The fat man slowed down and looked into the roof and side mirrors from time to time, but there was nothing. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if it was due to his fatigue, and just wanted Dr. Qiu to take a look at him in the back, but there was a "knock...... Knock knock ......" the sound of knocking on the window glass.

"Ahh Dr. Khoo screamed violently because he saw two papier-mâché hands bent at 90 degrees outside the car window beside him, mechanically tapping the glass, which he knew were paper-piercing hands, five fingers joined together like duck webs.

Among the outreach merchants in the flower and tree market, there is a paper shop, and every day after work, Dr. Qiu will pass by, and every time he passes, he will see a scrawny old man with a paper figure, and the paper figure is different every time. He wondered why people now have such a great demand for paper figures, but every time he didn't have the courage to ask, he was afraid that others would think he was crazy.

Once, Dr. Khoo was so curious that he found an inconspicuous spot to observe the situation in the paper shop. He found that the paper figures tied by the old man were vivid, and they looked like a living person from a distance, especially after painting the eyes, as if they had eyes, and only living people would have them. He was scared because his eyes seemed to be staring at him.

After that time, whenever he passed by the paper shop, he would stay away from it, not letting his eyes look into the store.

But now, the paper man was in front of him, and if there was no glass to separate him, he would have resolutely jumped out of the car.

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At this time, the fat man also noticed the two paper hands, and he looked down tentatively, only to see a white face with black eyebrows and black eyes slowly protruding from the middle of the paper hands.

The car was very fast, and the wind was also very strong, and the white face lifted and closed against the wind, just as often as a paper hand knocked on the glass.

"What the hell?" The fat man shouted, and the car began to sway from side to side.

The ensuing image is even more terrifying. The whole white face hung down on the glass, and at the same time, the paper hand stopped tapping, and instead closed the lower half of the paper man's face, "clicking" through the position of the original mouth, and slowly pulled out a large black hole from a small opening.

The connected pieces of paper swayed in the wind. It seems to be talking, no, it's more like laughing......

……

At this point, I was moved by Dr. Khoo's emotions and nervous, but he was obviously more hysterical than him, my hand was firmly held by him, and the sweat of his hand soaked the back of my hand.

His bloodshot eyes stared straight at me. Extremely painful.

"And then?" I asked softly.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath for a while, and said: "I fainted, and when I woke up, it was already dawn, and I was lying in a hospital bed like you, and the doctor told me that when I was found, the SUV overturned on its side in a ravine on the side of the road. Except that I still have vital signs, the fat man is dead. But...... But he didn't die in a car, he felt like he was hit by a car. ”

Listening to his words, I think there are too many coincidences, why the car also rolled over on its side in the ravine, why there are two fat men, but the way of death is the same. I really don't understand, maybe in this world, the mystery is only revealed at the last minute, and I don't really want to delve into it.

Touching a handful of tears, he continued, "I looked for you. But there are so many patients in the hospital, and there are so many people dying and being transferred, I thought you weren't here anymore. They knew I was a doctor, so they asked me to stay here and help, and I didn't have time to think about it without stopping, but luckily I was able to meet you. ”

I continued to comfort him and asked him why he didn't let me go outside.

He told me about the current environment.

The entrance to the entrance has long been blocked, and the glass door of the outpatient department is used as a defensive line, and the outside of the door is blocked by layers of sandbags, up to two meters high. Everyone was restricted from entering, and access was restricted to the iron back door of the three-story outpatient department. The back door was strictly guarded by a line of soldiers, while the floors were patrolled by police. The people in the hospital are almost dead, the dead are transported away, the military trucks are not coming, none of the people left behind are life-threatening, and they are not contagious, only those who have been injured in the past two days and those who have been seeing a doctor, and from now on, this is still the only safe place.

In addition to the outpatient department, there is a 13-story inpatient department at the back. The first batch of infected patients who were sent in were first sent to the inpatient department, and no one expected that there would be an out-of-control situation in the process of treatment at the beginning, many doctors, nurses and patients were infected, and the number of people became more and more, and it was roughly estimated that more than 300 people inside could not survive, and the entire inpatient department finally became a sea of bloody and terrifying corpses. With the principle of preferring to kill 10,000 by mistake rather than let go of one, the inpatient department was completely closed. There is also a three-story sky corridor that connects to the outpatient department.

At night, as long as you go up to the third floor, you can hear the sound of ghosts crying wolves from the inpatient department, which makes people shudder.

At the time of the power outage, the hospital still had a backup generator, but at noon today, the generator stopped functioning and the power was completely cut off, and then the communication signal was also cut off, and the contact with the outside world was completely lost.

The hospital is new and well-equipped, with vending machines in every aisle and around the corner containing water, beverages and packaged food, which became the only source of food to meet the needs of those who survived. But how long this situation can last, no one has calculated.

I asked him who was in charge of this place now, and he said it was Zhidong and a platoon commander, whose surname was Gao, who was also a local, and was in his twenties.

As we spoke, the outpatient hall became lively again, and Dr. Qiu and I walked up the crowd and saw some people in hospital gowns surrounding a man in a peaked cap, asking questions. Dr. Khoo told me that he was Zhidong.

"Didn't you say that the first floor is safe, how can there be zombies, you policemen are really useless, you might as well go to the toilet!"

"Get us out, we don't need your ......"

"It's better to let the soldiers protect us, change people, change people......"

……

Zhidong was invincible to the crowd alone, and his voice was completely drowned out in the noise of the crowd.

I wondered if he would pull out his gun, but he walked away dejected.

After he left, the people still did not give up, insulting him behind his back, and his police colleagues came up to maintain order and calm the emotions of the crowd.

Dr. Khoo also stepped forward to help.

Zhidong walked a few steps, raised his eyes and saw me, nodded slightly to me, and I nodded in return.

Around the corner, I stopped him.

"It's Zhidong, I'm ......" I want to introduce myself.

"Uncle Xiong, you're okay!" Zhidong smiled, very reluctantly.

"Oh," I was a little surprised that he remembered me, "are those people often so vexatious?" ”

"You can't blame them, it's all about saving their lives. Just now, my colleague and I were guarding the corridor connecting the inpatient department on the third floor, because we were stunned for a while, something ran out of it, and we didn't pay attention for a while, and let them enter the first floor. "Zhidong, like Dr. Qiu, is full of fatigue and should not have slept soundly for a long time.

"Can you tell me what?"

"It's two white rats, and they've been dealt with. There are several departments at the top of the inpatient department that are dedicated to experiments, and they may not have escaped by not being locked up, which is all due to our carelessness, and it will be fine to find something to seal it later. ”

"I heard that ghosts will be heard in the middle of the night in the hallway, aren't you afraid?" I actually just asked casually, but I didn't expect his expression to freeze all of a sudden.

After a long time, he whispered in my ear: "Actually, it's not a ghost, it's a human." ”

I was a little surprised, two days later, it stands to reason that there is very little chance that anyone will survive in the fully closed inpatient unit, not to mention the large number of infected people.

"Then why don't you go and save them......"

"As you saw just now, I'm here to be in charge but not the one in charge, so I can only obey most of the people in this case, and it's useless to have a gun."

I suddenly understood a truth, as if living in a small society, with similar conventional rules, interests are the greatest power, interests here are survival, any unnecessary adventure is a danger signal, it doesn't matter whether to save or not, what matters is the consequences of breaking the rules, who can guarantee that the consequences are not "evil consequences", but "results".

(End of Part 1) (To be continued......)