I watched where they disappeared, and further up was the astronomical observatory in Wangxing Village. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Originally, I planned to go into the village and take the lead in checking the astronomical observatory. But after learning so many events that happened back then, I had a little jealousy of this place.

This astronomical observatory seems to be the birthplace of all disasters. Cen Xiao and Bai Yuelu received some kind of mysterious "light" through the detector, which I suspect is inseparable from the light I saw at this time, and Bai Yuelu was also "burned" by this light, and developed symptoms similar to those of other villagers.

Everything tells us that the astronomical observatory is the key to the mysterious disappearance of 183 people from 52 households in Wangxing Village. But I don't know much about it now: what did they find, what did the village go through, was the plague infected by this foreign substance, or was it something more terrible?

And most importantly, is that "light" still in the observatory? I decided to learn more and be prepared before going to the most important areas.

It makes me wonder if that "light" is just an image left here, or is it trying to tell me something?

So I decided not to go up anymore, turned around and turned back to Wangxing Village.

My first stop was to go back to Dr. Xing's small pharmacy. Knowing that the rash on Bai Yuelu's arm was caused by contact with "light", I wondered how many similar medical records were hidden in his pile of scratch paper medical records.

The small pharmacy is similar to the kind of small grocery store I've seen in the middle of nowhere, with a large cabinet separating the front and back. In front of it is his pharmacy, with a glass container, which is very clean and light. It was labeled "over-the-counter" with a green label, and inside it was neatly lined with drugs that clearly had the packaging style of a decade ago. I took out a box of cold medicine and looked at the date on it, the production date was marked on 2015.10.23, and now I'm afraid it has long since deteriorated into a murderous poison.

In the back of the large cabinet, there is a Chinese medicine cabinet, and I can see a small medicine grid with labels such as "ginseng" and "coptis", which are written on a red strip of paper with a brush and then pasted horizontally on the drawer. I'm afraid that this medicine cabinet has gone through many years, and some of the top labels, which are estimated to be not commonly used, have turned white and yellow. Some of them are relatively new, and the handwriting is not the same, which should have been repaired by Dr. Xing himself later.

I opened a few medicine cabinets, and the medicinal herbs inside were neatly arranged. The medicine guillotine was placed on the right side of the container, and a stack of brown paper was pressed underneath, and everything was square and orderly.

More than half of the medicine cabinet is pasted with the word "Chinese medicine", and the other half is pasted with the word "Western medicine" on the top. My gaze swept from right to left, and there were a ranking of words: "ephedra", "cinnamon branch", "perilla", "nepeta", "angelica", followed by "penicillin G", "piperacillin", "amoxicillin" and so on.

In my memory, I checked it through the wristband monitor and confirmed that these should be prescription drugs. Pulling open the drawer, the box labeled "Penicillin G" was empty, but there were a few boxes of amoxicillin left. I opened the box next to it labeled "Penicillin V Potassium Tablets" and took out a box. The tablets are still dry and do not appear to have deteriorated due to moisture, indicating proper storage.

It seems that although this pharmacy sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs.

The huge medicine cabinet reached almost to the roof, spanning the entire length of the room, leaving only about three meters wide on the far left to the back, covered by a whitewashed blue curtain.

I lifted the curtain and walked in. I've been here once, and the general impression is that it is a simple consultation room, and at this time, it looks like the medicine cabinet in front of it, although it is simple, but it is also fully equipped.

On the left side of the room, similar to the layout of a larger hospital, are two desks stacked together, with the doctor sitting on the inner side and the patient on the outside side. On Dr. Xing's desk is a wooden pen holder, which contains common medical tools such as tongue depressors and oral mirrors. Pulling open his drawer, there was a stack of letterheads, on which were written the words "A certain city medical university". There was a fountain pen and a couple of pens next to it, and everything was neatly arranged.

Behind Dr. Xing's seat is a bookshelf filled with medical books from various departments. Internal Medicine, ENT, ENT, Cardiovascular Medicine and Surgery, Obstetrics and Gynecology are all available, and it is like a small hospital library. Although everyone in the city has been fully modernized, any information can be directly accessed in the database. But when I was a child, there was still a small library left over from the last century, often in some inconspicuous corner, withering and waiting to be forgotten. It usually houses a variety of medical reference books, which are dusty because they are rarely visited. All kinds of medical journals, such as "The Lancet", "Medical Information", etc., are mostly just by-products left by the selection of professional titles and published papers by doctors at all levels.

I took one out of it, which was an oncology textbook from 2005. From the newness of the book, it can be seen that it has been turned over, and there are a few creases in the corners of the pages, which have been carefully flattened, and a few traces of highlighter strokes.

It seems that the book should not be his, and I suspect that it may have been a second-hand textbook bought at some second-hand book stall.

In fact, my biggest question for Dr. Xing is: is he a real doctor? Because this may affect the entire process of detection, confirmation and escalation of the entire epidemic in Wangxing Village.

Did he delay the lives of the whole village?

From Cen Xiao's tone, she could hear her distrust of this country doctor. But I've been an investigator for so many years, and I've learned that I can't just take one side of the story. No one is so black and white, pure good guys and bad guys only exist in a child's worldview, especially when we see the world with our own colored eyes.

Books are not placed in any alphabetical order, and I sat in Dr. Xing's seat, wondering where he would place the books he reads most often. On the left was the wall, and I turned to the right and pulled out a copy of Gastroenterology.

This one has obviously been turned more diligently, and even the spine has a few white stamps. Some of the headers are filled with dense notes, and at first glance they are the familiar font of Dr. Xing. It's the same with another copy of "Otolaryngology".

The books were placed in the second compartment from the bottom to the top of the shelf, and it wasn't until I sat down that I noticed that there were some books on the bottom layer with gray-green covers, which looked very old, and that they read "Epidemiology 1952 Edition" in that old-fashioned type.

I was about to pull it out and take a closer look when I heard a noise at the door.