How long had it been since the owner of the house had cleared the garbage - thought so, and opened the door - to see a frightening sight.

There was a man covered in blood and with bare wounds, tied with ropes, and sleeping on the ground.

"Ahh I was so frightened that I took several steps back.

The gacha in his hand accidentally got out of his hand, rolled into the room, and crashed into the cabinet door of the room.

The cupboard suddenly opened, and a stout uncle jumped out, holding a knife, glaring at me angrily, and saying inarticulate and panicked, "You, you, you...... You're actually killing! You robber, see how I clean you up! ”

I looked closely, and the clothes on this person's body were stained with sticky blood, his cracked eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body smelled of disgusting blood, and he looked like a mentally ill person.

"I think you're more of a murderer than I am......" I retorted warily.

"Less nonsense! Pick up! He yelled and prepared to rush over.

"Why did you murder him?" I immediately shouted in a more threatening voice than he asked – or tentatively.

He took a few steps back with a thief's heart, almost sat on the ground, and said in a trembling voice, "If you don't do it now, you won't have a chance!" Then the blade was aimed at me and rushed over.

Suddenly, he stomped on the gacha, slipped sideways, and fell to the ground—the short knife in his hand stabbed into his heart impartially.

- Wow......

However, he rolled over and got up again, as if he was fine.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a toy knife with a retractable blade, and it didn't really stab him.

I was immediately relieved.

- No, what am I relieved about?

And he didn't let me go, throwing away the knife and trying to clean it up empty-handed.

At this moment, suddenly—

Yes, writers generally like to use words like "suddenly" to highlight sudden situations, and I am no exception.

Suddenly—a blade flew from behind me, flew over my side, and hit the cupboard behind my uncle—and slashed at my uncle's neck at the same time, leaving a long bloody streak on it.

He fainted on the spot.

I didn't throw this blade, and when I looked back, I didn't see anyone behind me.

I was momentarily overwhelmed by this chaotic scene.

Just then, the ambulance that had just been called came, and the wounded man who was tied up was simply carried into the car.

The uncle was also picked up by the police car that arrived later shortly after.

I was mistaken for a relative of the injured person, and before I could explain, I was given the task of "accompanying him to the hospital for first aid" - to go with them to the hospital.

After many twists and turns, I finally settled everything - I contacted the real family of the injured person, and took care of the injured person until the real family arrived, and then I was relieved of the burden.

Before leaving, I was so tired that I sat down on an empty waiting chair in the hospital, rested for a while, and looked around.

The hospital is truly a magical place, with the pungent smell of disinfectant water everywhere.

The hanging bottles in the ward tick, as if they were counting down the patient's life.

Outside the large hospital room is a dimly lit corridor.

Through the white light, you will find the hall.

The hall was full of people, with all kinds of messy footsteps and deliberately soft conversations, which made people feel an oppressive and urgent atmosphere.

The people who create this atmosphere range from medical staff who are working hard to patients and their relatives who rush to the hospital.

An unwarranted fear eats away at everyone who comes here, even though everyone knows that hospitals are where people are saved.

Go up the stairs and turn around the corridors.

Pass through the vaccination room. Looking inside, the line is like a long line.

The state stipulates that every citizen must be vaccinated with a special vaccine, which is also a way to fight off fog epidemics.

Of course, I have also been vaccinated in the team, and I have also done nucleic acid. That's why I'm able to move around the hospital freely.

I went to a room where I was given an item distribution room, where there were special volunteers who distributed free "charging balls" of protective clothing to the public.

It is said to be a "ball", but it is actually a small chip that can be automatically charged by inserting it into the designated socket of the protective suit - the charging ball can only be used up to ten times, and when it is used up, you must buy it, or receive a free product issued by the government at a specified time.

If it is not charged for a long time, the protective function of the protective suit will be invalid.

So, it can be said that this is one of the most important items in daily life nowadays.

There were many, many people who came to line up to receive the charged balls, and they filled more than a dozen supply distribution rooms.

Passing near the emergency room, you can see a dying patient being rushed inside by a nurse.

Tired doctors are rushing one operation after another.

Occasionally, a few terrible screams could be heard.

In general, everyone is doing their job, and there is order everywhere, but there will be a bit of chaos - such as someone arguing in line and finally needing the security guard to stop it - but rarely.

As long as you pay a little attention, you can see that many medical staff have heavy dark circles on their faces, their eyes are full of red bloodshots, their voices are hoarse when they speak, and some of them are staggering when they walk.

It goes without saying that they are working under a high load of work, and they are so busy all day long that they don't even have time to catch their breath.

Why don't they take off their heavy protective clothing and go home and lie down for a while?

It may be the need for work and responsibility, so I can only support my extremely tired body again and again and continue to pounce on my job.

Even if some doctors are seriously ill, tired and weak, they still put the safety of their patients first.

- Is this the hospital of the epidemic?

This is true for just one hospital, not to mention hospitals around the world – especially in the hardest-hit areas.

The above statement has ingredients that I have seen with my own eyes, and there are also ingredients that I imagine to add.

In any case, I can't help but have respect for this group of people.

This group of people dressed in white and walking in the light to fight against the disease are all real angels.

However, before I could finish my sigh, I got involved in another incident - being put in a police car by the police.

In the bureau, there are two people at one table and one lamp.

The police officer questioned me about the kidnapped wounder and uncle.

I told it in 1510 and clarified my relationship with them - that is, there was no relationship at all! I'm just a passerby who was accidentally caught up in an accident.

And I'm so tired now, I really don't want to bother with so much.

The officer eventually understood my argument.

But I was detained anyway.

The reason is not that I broke into a private house a while ago, nor that I was wrongfully accused of being an accomplice of the uncle, but that I was reported by the parents of the rebellious teenager I rescued not long ago - saying that I deliberately crossed the road and obstructed the traffic.

- I......

I admit that this is my own fault, after all, my "illness" is difficult to explain. But that kid was also at fault! He was driving an unlicensed motorcycle at high speed in the fog!

As a result, the report "pushed" the child in.

He was crouching across from my room.

Through the window, I looked at him, and he looked at me.

Both of them had an indescribable taste of bitterness.

I, who have always been calm, rarely went crazy this time, and I was super angry and wanted to scold this person, but as soon as I said a few words, he cried and apologized.

Still a saved child......

In the end, I was "ransomed" by Mr. Wei Ying, the captain of the BAES team I was in.

Because my time out has exceeded the holiday limit, I was scolded by him again.

He also told me that because of the influence of the poisonous fog, there is a lot of social turmoil now, so don't go out casually if you have nothing to do, and there is no shortage of daily necessities at the base.

Needless to say, I know about this kind of thing......

This trip is really a shadow.

……

Coincidentally, the day after I returned to the team, the Meishujiao team members in the team suffered from the initial symptoms of "minerabulemia".

It's a rare thing to be sick in the base.

- Ugh! Did I bring it back? After all, I was the only one who went out at that time......

Of course not, I know, the base has a high level of disinfection.

However, when I visited the patient, I couldn't help but feel sick when I remembered the events of that day.

Holding his cheeks in his hands, he puffed out and said, "I want to destroy humanity." ”

"Hell, are you awake?" Miki was amused by my look.

I shook my head, "Hmm. ”

Miki added: "If we want to end this situation as soon as possible, let's work harder, after all, our job is to investigate this matter." ”

……

One day, I suddenly remembered the gacha I had bought and opened it.

There is a paper flower and a note inside, and the note reads: Due to the shortage of materials, temporarily use paper flowers instead of gacha dolls, forgive me.

There is also a mocking smiling face drawn behind the sentence.

This thing became the first product I threw away in my gacha collection for many years.

And I'm going to have to change my tune, I won't be interested in gacha anymore from now on, and for a long time to come.

……

At this point, this chapter is over.

There will definitely be a feeling that the story told in this chapter is very messy, and the setting is detailed - no, it is a lot of verbosity.

That's right, because the previous chapter was written in too much hurry, and some important things were not written, so this one was specially opened to supplement it slightly—if it weren't for that, this story shouldn't have existed in the original plan.

I have to thank the people here for their patience and apologize for being able to see such a story.

I put down my pen and breathed a sigh of relief.

But the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and I tore the manuscript apart again.

- Hehe, what a failed draft. The writing is terrible, and this kind of is a waste of paper and ink to write it in a diary.

I threw myself on the bed, leaving everything behind, clasping the pendant on my chest with both hands, and escaping into the world of meditation.

INTERVIEWER I wish there would be a world free of turmoil soon.

Prayer......