Chapter 44 Corpse
The pharmacy was in a mess. Medical instruments were broken into pieces and countless medicine bottles and boxes were scattered all over the floor.
Old He lay exhausted in the messy pile of junk, his face pale, a torn talisman still clenched in his hand, blood still faintly seeping out of his face.
On the other side, Cheng Xiaoyan was also there, but her condition was obviously worse than Lao He's.
She curled up on the bed in the corner, her hair disheveled, her eyes red, and her cheeks covered with scars that looked like they were left by a wild animal's claws, as well as traces of tears. Her petite body was constantly shaking and trembling, and her baggy hospital gown was torn open in a large section, revealing her fair shoulders and half of her thighs, which were covered with scratches and bloodstains of varying degrees.
When Cheng Xiaoyan saw me come in, she didn't react at all. She stared at the wall with lifeless eyes, her whole body was shaking, and she was sobbing, unable to utter a word. Tears like pearls fell from her eyes.
"That thing is gone..."
Lao He pointed at the window and his hoarse voice sounded. There was endless fatigue on his face, but at the same time there was a hint of relief.
Only then did they discover that there was a big hole in the window of the room.
Obviously, Cheng Xiaoyan's grandmother broke through the window and escaped.
An elderly man jumped from the fourth floor?
I can’t even imagine…
I walked over and helped Lao He up from the ground. He waved his hand, indicating that everything was fine, and said, "Go check on Xiaoyan. Her condition is very serious."
I walked up to Cheng Xiaoyan and called her.
Nothing happens.
I moved a little closer, and she finally reacted, but it was just the kind of fear that a kitten would show, and she quickly shrank back, crying out sharply, "Don't come over here!"
As she struggled, her already tattered clothes became even more torn, revealing a large patch of white.
I was in no mood to see those "spring scenes", so I picked up the quilt next to me, covered her with it, and said, "Xiaoyan, I am Zhiyong!"
Seeing her like this, I felt as if my heart was cut by a knife and I felt so sad.
What on earth had that old woman done to her?
Why did Cheng Xiaoyan have so many inexplicable wounds on her body?
Why was she so scared?
After a long while, Cheng Xiaoyan slowly calmed down, but her tears were still flowing.
I tried to approach her again and gently held her hand.
This time she was finally no longer afraid. She cried out with a "woop" and then snuggled tightly in my arms.
Feeling the soft and subtle
The series of horrific incidents in Building D have already made me anxious and exhausted, and now a grandmother who looks like a monster has popped up. These days... are really like walking a tightrope in a sea of fire...
Perhaps she was too tired, Cheng Xiaoyan slowly fell asleep, but her hands were still holding me tightly, refusing to let go.
I signaled Lao He to go and rest first, and I would stay here alone to accompany Cheng Xiaoyan.
Cheng Xiaoyan did not sleep well. She frowned from time to time, her body twitched slightly, and occasionally she uttered some words that I could not hear, as if she was calling for help or begging for mercy.
I looked at her pretty face and felt heavy-hearted.
What on earth could have caused a girl in her early twenties to fall into such pain and fear?
Who is her grandmother?
…
When I woke up the next day, I was lying on the bed in the pharmacy. My hands were still warm, from where Cheng Xiaoyan left them, but she was gone.
He rubbed his sleepy eyelids and looked around.
The pharmacy's equipment, medicine boxes, and medicine chests have all been neatly put away. There is no trace of blood or hair on the floor. Everything looks brand new.
If yesterday's experience hadn't been so terrifying, I would have almost thought it was a nightmare.
When I arrived at the lounge, Liu Fuqiang had already come to work. He was surprised to see me and said, "Zhiyong, where have you been? I thought you left early."
I smiled at him and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
After spending a long time with Liu Fuqiang, I found that he was not that annoying after all. Perhaps it was because he had stayed in such a desperate place for too long, but every morning, seeing a living person knocking on the door gave him some comfort.
I went to Ward 105 to look for Cheng Xiaoyan, but she was not there. He Min, who lived with her, also said that she hadn't seen her all night.
Strange, where did she go after coming out of the pharmacy?
Obviously, the pharmacy must have been cleaned up by Cheng Xiaoyan. She left before me. Where would she go at this time?
I left Building D and walked outside. I saw Lao He sitting under a big locust tree, staring in the direction of Building D in a daze. Sometimes he looked anxious, sometimes he seemed to have figured something out and slapped his thigh, and sometimes his face turned blue and revealed fear.
I walked over to say hello to him, but it took him a long time to see me.
"sit."
Lao He patted his side.
I didn't sit down. I took out a cigarette, threw it to him, and said, "I have something else to do. I need to bring food to my mother."
He took it, put it to his ear, raised his head, looked at the sky, and said something incomprehensible:
"The world is going to change..."
"Huh?" I looked at him puzzled.
It took Lao He a long time to look at me again. His eyes were haggard and his skin looked much older.
Usually, Lao He is full of energy and vigor, just like an immortal with white hair and a youthful face.
If he didn't live in Building D, I wouldn't be able to tell that he was sick. On the contrary, he was healthier than the average person.
"Evil creatures have invaded Building D. From now on, there will be no peace here..."
Lao He said tremblingly, and then looked at me: "Zhiyong, you must be extremely careful when you keep watch in the future."
I was shocked and said, "Lao He, the evil thing you are talking about is the one from last night?"
"Yeah." Lao He nodded, took the cigarette from his ear and put it in his mouth.
I lit it for him and asked cautiously, "Was that thing last night a ghost?"
When I mention the word "ghost", my heart can't help but .
As someone who received socialist education since childhood, I have always scoffed at such superstitious things.
But, everything that happened in these days, and even last night, completely shattered my three views and made me understand that in this world... some things do not not exist, but you just haven't encountered them.
Lao He blew out a puff of smoke and said with a wry smile: "If it's a ghost, then it's easy to deal with."
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"If it's a ghost, I'm not afraid, because I have ways to deal with it." Lao He shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, she is not a ghost."
"If it's not a ghost, then what is it?"
Lao He didn't say anything. He stretched out his hand towards me and opened his palm. There was a handful of burnt glutinous rice inside, which had turned black.
I looked at him puzzledly, not understanding what he meant.
"This is the glutinous rice that old man stepped on last night. It has turned black."
Lao He looked pale and said in a trembling voice: "How can a normal person make glutinous rice turn black?"
"Then what is she?" I was anxious.
"corpse!"
Old He uttered this word in a sinister tone.
