Lao Zhang's name is Zhang Qian.

At the beginning of my freshman year, she and I just had a simple bunk relationship, but later I found that she liked to take private jobs to illustrate people in her spare time to make money, and she was good at drawing backgrounds and details, while I preferred characters and plots, so I drew together to learn from each other's strengths, and gradually evolved into a collaborator relationship. Later, because they are all light sleepers and prone to insomnia, she moved out of the school dormitory with me within half a year, and with a little spare manuscript fee every month, she found a two-bedroom apartment in the old apartment building near the school, so there was a relationship between the two floors.

All in all, she is the second person besides Sister Qiu Mei who can talk freely and without scruples when she is with me.

So when I saw the news that she had an accident and went to the hospital, my heart was almost a mess, and I didn't even bother to put my luggage in my residence for a while, so I immediately took a taxi to the hospital. Who knew that it was already more than 12 o'clock at noon when she arrived at the hospital, but she was still in the rescue, and her boyfriend Liu Jie was like ants on a hot pot outside the door of the emergency room, his face was pale, and he almost didn't cry when he saw me.

Xu Shi had nowhere to vent his worries all night, so he didn't even say hello, and came over and yelled at me directly: "What the hell! Beitang! Obviously she looked very fine before going to bed last night, jumping and jumping, not at all like she was sick, how could she suddenly become like this?!!

I was stunned for a while by his out-of-control appearance, and then I came back to my senses and pressed his shaking hand, and asked him urgently, "What's wrong with Lao Zhang?

When he saw my expression, he finally stopped being so excited.

He calmed down for a while, and then while frowning and recalling, he intermittently told me, that it was about twelve o'clock, and he was sleeping in a daze, when he was suddenly woken up by a heart-wrenching pain in his wrist.

When he woke up, he found that Lao Zhang's face was pale, his eyes were closed, and one hand was clutching his wrist tightly, completely unconsciously, but the strength was so great that he felt that his wrist could be crushed by her at any time. Seeing this, he tried to wake her up, but no matter how he tried to wake her, he realized that she was not asleep with her eyes closed, but in shock.

I don't know what the reason is, the whole body feels like a piece of ice, cold and hard, and the mouth is full of blood, maybe there was a spasm before the shock, and the tongue was bitten, and the slightest movement of blood came out of the mouth, so frightened that he immediately called the emergency number and sent the person to the hospital.

Who would have thought that this entry would be more than ten hours of rescue, and she has not yet been out of danger, and she still doesn't know what is wrong with her body, I only heard that there is blood loss in her body, but I want to ask Lao Zhang who has never bumped into it, just a little blood in her mouth, how can it cause a lot of blood loss? Therefore, this question can only wait for the doctor to come out and listen to what they say.

It didn't happen before twelve o'clock, so she had a sudden attack after she texted me?

After listening to Liu Jie's story, I immediately remembered the way she sent a photo to mess around with me at that time, and I couldn't help but feel a chill in my vest.

It's only a few minutes at most, who would have thought that she was still showing affection a few minutes ago, and a few minutes later she almost entered the ghost gate. Thinking about how strong she usually is, just as she always boasts, she can't even use cold medicine all year round, how could she suddenly become ill to the point of going to the rescue room?

It seemed that she was out of danger, but the attending doctor did not allow us to contact her directly, but took us to the side, and then asked Liu Jie very strictly: "Did the patient have any accidents before the onset of the disease, such as falling from a height or being hit by a heavy object at high speed?"

Liu Jie repeatedly assured that he did not. At least when they were together, it never happened.

So the doctor took the diagnosis book and various test reports and put them in front of us, and said to us, "In that case, we have to wait until she comes to her senses and asks her what is going on." ”

"What kind of disease does that Zhang Qian have??" The doctor's expression and his somewhat strange tone made me more and more uneasy, so I didn't pay attention to the reports for now, and I asked him.

"The initial diagnosis was that the patient was in shock due to excessive blood loss," he said. But when we examined it, we found that there were no obvious injuries to her body except for the bite of her tongue, so we examined the inside, and after that, you see, multiple bones and internal organs were damaged, one rib even penetrated the liver, and there were several blood vessels in the skull and abdominal cavity at the same time, causing fluid accumulation...... Therefore, she should have been severely injured, but because there were no obvious symptoms on the surface of the body at first, and the patient's own body was excellent, she ignored it, or for some reason she endured it from others to find out, so she missed the best opportunity to check it, and the hidden danger of the injury completely broke out, and she was sent to the hospital......"

"But if the bones are damaged and the liver is pierced, how can she still be alive all day yesterday??" Hearing this, Liu Jie couldn't help but ask.

The doctor was stunned, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "So let's wait for the patient to wake up and ask her, what we are focusing on now is only for these test results." ”

But even in terms of the test results, it's still incredible, isn't it?

How could a person be completely alive like a healthy person when his whole body was so badly injured, and there was not the slightest sign of injury? It stands to reason that even if she broke a rib, she would have to lie on the bed and not be able to move, not to mention that the rib had pierced her liver. And if she really suffered such a severe injury, why did Zhang Qian deliberately conceal it or endure it so that no one would find out? This is completely impossible and impossible to hide.

So with a full stomach full of doubts, Liu Jie and I sat outside the ward for more than two hours.

I couldn't wait for Lao Zhang to wake up and ask clearly, but until her parents hurried from Heilongjiang, she was still unconscious, so Liu Jie and I could only say goodbye and leave first, because the old couple's extremely panicked love and questioning to the end made us a little overwhelmed. Especially Liu Jie, he looked like he was about to be driven crazy by the two old men, because the old man's words were full of suspicion that he had taken atrocities against Lao Zhang. After all, on the night of the illness, he slept in the same room as Lao Zhang, so in front of the various diagnostic reports given by the hospital, how could he make it clear to the two crazy old men......

As I thought of this, the window frame crackled with the wind, interrupting my train of thought abruptly in the silence of the night.

In the evening, there was a light rain, so it was rare to have a cool breeze, originally open the window to blow cool and blow quite comfortable, but I didn't expect the wind to get stronger and stronger after night, the window bolt of the old-fashioned apartment is not very firm, the wind will shake loudly, so I had to endure the dull pain of excessive fatigue in the back of the head to get out of bed, run to the north of the room and close the rusty window hard.

The room suddenly became stuffy, I wanted to turn on the air conditioner to cool down, but when it slowly spit out a little stinky wind, I remembered, as early as last winter, this old Panasonic has been broken, the landlord promised to repair it for a long time, but always forgot it, and I don't know if it's really a bad memory, or deliberately find an excuse to drag.

This is the sequelae of greed.

Although the price of the school district house is generally very high, the house that Lao Zhang and I rent is not expensive, and the two rooms are complete with coal and bathrooms and all kinds of miscellaneous expenses every month, a total of less than 2,000, so everyone who hears about this price will say that we have found a treasure.

But the price of cheapness is the old age of the house and all the things in the house, and the unreliability of the landlord.

In addition to this, there is another reason why it is cheap.

For reasons that are really unreliable, we never took it seriously. Because it was the unreliable aunt downstairs who deliberately ran upstairs to complain about us and sue us at the same time after putting up with the two of us often playing music and painting late at night for a month. She said that before we moved in, there were people in this house, who committed suicide by turning on the gas.

But she never told us whether the person who died was a man or a woman, and what the reason for the suicide was. So Lao Zhang and I agreed that this should be made up by the aunt to scare us away, but what is the use of making up this kind of story, for us who only seek cheap, not other cheap renters, as long as the house is cheap and practical enough, the rest are floating clouds, how can we use one or two nonsense to scare away. What's more, this kind of joke is inevitably too old-fashioned, grab a lot of it on the Internet, and say it where you can fool people.

As he thought about it, he shoved a few notes into the crack in the window, shook it vigorously to see that it finally stopped making a sound, and was ready to climb back into bed and continue sleeping.

But when he turned his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something dirty on the windowpane.

Speaking of which, it would have been nice to ignore its existence, but it looks so abrupt in the reflection that I can't ignore it. So after a little hesitation, I still couldn't hold back the damn cleanliness habit and turned back, went to the window and found a rag to wipe the glass hard, but for some reason, I couldn't wipe it off even after wiping it several times, which I couldn't help but feel a little strange.

He lowered his head and got closer to take a closer look at what was going on with the stain, but his face had just leaned against the glass, when suddenly there was a soft "bang" outside the window, and a cloud of white flowers suddenly fell from the sky.

I couldn't help but be taken aback by the flash that was almost clinging to the window pane in front of me.

Even though it was only a blink of an eye, it was still clear to me that the thing that fell from the sky was a woman.

A woman wrapped in a white sheet.

The moment she fell from my window, her eyes widened and she stared at me with an indescribable horror, as if she was begging me for help.

But in the blink of an eye, it disappeared in front of the window.

Followed by the muffled sound of the downstairs, my heart pounded when I heard it.

Immediately pulled off the window bolt and pushed open the window and quickly looked downstairs, but it was strange, obviously I watched the woman fall downstairs just now, but there was nothing on the concrete floor downstairs.

There was nothing under the bright streetlights.

Could it be that the man disappeared out of thin air?

Or was what I just saw just now just a hallucination caused by my overexhaustion?

Just as I was thinking so wildly, suddenly I felt something squirming upwards under my vision.

The white mass made my heart twitch for no reason.

What could that thing be......

Although his mind immediately reminded himself not to look, he still didn't have time to control his eyes, and he glanced down in great panic and quickly.

Then I felt like my whole body was so stiff that I couldn't move......

For I saw a pale-faced woman with her head high on the gray pipe under the window, staring at her creepy eyes, wrapped in a white sheet, like a snake, crawling little by little along the thin pipe in the direction of my windowsill.

It was the woman who fell from the building just now.......