The woman's words attracted Yoo Xiang's attention.

He was originally sitting on the bed listening to Xia Ping's words intently, but when he saw her asking, he immediately followed her gaze and looked up at me.

I hurriedly shrank into the back of the bed.

But he still saw my bloodshot eyeball. "Are you hurt?" he asked, sensing my resistance, quickly looking away, and smiling.

"Hmm. I nodded vaguely.

"It shouldn't be an injury. He denied it.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Bulbar subconjunctival hyperemia, the blood is very fresh, it may be that you have a little problem with your blood pressure, or it may just be a simple rupture of blood vessels. ”

“...... Really?" I couldn't help but poke my head out and look at him again, "How do you know?"

"I've had this kind of eye condition before, so I've looked up a lot of relevant information, and I know a little bit about it. In fact, this symptom is a little scary to look at, but after a few days, you will slowly recover without seeing a doctor, so you don't have to worry. ”

"Oh...... That's ......."

"Also, you can try this. As he spoke, he handed over a bottle from underneath.

When I received it, it turned out to be a bottle of eye drops, which was densely written in Japanese, and it was probably imported. "No need...... " wanted to excuse himself, but he couldn't help but stuff it into my hand: "This potion was brought by my friend from Japan, and it is very effective for eye congestion. I haven't opened this bottle yet, so you might as well try it. ”

"But ......" was about to excuse me, when my eyeballs suddenly throbbed so violently that I couldn't get my words out of my mouth.

At this moment, the man seemed to remember something, looked at his watch and stood up, and smiled at me and Xia Ping: "After talking for a long time, I almost forgot that I haven't eaten dinner yet, you guys talk first, I'll go to the dining car." ”

With that, he pushed the door open and left the carriage.

So the hand holding the eye dropper bottle stretched out halfway, and could only take it back, until he pulled the carriage door with his backhand, Xia Ping smiled, and didn't know whether it was to me or to herself, and muttered softly: "What a nice man, isn't it." ”

After that, she rubbed her two bare arms, lay down on Li Xin's bed and pulled the quilt: "The air conditioner is a little too big." ”

I also felt a little cold, but the temperature made my eyeballs less sore than before, so it was still pleasant.

"He's in good shape, too. After a moment she added. "The bells are also wrapped in LV's bag. ”

"Rich salesman. I said.

She sneered, "Yes, I was about to say that, too." ”

"I don't know what perfume he uses, it's weird and smells good. ”

"One of the men's appearances that a woman looks good at. ”

"I'm just interested in the perfume he uses. ”

"Huh. You can ask him what brand of perfume he has. ”

"Not so well. ”

"What's wrong, he gave you eye drops, don't you even dare to ask about a perfume brand. ”

"Not really. ”

"Then ask. ”

With that, she turned over and faced the wall, and she yawned heavily.

I didn't say anything more.

I turned off the headlights and turned on the bedside lamp, intending to read a few more chapters of the book that was said to be the color of each character if I read it with a delicate heart.

But I couldn't see two lines, and my right eye suddenly hurt again.

It was a very intense pain, accompanied by a hot feeling, and I couldn't hold back for a while to ask the woman in the next bed to look at my eyes.

I'm worried about it getting worse again.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for the pain to stop, leaving only a stuffy feeling of soreness on my eyeballs, and although I looked in the mirror as fast as I could, I couldn't help but glance at the bottle of eye drops I had set aside as I lay back on the pillow.

I couldn't understand most of the words above, but there was only one line of Chinese characters that clearly summed up everything I wanted to know: the third class of medicines.

The so-called third category of drugs is the kind of drugs that are not prescription drugs.

I used drugs that may not be effective, but basically do not have any side effects.

So it should be okay to use, since the salesman said that it has an obvious effect on eye congestion.

So with the small light next to me, I opened the package by dividing it by two, and then unscrewed the lid and squeezed some potion and dripped it on my right eye.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or what, as soon as the potion drops into my eyes, a faint and cool feeling immediately envelops my originally hot eyeball.

It's like the first time I smell the man named Yoo Sang-sang in an ice cream parlor, it's so clear that it calms people's hearts.

So my heart, which had been disturbed by the pain, slowly calmed down, and I closed my eyes and put down the book, intending to enjoy this clear and comfortable feeling for a while. But at this moment, the door of the carriage was slammed open, breaking my rare comfort, and I had to open my eyes immediately.

Someone walked in from outside the carriage.

With a strong smell of smoke, he accidentally kicked something in the dim light that filled the room, and he cursed in pain: "Grass fucking ......"

It's Li Xin.

He smoked outside for more than an hour, and when he entered the carriage, his whole body seemed to be still floating with smoke.

Seeing that Xia Ping seemed to be asleep on his bed under the quilt, he lifted the quilt and found the ipad, opened it and played for a while, as if he felt a little bored, he put his head into the quilt and kissed Xia Ping twice on the face and neck.

Xia Ping grunted twice, it turned out that she was still awake, pointed to the upper bunk, and then stretched out her hand impatiently to push him away.

Maybe because there was only a bedside lamp in the carriage, Li Xin didn't notice my storage, and after being pushed away twice by Xia Ping, he pressed her head on the pillow, unbuttoned her pants and climbed directly into her quilt.

Xia Ping whined under him, as if resisting, and seemed to remind him that someone else was there.

But others were on the rise, so they naturally didn't pay attention to it at all, and not long after, in Xia Ping's painful muffled snort, the quilt arched upward, and the inside vibrated regularly. The noise was so loud that I didn't dare to move my body for a long time, so I could only maintain a position of lying on my side, opening a little gap between my eyelids, and looking down uneasily and a little uncontrollably.

Unexpectedly, I saw Xia Ping's eyes.

Her eyes were wide open and sparkling in the darkness, and she looked at me with a look that was hard to describe.

Cold, as if hateful, but also as if full of enjoyment, the fast taste makes those eyes seem to be filled with a surging water, which can overflow with a light touch.

I was really flustered by this strange look.

I subconsciously wanted to close my eyes and pretend not to see, but she raised her voice as if she was deliberately humming again, and while humming, she kicked off the quilt hard, deliberately letting me see the scene of their two bodies overlapping each other, and then turned over, so that the lines of their two bodies squirming were clearly displayed in front of my eyes.

This fragrance is so beautiful that even the air exudes a lustful breath, but it makes me shiver for no reason.

Even though I carefully wrapped myself tightly in the quilt, I could not restrain the shiver that penetrated into my skin little by little through the woman's muffled snort and the trembling of the mattress, and made my hands and feet cold and stiff a little bit. It wasn't until a long time later that the man finally slammed the woman between her legs with a force that wanted to penetrate the whole woman, and finally came to an abrupt end.

Then the surroundings fell silent.

It was so quiet that it was as if it hadn't happened at all, only bursts of breathing like a cow panting together, which still made people's hearts faintly restless.

It took a long, long time before the surroundings really quieted down.

They should both be asleep, but I can't, for my hands and feet are still cold and stiff, and I can't move as if I were restrained. I thought it might be because my body was too stiff just now, so I had to maintain this position and continue to lie down, and after a while, I felt a little itchy on my neck, and I lowered my head and rubbed my shoulders against this place.

Who knew that the itching sensation did not reduce, but became more and more aggravated.

It's like being bitten by a poisonous mosquito, and when you first notice it, it's only slightly itchy, but after that, whether you leave it alone or scratch it hard, it will get worse. I had to rub my stiff hands and scratch my neck twice. But I don't know if I overtried my head for a moment or what, just scratched it twice, I felt that my fingers were wet, and I actually scratched the skin.

Immediately, I glanced at my fingers, and then my scalp tingled, because the blood on my fingers was not red, but black.

It reminded me of the few black rashes that popped up on my neck when I looked in the mirror this morning. Originally, after a whole day's encounters, I almost forgot about them, and only then did I remember, and at the same time remembered the state of affairs that they meant. But I didn't know what kind of Cheng dù was accidentally scratched by me, so I hurriedly took out a mirror from my bag and looked at my neck, and I was immediately dizzy, and I almost couldn't grasp the mirror.

The small black rashes on the neck, which had been scarcely inconspicuous at first, had only grown in a day, and now they looked not only much larger, but also more numerous, and even patches near the neck socket, and the skin where I had scratched them was high and swollen, and they were so conspicuous that it was impossible to look at them directly.

I shuddered just to look at it, and I took several deep breaths to calm my frantic heartbeat, then lowered the mirror and tucked it into the bottom of my bag, knowing that I didn't have the courage to look at the horrible stuff anyway.

I vividly remember what my uncle said to me at that time, "At first, it was very small, a small piece like a measles, it didn't hurt or itch, but in just a day or two, the rash suddenly became bigger and became a pustule, the largest could be the size of grapes, and the smallest had to be the size of a fingernail......

Now that the rash on my body has reached the point of patches, I don't know how much time is left before it turns into a fingernail. Sure enough, as my uncle said, they broke when I touched them, but the difference was that he said that the thing didn't hurt or itch, but these on my body were not only itchy but also a little painful, I don't know what the reason is.

Thinking about it, I panicked again, because I thought of the death of those who had these things on them.

They all died of festering bodies.

What could be more terrible than watching oneself rot to death? Just thinking about it is enough to make a person despair.

If I knew this was the case, I should have changed that wish to 'let me die a beautiful life' when I made a wish to the Underworld. It's a pity that people are always like this, before the last step, who is willing to die so lightly, so no matter how hopeless, they will always hold the belief of "how can you know if you can be saved if you don't try", "maybe there will be a miracle", and so on, isn't it?

Just as I was hugging my shoulders and trembling and thinking about it, I suddenly felt a □□ in my ankles, and I couldn't help but buzz in my head.

It's not like that's starting to grow on your feet......

As the terrible thought flashed through me, I quickly looked at my feet.

Fortunately, I didn't see any suspicious black spots that made people shudder, except a large rat with black fur standing motionless on my feet, and its small round black bean eyes sparkling at me in the dim light of the carriage.

It seems that today there are not only more ghosts, but also rats.

As I retracted my foot, it swooped down onto the armrest on the edge of the bed. Instead of leaving immediately, he turned his head to look at me again.

When I saw this, I was about to raise my leg to get it, but it immediately squeaked at me, so arrogant that it was almost completely unafraid of people.

It immediately kicked towards the place where the little thing had landed, but before its foot could touch the handrail, it slid down and disappeared without a trace.

"Yoh!" At this time, I heard someone outside sigh softly: "Look at this moon, it's so beautiful......"

"Pretty, ghost-like, pretty fart. ”。