CHAPTER XVI

Groggy, he was not as long in the dark as he had been up and down. Roach had been floating on his back on a large river, with only a vague starlight above his head, and the banks of the river passed by in a flash. For a long time, he just stared blankly at the cold starlight above his head, rising and falling with the waves of the river, like a corpse floating in the Ganges.

Later, he faintly heard the sound of horses' hooves, and an ancient warrior with long black hair rode a war horse and chased him along the river. The samurai may have been roaring, but the sound was in his own throat, and Rocky couldn't hear anything.

The sound of horses' hooves faded away, and all kinds of figures appeared on the shore. There was an ascetic monk with a bag on his back and a hat on his back, burying his head in the rough road. A figure wearing a hood and a cloak appears to be holding an ancient scroll in his hand. A man sat cross-legged on a chariot, carried by four men, and the man looked up at the starlight, as if he were whistling.

At first, Roach was curious, but after a while he got bored, he was already sleepy and wanted to sleep. He stopped looking at the figures on the side of the road and began to wish he could fall asleep, and he looked at the starlight above the sky, and he could vaguely make out the brilliance of the North Star. His mind became cloudy, as if the sand was about to dissolve into a river. He almost fell asleep, until the loud sound of the waves crashing against the rocks woke him up, and a light pierced through the thick darkness, which was not the light of nature. He saw a lighthouse, and the shadow of the huge city behind it.

He couldn't help but want to go there, he moved his limbs, his body like green smoke, dissipated suddenly, and with his mind turned into a standing form. He stood on the sea, treading the rushing tide at his feet, and he pondered aimlessly, remembering who he was and where he was going.

Suddenly, he noticed that there was someone behind him.

He turned around and saw a woman standing behind him, and for some reason, he wasn't surprised. The woman was one step away from him, wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, and the hood on her head blocked her eyes.

He tried to think about it for a moment, and a name came to his lips. "Guan Xinyue?"

The woman was unmoved, and for some reason, he knew she wasn't.

She was very thin, and her clothes trembled in the sea breeze, as if she were shivering.

"You ......," said Roach, asking softly with the warmth that he didn't know where it came from. Cold or not? ”

He saw a smile on the corner of the girl's mouth, soft, with a hint of mischievousness. His heart warmed, and he reached forward.

"Roach!" A familiar voice drank him.

He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to see Du Zhengyi appear on the other side. With a gloomy look, his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Don't touch her." He said, with the usual impatience of genius, as if to reprimand a stubborn mustard pimple.

Roach was upset and didn't want to listen to him anymore.

"Don't touch her." As if seeing his thoughts, Du Zhengyi repeated it again, and walked between him and the hood girl, separating them. There were thousands of waves under his feet, and he walked very ethereal.

Roach looked at him, his eyes dark and quiet in the darkness, and he looked back at Roach with his usual impatience and unusual distraction.

"Go back." He said that the style of conciseness remains the same.

But Luo Qi just knew, "You're not Du Zhengyi." ”

This man is colder and more depressed than Du Zhengyi. Above all, he exudes the coldness of death.

"You're dead too?" Roach asked himself as he heard himself. His chest ached violently, and he suddenly remembered the countryside, the woods, the summoned beasts, the trigger point for it all. He wanted to carefully examine all the chains, which one led to Du Zhengyi's death. It was his idea, he was responsible, did he end up killing both of them?

But once the floodgates of memories were opened, all the memories of his life flooded into his brain at the same time, and his brain was overloaded. He screamed, and his headache was terrible.

"Roach!" A pair of hands pressed his shoulders.

It was Du Zhengyi's urgent voice, which was more humane than Fang Cai.

He opened his eyes suddenly, his body was no longer as light as green smoke, the violent white light stimulated his eyes, gravity seemed to press on his muscles at great speed, and he gasped violently. As if his soul had been thrown back to a bulky body, he struggled to adapt, and the pain he should have had after the injury came back without lacking. He almost threw up.

"Turn off the lights! Stupid! He heard Du Zhengyi's impatient curse.

The stimulated white light vanished, leaving only two black holes on his retinal afterimage, but he knew it was only a temporary burn. He lay dizzy, a pair of real-world hands firmly pressed against his shoulders, and it seemed that he must have been tossing vigorously just now.

"Du Zhengyi?" He shouted with his eyes closed.

"It's me." Du Zheng replied and tentatively let go of his hand, "You're fine, you'll be cured in two days." ”

"Du Zhengyi?" He screamed again, and Du Zhengyi pinched him on the shoulder in response, probably thinking that he was not only half-blind, but also had problems with his ears.

He then asked, "Are you dead?" ”

The fingers on his shoulder stiffened, and after a few seconds, Du Zhengyi answered him in a deep voice, "Not today." ”

Luo Qi grinned, Du Zhengyi always had a hidden sense of humor, and from time to time he broke through the camouflage and surged to the surface. Roach wanted to say more, but his throat hurt like fire, and he moved his mouth like a fish. A straw suddenly reached into his mouth, and he took a tentative sip, and the cool boiled water poured into his throat like nectar. He decided to barely count Du Zhengyi and still had a little conscience.

Roach drank the water and fell asleep again. This time he dreamed that he was standing in a green world, where there was green everywhere, the mountains and forests were green, and there were green mosses growing on the stones, and even the trunks of the trees were crawling with green vines. There was a deer poking its head out from behind the stone lamp, and he walked down the green steps, and the steps were never finished, and the deer was always ahead.

He was so tired from this dream that he woke up. This time he felt much better, he slowly opened his eyes, and there was only one table lamp in the room, which was dimly dimmed. It seemed that the night was long, and he didn't sleep long.

He turned his neck and looked at his surroundings, and was surprised to see that the wall was green, and there was a dark green in most of the light green paint, and on closer inspection, the dark green part actually depicted a large tree. No wonder he had that green dream, it seemed that the last time he woke up, he still caught a glimpse of his surroundings. His gaze wandered downwards and he saw a huge Thomas Train beneath the tree, taking up a quarter of a wall. Thomas Train grimaced whitely, and he could see a chill down his spine.

He quickly turned his gaze away and continued to observe the furnishings in the room, becoming more and more surprised. He saw a few small beds with injection shelves next to them and a toy kitchen cabinet against the wall, filled with stuffed toys. It appears that he either had his leg sawed off, or he occupied the only full-size bed in this children's hospital.

His ears were a little slow to regain hearing, or his brain had just been rebooted, and the motherboard and hard drive had been booted first, and the sound card had just been booted. He heard two muffled voices talking, just in the corner opposite the back of his head.

He struggled to turn his neck and saw two men sitting on a barstool in the corner, with a bar on the wall and two plastic teacups in the shape of small animals, slowly drinking the contents as if they were drinking. At a glance, he could tell that one of the men was Du Zhengyi, and the other man, Luo Qi, did not know him, but he wore a white coat like a human doctor. For a moment he suspected that he hadn't woken up at all, and was still dreaming. After a closer look, he realized that they were leaning against a bar, rather than a nurse's station, and next to a small metal cart containing medical supplies.

Presumably, the person who heard Du Zhengyi's scolding last time I woke up should be the doctor, and they should be acquaintances. The room was dimly lit, and the man sat in a darker corner, unable to see his face clearly, except for the roll that seemed to have his head on top of it. Now there are still men with curly hair, and it seems that there is no one else except for the untimely mage.

Roach tried to call them, but his throat stuck together like an expired plastic balloon, and he turned his neck and didn't speak, just tilting his ears to hear what they were talking about. Both of them kept their voices low, but judging by the frequency and tone of their conversations, Rocky knew they must be arguing. It's a pity that although those sounds can float into his ears, when they enter his ears, they are messy like noise, and they can't combine any semantics at all. He had been unconscious for too long, and his speech center was recovering a little slowly.

It took him a while to slowly catch a few words. After a while, Curly raised his voice abruptly, as if he had been provoked, "You are fully aware of the mechanism of the operation of psychic beasts. Sending it back for inspection is a must. ”

Roach was shocked in his heart. Of course, the lion should be sent back to be checked, what is the end of it, how can it be worthy of the name of a psychic beast, and the mad dog is nothing more than that.

Du Zhengyi didn't answer, Luo Qi didn't know what he was hesitating about, why he was so indulgent to a lion.

"Du Zhengyi!" This sentence of curly hair must have been said through gritted teeth.

"What do you want me to say?" Du Zhengyi's voice was leisurely tickling the root of his teeth. "I don't have the time to take it back, and I definitely won't go to the committee to file any complaints, I don't have that time to waste."

"Then I'll take it back!" Curly said.

"No," Du Zhengyi flatly refused, "in that case, the committee will also call me back to testify, and those people have no head in grinding foreign workers." ”

Curly let out a sigh, which was a sigh that Nadu Zhengyi couldn't help it, but then Roach's name popped up. "Roach obviously has a problem, you know it in your heart."

What?

Roach's eyes widened in shock, and it suddenly realized that they weren't talking about "it" but "him", and they were talking about Roach. His heart was pounding, what the hell were they talking about? That bastard's brute is okay, the problem is the one who was almost eaten? Did he smell too good or what, and they were going to condemn him for this kind of victimization?

"I don't understand." Du Zhengyi said in a deep voice.

"Your subconscious has already attacked him," Curly said, his voice lowered, and the two seemed to be facing off. "Your superficial consciousness has no idea what happened three years ago, but your subconscious remembers it, and your subconscious knows that he is dangerous."

"It's ridiculous, he didn't go to college three years ago, and he can't even light a campfire now, do you think he was the one who attacked me three years ago? A little kid with low self-esteem? Du Zhengyi said. Did you know me on the first day? ”

Luo Qi stared blankly at the dim ceiling of the children's ward, not knowing which sentence shocked him more, whether it was the nonsense that Curly Hair accused him of, or Du Zhengyi actually saw through him and easily broke the sore spot that he thought he had covered well.

"Let's let Mr. Pei save some snacks." Du Zhengyi finally said, "I don't want him to be upset about my anymore." ”

"? Du Zhengyi? How dare you say it! "The curls seem to be on fire.

Du Zhengyi stood up, as if to show that this conversation was over anyway, and he suddenly glanced at Roach.

Roach didn't even have time to pretend he wasn't eavesdropping. Du Zheng walked over to him, brought him a plastic cup by the way, and fed him a straw. He drank the water, glanced at his little frog cup, and gave Du Zhengyi a thumbs up.

"You've slept for a day, and it's your second night." Du Zhengyi didn't wait for him to ask, and said.

Roach reacted for a moment, thinking about the time he had lost, and suddenly opened his mouth.

Du Zhengyi said, "It's okay over there, don't worry, I can control those dogs." ”

Roach gave him a thumbs up again, and carefully moved his body on the bed, feeling that his body was not too painful, but a little numb in some places, but it was also possible that it was because he had been lying down for too long. "What is this place?" He asked tentatively, using his voice tentatively.

"China Good Children's Clinic." Curly's voice, which had been very aggressive just now, was now soft, and he slowly walked over to him, "Good children in China, welcome good children in China - advertising slogan." ”

Roach raised his eyes and realized that the curly-haired man was very tall. His skin was very white, he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with only lower frames, and he was looking at himself with a narrow face as he crossed Du Zhengyi's shoulder, "What we just said, if you hear something, don't care." ”

It's impossible not to care, right?

"You're a doctor?" Rocky asked him dryly.

"Yes," Curly said cheerfully, "I'm a pediatrician, and I also work part-time to help rescue my own people, and I do business on both sides." But taking a job like you doesn't make much money, it's not interesting, it's just to make friends. ”

"Thank you for your help, 'friend'." Roach said.

"You're welcome." The white-faced little curly replied happily and gave him a smirk. "I heard that Du Zhengyi attacked you with his own psychic beast?"

Luo Qi saw Du Zhengyi turn his head to look at him, as if threatening him to shut up, he pretended to look at Du Zhengyi and smiled, it looked like a hob meat that was not afraid of slashing and axes.

Luo Qi also moved his gaze back to Du Zhengyi's face, he was already feeling a little hungry, but he could hold on for a while.