.

It seems like what happened that night is happening again, but this time, will the crow come to rescue...

The crow will not always guide you... learn to walk in the mist... use the power of the crow...

Your power will grow, your power has grown...

In the violent pain, Zhou Haorui remembered the words that the crow kept saying in his dream just now, and the crow mark on his right wrist became hot.

With that flash of enlightenment, he shouted out those words:

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Suddenly, the men who were dragging him let out screams of shock and horror. The skin on their faces, necks and bodies quickly turned black, and small and large pustules appeared on the black skin. It quickly became the size of an orange, and then exploded into a festering wound.

Just like the man in Mary King's Alley suffering from the Black Death.

The Black Death came to these people, but there was no scalpel or iron to cure them.

In the blink of an eye, all the goat-headed men turned into a pile of bones and a pool of pus in extreme pain...

It was also at this time that Zhou Haorui felt that everything around him was distorting.

"Ah..." Like a balloon bursting, he opened his eyes suddenly, sat up on the bed, looked around blankly, covered in cold sweat.

Just now, what was just...a dream?

The wooden door of the dormitory was closed, there was no goat-headed man on the floor, and the three roommates slept peacefully.

"Dream?" Zhou Haorui murmured, looking at the mark on his right wrist, but it was still a bit hot, as if there was fire flowing through it.

He completely remembered the obscure words he shouted in his dream, as if they were engraved in his mind. Was that just a dream? Or...supernatural power? A spell?

Is it the power of the crow...

Zhou Haorui opened his lips slightly and paused. If he read that sentence out, would it really... have any effect?

Yangliu Qingqing and Lao Jiang, have they also had this dream?

What does tonight's Mary-King Alley experience mean...

He only understood one part of the meaning of that mantra: "The crow pays blood with blood."

Zhou Haorui sat on the bed, looking in the direction of the bedroom door, thinking about everything for a while.

Love the Plague Doctor.