Qin Xin stood in front of the train station in the middle of the night, his eyes deepening.

At 12 o'clock, the entire Qingcheng is about to be sealed, all traffic will be interrupted, and if she doesn't leave now, she will be trapped in this plague city.

Just now, she was immersed in the sorrow of parting from her master, and she didn't pay too much attention to the scenery of Qingcheng and the people on the side of the road.

At this moment, she looked around in a daze, and found that everyone was rushing towards the train station, for fear that she would not be able to catch the last train.

The cars on the road were all crowded together, honking their horns desperately.

On the side of the road, an elderly couple, holding each other, struggled to move their steps, and their goal was the tourist bus in front of them.

I don't know where the car is going, but as long as it's not the city.

However, their steps were too slow and slow, and before they could reach the station, the two of them fell to the side of the road and never got up again.

A young couple, the man is holding the child, the woman is aggrieved, dragging the luggage on the side of the road and coughing: "Husband, I can't walk, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep, I can't open my eyelids......"

One of the deadly symptoms of the plague is drowsiness.

Died unconsciously in his sleep.

The young man didn't speak, but pulled the woman's luggage away.

Just when Qin Xin thought that men were taking on heavier responsibilities and lightening the burden on women.

I saw the young man holding the child and dragging the luggage, struggling to squeeze into a long-distance bus, and actually abandoned the woman alone on the side of the road.

Fortunately, an ambulance passed by and scooped the old couple and the woman into the car together.

The coachman sighed behind Qin Xin: "I heard that the current ambulance has to turn around and drive to the funeral home before it arrives at the hospital." ”

The fatality rate of this strange disease is too high to be saved.

If the person is already dead, of course, there is no need to rescue it, and it is necessary to send it to the funeral home for cremation as soon as possible so as not to infect more people.

Qin Xin looked at the people around him who kept falling, and felt like he had entered a world that only existed in a game - death was like the keyboard keys that the gods pressed casually, so capricious.

Caught off guard and unreasonable.

"Let's go, Miss Qin, you're running out of time, there are still ten minutes left." The coachman was grateful for her generosity and kept reminding her.

However.

Qin Xin turned his head and stepped back into his car: "Please send me back to the village." ”

The coachman was instantly stupid: "Ha??? ”

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Bamboo forest courtyard.

The man opened his eyes in long, closed eyes in deep thought.

He slowly moved his arm towards the windowsill.

Pick up that little gift box.

When it was opened, there was a black men's wallet lying inside.

The finest calfskin, the finest handmade, this is a unique gift in the world.

His solemn lip line finally curled slightly, and his long fingers caressed the wallet for a moment, and put it close to his body.

Then, he propped himself up and moved down the bamboo couch.

On the side of the bamboo couch, there is a pair of mechanical knee pads,

Slowly, he put on his knee pads and walked down.

The courtyard was dark, and the man, dressed in a wide white robe, stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the starry sky, as if observing a distant star.

One o'clock in the morning.

She must have slept like a little pig on the train.

At this moment, there was a crisp footsteps of small leather boots hitting the ground in the distance.

Courtyard door: "Squeak-" was pulled open.

Then the nimble and delicate little figure, like a fairy in a dream, jumped in front of him: "Master, take me in for another night, I didn't catch the train!" ”