Chapter 2

Faced with Hong's question, the girl was completely unable to respond. She didn't know which question to answer first.

She stood there blankly, the medicine box in her hand shaking so violently that she seemed ready to shake the medicine out at any moment.

Click.

The door was pushed open again, from the outside.

A middle-aged woman in a dirty white coat walked in. With yellow skin, black hair, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, she was the woman who seemed to be a doctor just now.

"Let me answer your question. Don't be embarrassed. She has been sick and frightened before, and her speech and brain are not good."

The woman walked to the bed and placed a light gray kettle in her hand on the wooden bedside table.

"We don't know how you got here. Last night, when Yiyi went out to look for firewood, she accidentally found you in a pit and dragged you back."

"When we found you, you were unconscious. There seemed to be no external injuries on your body. You were just unconscious and had a fever. Yiyi fed you a lot of filtered water and waited all night before you woke up."

At this point, the woman let out a breath.

"Then let's talk about this place. This is Baiqiu Village. It is surrounded by deep mountains. The only connection to the outside is an old road to the west."

She paused.

"I am a doctor in the village, my surname is Xu. Her name is Lin Yiyi, she is an orphan, and she lives here alone. There is no other important information. Okay, I have finished what I have to say, it's your turn. Tell me, you are

Who, how did you come here, and why did you come here?"

"Doctor Xu, can I call you that?" Yu Hongli took stock of the situation and said in a low voice, enduring the pain in his throat.

Seeing the other party nodding, he continued.

"My name is Yu Hong. I was just sleeping at home, and then" he detailed his previous feelings.

"I don't know how I got here. I" He raised his hand with difficulty and covered his forehead.

"How old are you?" Dr. Xu suddenly asked.

"Twenty. Twenty-seven." The opening of macro-conditioned reflex.

"That's enough. You can't go back anyway. In today's world, it doesn't matter where you come from or how you got here. Without a car, you will be dead if you go out. I guess you will have to stay here for a long time." Dr. Xu said calmly.

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"???Don't have a car? Can you find someone to borrow a car and take me to the nearest station? I can give you money!" Yu Hong was a little confused.

"Station?" This time it was Dr. Xu's turn to be confused. "What the hell are you talking about? Where did the station come from? Who will drive you these days? There are all kinds of monsters outside. If you go out alone, are you looking for death?"

"Monster?!" Yu Hong was stunned.

"What monster??" He suspected that the other party was acting or had a mental problem.

But when he saw Dr. Xu looking at him like he was looking at a fool, Yu Hong felt something was wrong.

He felt a little panicked.

He is just an ordinary office worker. No one would be willing to spend a lot of money to hire an actor of this level to deceive themselves, right???

"It's over. He is indeed a fool." Dr. Xu raised his head, showing a helpless expression.

"A fool mates with a fool, you two are perfect."

She looked sideways out the window.

"It's still early. You'll know when it gets dark soon. I'll leave first. Yiyi, please watch him and don't let him open the door at night."

"Okay" Little Stutter nodded quickly.

Seeing Dr. Xu opening the door and about to leave, Little Stammer hurriedly shouted.

"Yaoyao! Sister" she shouted anxiously.

"." Dr. Xu heard the voice, looked back at Yu Hong, and understood.

She took out a mercury thermometer from her pocket and stuffed it into Yu Hong's mouth.

"Take your temperature."

After waiting for a while, she took out the thermometer and looked at it.

"38.5, I can't die."

"My medicine is not good." The little stutterer quickly handed over the medicine box in his hand to let the other party see.

The mold spots on the medicine also made Dr. Xu frown.

"Yiyi, I don't have much medicine. The post office only goes to the city once a month."

After hearing this, Little Stutterer suddenly became anxious. He looked left and right, and quickly found something like a potato from the cabinet in the corner, and handed it to the other party.

"Change, this, change the medicine!"

Doctor Xu shook his head and said it was not enough.

Then Little Stammer went to other places to search.

The two bargained, and their voices continued to reach Hong's ears.

Hearing this, he became drowsy and became more and more depressed, and soon fell asleep again.

The pain in his throat, the dizziness in his head, and the weakness all over made him unable to get up at all.

The body's instinctive self-healing mechanism prompted him to quickly recover his physical strength through sleep.

Time passes quickly.

I don’t know how long has passed. Maybe one hour, maybe three hours. Time has no measure for a sleepy person.

Yu Hong slowly woke up from his slumber.

He was sore all over, felt weak and weak, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. There was a large blockage stuck in it, making him unable to make a sound.

Opening his eyes, he struggled to get up from the bed and looked around.

The room was quiet.

The walls and ceiling of this small square bedroom are all made of wood and are light yellow in color.

The ground was black mud, flat and dry, and grass even grew in some corners.

Yu Hong slowly turned sideways, put his legs on the edge of the bed, then lowered them little by little and stepped on the ground.

The solid feeling of being on the ground made him feel inexplicably relieved.

He looked down at himself.

A gray-white short-sleeved T-shirt with a cartoon tiger head tattooed on the chest and some yellow stains. The pants are cream-yellow casual pants, but they look very wrinkled at this time.

The big toes on both sides of the gray socks were torn, and the two big toes embedded in black mud stuck out.

‘What is this?’ He looked at the back of his hand, and there was an unknown black mark on the back of his right hand.

The mark looked like an ancient seal. There was a lump of mud-like thing lying on the square seal. There was no pattern or writing. At a glance, it looked like a birthmark.

But Yu Hong clearly remembered that he did not have such a big birthmark on his body, let alone on the conspicuous back of his right hand.

I reached out and rubbed the mark, but it didn't hurt or itch.

He tried wiping it, but found it couldn't be wiped off, so he gave up temporarily.

After checking his body again to make sure there were no external injuries, Yu Hong touched the stubble on his chin and looked sideways at the window.

The window is on the right side of the bed and is square in shape. The inside and outside are nailed with horizontal wooden boards, which is very tight. It is like guarding against mental illness, and there is an uneasiness in the mess.

There was dim light outside the window, slanting in, leaving dim yellow patches beside the bed.

Yu Hong took a breath and felt that the air was strange, with an indescribable burnt smell.

He walked a few steps and came to the door. He saw a thick stack of old newspapers lying at the foot of the wooden door.

After a pause, he bent down, picked up the stack of newspapers with difficulty, and looked at the top one.

"Highest warning: Major black disasters have hit various parts of the country recently"

The huge headline took up almost half of the entire newspaper.

Here are the details.

'. The continuous occurrence of black disasters and the weakness of response departments have posed a huge threat to the life safety of the people. Faced with the severe situation, the National Disaster Prevention Committee urgently established an emergency management department to launch operations in areas with serious black disasters.

Respond quickly and organize rescue work with all our strength'

Wow.

Yu Hong frowned and turned to the back.

A photo of a lively scene of rescue operations in a disaster-stricken area appeared in front of him.

This is a dusty ruin of a building, and people wearing heavy protective clothing are carrying stretchers, lifting out charred bodies one after another.

"Black disaster?" He had never heard of this word at all.

Then he turned to the newspaper below.
To be continued...