Soon after Li Duoan left, Guan Ke got up with difficulty, put on his clothes, and prepared to go out. His whole body was weak, and even standing up required all his strength. In the depths of his mind, it seemed that there was always a needle poked there, touching his nerves from time to time, and his vision was dark.

When he was a little more conscious, he struggled and slung his backpack full of gun parts on his back.

Hei kept following him, his head hanging down, looking listless.

Guan Ke staggered out of the door of No. 404, turned around, held on to the door frame, and said to Ah Hei, "Don't follow me." I'm going to do this by just one person. If things work out, that's my luck, and if things don't work out, there's no way to do it. You don't necessarily help me if you follow me. ”

Hei rubbed his thigh, and then he stood still.

Guan Ke touched his head, smiled and said, "Be obedient, don't follow me." ”

Hei watched as the passer turned around a corner of a staircase, then another corner of a staircase, and finally disappeared, still not looking away.

He is the subject of Bolt's experiment, since he can escape, there must be an extraordinary place, how can he die so easily? Ah Hei has never believed that if Guan Ke is gone, he really can't come back. But from the conversation between Guan Ke and Li Duoan, he obviously heard the meaning of farewell. He really seemed to be going to die. Hei finally understood that those who were able to escape from the experimental base were still only human beings, not gods. As long as it is a human being, then his life is fragile and can be taken away by any accident at any time.

Hei didn't know where to go. He looked inside the room, then in the direction in which the passer had disappeared, and hesitated. Maybe I should follow up and help the customer. No, maybe you should do what the customs officer said, just stay quietly, and don't always worry the customs customer.

Hei hesitated for a while, and suddenly ran down the narrow staircase from the open door. It was afternoon and the sun was shining. The old people are walking, the women are taking care of the children, and there are no young people. Ah Hei looked around, trying to find the figure of Guan Ke from the bustling crowd, but he couldn't find it.

He turned and returned to room 404, lying motionless on the blanket specially prepared for him. He's going to wait for the customs guest to come back. He didn't know when he would have to wait. Maybe a day, maybe three days, maybe a year. He believed he wouldn't wait too long, because his memory wasn't always very good.

When the grief passed by time, he believed that he would wander around the world, as Guan Ke said.

……

The customs knot struggled to quickly leave the 44 buildings. He glanced back, but Hei didn't follow, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Although Hei's intelligence is comparable to that of a human, he is powerless in this matter. Militants of dozens, hundreds, and most likely all of them were armed with firearms, no matter how swift Ah Hei was, it was impossible to dodge so many bullets. As long as a bullet hits Hei's vital part, he will say goodbye to this world.

Guan Ke thought that it would be good to say goodbye to the world by himself, and there was no need to involve Ah Hei.

The gateway touched the pocket on his chest. There was a bottle full of brain analgesics, which had just been obtained from Dr. Gao Yi and had not yet been opened. With this bottle of medicine on me, I don't think this night will be too painful.

He hid behind a small booth at the entrance of a community and waited for a while. Seeing that Ah Hei didn't run out, he was completely relieved.

An empty taxi approached, and the customs officer waved.

When the passer lowered his head and got into the taxi, his mind was in a trance, and his vision instantly went dark. The customs guest estimated the approximate position and sat in the back seat.

The taxi driver asked, "Where to go?"

Guan Ke took out a bottle of medicine from his chest pocket, twisted the cap of the bottle tremblingly, and poured out a pill with a trembling heart, and put it on his trembling left hand. He unfastened the backpack behind him and pulled out a tea bottle from the mezzanine. He placed the teabottle between his legs, placed his trembling right hand on the lid, and twisted it vigorously. The first time it was not unscrewed, the second time it was not unscrewed, and the third time the lid was unscrewed.

Guan Ke put the medicine in his left hand into his mouth, raised his head, took a sip of the water in the tea bottle, and flushed the medicine into his stomach. After doing all these actions, Guan Ke spoke: "Go to the east of the city." ”

The driver of the car originally wanted to complain twice, but when the guest didn't say a word for a long time, he couldn't complain anymore when he saw the scene in the rearview mirror sideways. Seeing that he was so young, he was trembling all the time, either a madman or a serious illness. He doesn't look like a madman, obviously conscious, and most likely he is seriously ill.

The driver's irritability and complaints disappeared without a trace in an instant. People always sympathize with the weak because they are more pitiful than themselves. The driver silently started the car, silently turned on the music radio, and watched the front while paying attention to the movement behind. He was ready to call the emergency number 120 at any time. He drove the car steadily, much slower than usual.

The music TV station is playing old songs from a hundred years ago. Although the song is ancient, it is still enduring, and the current version is covered by a famous Internet celebrity. The singing female voice, deep, warm, and tactful, sounds like heaven in the constantly buzzing mind of the passer.

"Don't ask me how high the sun is,

I'll tell you how true it is,

Don't tell me how many stars there are,

I'll tell you many, many more. ”

My head hurt all the time, my temples swelled and swelled, and the blood that flowed seemed to rush out of its existing trajectory to see what the outside world was like. After taking an analgesic pill, the headache was only slightly reduced, and it did not work as quickly as before. As the condition worsens, the drug seems to be less and less effective. Thankfully, the music in the car was quite good, which alleviated his pain to a certain extent. He tried not to think about anything else, just focused on listening to the melodious music.

There are only a few old songs on the music radio over and over again, and the more I listen to them, the more beautiful they are not as beautiful as when I first listened to them. After staying in the car for a long time, the passenger felt a tightness in his chest, as if all the turbid air was blocked in his chest, and the inhaled and exhaled air was also dirty air, containing little oxygen.

His breathing became a little difficult, and his chest heaved heavily. The degree of vertigo in the mind is getting deeper. His consciousness also seemed to begin to drift, and sometimes even when his eyes were wide open, it was completely dark.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Guan Ke came to the eastern district of the city. He had a headache and a hot brain, his chest was swollen, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat. As soon as the taxi stopped, he stumbled open the door and stepped out.

The fresh air rushed in his face, and the customs guest took a deep breath and suddenly felt much more conscious. He was about to pay, only to find that the taxi had already left. He shouted at the taxi, "Hey, I haven't paid yet!"

The right window in front of the taxi rolled down, and a right hand reached out of the car and waved at him. The driver didn't want his fare, so he treated it as a volunteer. Although the journey was long and expensive, the driver didn't care much. He was a little sad and a little happy. Grieved for what happened to others, happy for helping others.

Guan Ke watched the taxi that gave him a ride away, and then staggered forward. There has never been a shortage of warm people in the world, but he has not found it. For example, now, the driver who doesn't want his fare makes him feel very warm.

His head was sometimes awake, sometimes blurry, but the sense of direction remained. Carrying a heavy package on his back, the customs guest walked north step by step. Although he was sick, he did not stop admiring the things sold by the small vendors on the road.

In a few moments, his hands were full of things. A few strings of sugar gourds, a small drum on one side, and a small toy car. Some hawkers saw that he might fall at any time, so they wanted to come up and help him, but he politely refused.

The vendors looked at him with strange eyes. How could a man with vain steps and a pale face walk down the street without attracting the attention of others? They watched him fade away, his swaying body sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, and several bicycles and cars passing by him. The driver yelled at him, and the customer only smiled slightly.

But the strange thing is that although the customs guest looked like he could fall at any time, he never fell from beginning to end. The small merchants and peddlers couldn't help but feel glad for him when they saw him staggering to the end of the road, but nothing unfortunate happened.

The vision of the customs guest is sometimes bright and sometimes dark. In the beginning, there were more bright times and less dim times, but gradually, they all reversed, and there were more dark times and fewer bright times. In his field of vision, all the objects seemed to be wobbly, with some slight shaking.

He also spent more and more time in a state of confusion. He waved his hands and walked forward, and when he encountered any obstacles, he would come to his senses for a while, discern the direction, and continue to walk forward. As I walked, I suddenly hit another wall. The real sensation of tenderness brought him to his senses, and it was only then that he realized that he needed a pill to take.

The analgesic pills don't last much either. After five minutes of taking the drug, the patient's headache will be slightly reduced, and his consciousness will return from five points of consciousness to seven or eight points, but this effect will not last long, and the effect of the drug will disappear.

The passer can't remember how many times he's hit the obstacle. For every object he hits, he takes a pill. Soon, there were only a dozen pills left in his small medicine bottle. As for the little toys that the children liked in his hand, he no longer knew where he had left them. He had completely forgotten what he had ever bought.