Once "erosion" starts, it will not stop. This is something everyone knows clearly.
Although the man was still asking for help just now, his facial features had been "corroded" and mutilated. It was only a matter of time before he completely turned into ashes.
Zhang Zheng thought that if he had that thing on his face...forget it, it would be better to kill me with one shot.
To be honest, this way of watching one's own death soberly is more cruel than any other way of death.
It’s not that everyone is hard-hearted and indifferent and refuses to save someone. We have seen so many things like this that it would be difficult for the Buddha to shed another tear.
Gao Wenwu took out something like a gas mask from under the seat, put it directly on his face, then rolled open the window on the other side of his passenger seat, looked out, and checked the roof and body of the car. , after making sure there were no other strange people, he retreated and rolled up the car window forcefully.
Taking off his mask, Gao Wenwu let out a long breath and wiped his face again. Maybe the face pasted on the car window just now was too shocking, which made him do this subconsciously. Confirming that he was still flesh and blood, Gao Wenwu urged Zhang Zheng: "Get out of this ghost place quickly."
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Since waking up, Jiang Shan only asked two questions, 1. Where is this place. 2. Where is the toilet?
Mr. Geng Jianghui, who is almost eighty years old, has an expression on his face that is difficult to explain, and there seems to be confusion hidden in every wrinkle.
You know, they had rehearsed how to face Jiang Shan's various questions before, but they found that the preparation in advance was completely useless, as if a punch fell on the cotton, as if I know you want to make it up, but don't stop it first. ed.
…Who wouldn’t be embarrassed by this?
On the table behind the two of them, there was a very old backpack. It was the backpack that Zhang Wanqiu said was "well kept in the cabinet".
All Jiang Shan's belongings were inside. On the first day Jiang Shan was admitted to the hospital, they had been checked from inside to outside. Including Jiang Shan’s ID card.
So Jiang Shan just turned twenty this year, and the trip she was talking about happened five months ago, and it was also the beginning of all the changes.
Among all the items, there was a crumpled cave hotel instruction booklet.
Many hotels and hotels have this kind of manual, and no normal person would take a second look at it. Moreover, this manual is now so old that it looks like it has not been used for five months, but as if it has been fifty years. .
At least three groups of "professionals" looked through the contents of the backpack, but none of them saw anything interesting. They even opened the mezzanine, but unfortunately it was empty.
Geng Jianghui sighed: "It's a pity that the Internet system has completely collapsed now, and there is no way to find out more things." The ID card has become a useless card.
Other than knowing his name and age, nothing else is known.
There is no way of knowing what Jiang Shan's past experience was and what kind of work he had done.
In their current view, Jiang Shan is just an ordinary twenty-year-old girl. The only thing special is that her calmness is not what a twenty-year-old girl should have.
Geng Jianghui asked again: "Didn't Wei Yuan give you any information?" He and Jiang Shan had spent at least ten days together in the same car.
Zhao Qisheng had a cold expression on his face, remembering the scene that Zhang Zheng had "described" to him: "As I said, it was the same as now in the car. She hardly spoke." Zhang Zheng said that this girl only did two things in the truck, besides eating. Just sleep.
It's no different from the current situation in the hospital.
Absolutely...
The two national treasure experts looked complicated in front of the monitor.
Jiang Shan found that there were two more pinholes on his arms.
The pinholes, one thick and one thin, were distributed on both of her arms. Because Jiang Shan's skin is naturally thinner than others, no matter how thin the needle is, it will inevitably leave marks on Jiang Shan's skin.
Jiang Shan judged that the thick needle hole on her left arm was for taking blood, while the thin needle hole was for injecting something into her.
So why do I feed her so much good food every day? Sure enough, nothing is cheap in the world.
Jiang Shan raised her head and looked at the bathroom ceiling. It was clean, as if everything was her imagination or illusion.
Once might make her suspect it was an illusion, and twice might be justified, but it would be boring to do it all the time.
Jiang Shan sat on the toilet and began to think deeply again.
Zhang Wanqiu lights up outside, and Jiang Shan spends more and more time in the toilet. What is there in the toilet that attracts Jiang Shan so much?
In fact, Zhang Wanqiu guessed wrong. It was not that there was something in the toilet that attracted Jiang Shan, but that there was nothing there.
Squatting in this small cubicle, Jiang Shan lowered her head, with the impossibly clean tiles under her feet. She guessed that even if there was a pinhole camera in this hospital, no matter how crazy she was, she would not install one next to the toilet.
This is why Jiang Shan goes to the toilet several times every day.
In fact, the food in the hospital is so healthy that it does not cause Jiang Shan to have such frequent and urgent urination. Moreover, Jiang Shan feels better every day.
Jiang Shan was holding her chin on the toilet. This was another problem she couldn't figure out. She really felt that her condition was getting better. Her head hadn't hurt for a long time. The feeling of nausea never appeared again. She couldn't find a mirror now. , otherwise Jiang Shan would like to see if his face is rosy now, and maybe he has gained weight.
Jiang Shan is a person who has very low expectations for life. In current terms, he is easily satisfied and never suffers from internal friction.
Even if the sky falls in the next second, as long as he is full this second, it will not affect Jiang Shan's aftertaste.
In fact, if you were born with the same bad cards as Jiang Shan, you would not only start in the orphanage but also get sick, and your expectations of life would be reduced to the lowest, otherwise you would not be able to survive a day at all.
If it were Jiang Shan who was once ill, she wouldn't get to the bottom of it. Even if this hospital is actually Arkham Asylum, she wouldn't care. But looking at the two pinpricks on her arm and her increasingly clear brain, she subconsciously felt that this time it wasn't that simple.
Zhang Wanqiu's voice came: "How are you doing? Do you need help?"
Jiang Shanzhi has been "squatting" for too long. The hospital's healthy food does not cause constipation. Has he fallen into a trap?
Zhang Wanqiu couldn't barge in directly, so he could only maintain a fake smile: "If you feel uncomfortable in any way, please call me."
Jiang Shan forced himself to come back from his thinking state, sighed inwardly, grabbed the radio next to him and stood up. She found that her legs were a little numb from squatting for too long, so she could only hold on to her waist and walk out slowly.
It really looked like he was uncomfortable.
Zhang Wanqiu immediately came over and asked with concern: "What's going on?"
Jiang Shan couldn't say that she was numb from squatting for a long time. She held her waist and frowned slightly: "Maybe... my aunt is coming soon."
Zhang Wanqiu was silent for a few seconds, and then helped Jiang Shan walk back to the ward without saying a word.
Zhang Wanqiu was specially recruited to Songshan Hospital not only because of her profound medical qualifications, but also because of her natural affinity, which made it easy for patients to like her. Originally, "the boss" asked Zhang Wanqiu to take care of Jiang Shan, thinking that it would be easy to get information from this girl. He asked a lot of things. After all, Jiang Shan gave people the impression that he was sick and lonely. It was too easy for such a person to rely on gentle caregivers.
The results, well, the results are all obvious.
You want to say that Jiang Shan is uncooperative, but that doesn't seem right. Everyone has said that Jiang Shan is almost a template for a perfect patient, doing whatever he is told and eating whatever he is told.
It's just that they thought they would see a weak and easy-to-control Jiang Shan, but they didn't expect to face a Jiang Shan who was more emotionally stable than a normal person and responded to almost everything with silence.
"There seems to be dust on the soles of your shoes."
Zhang Wanqiu suddenly paused and looked back at Jiang Shan.
Jiang Shan was wearing socks, not shoes. Only her feet were wearing slippers. The moment he heard about the dust, Zhang Wanqiu's expression froze.
Isn't it normal for the soles of shoes to be dusty? But the problem was Zhang Wanqiu's reaction. Her face seemed as white as a layer of wax for a moment.
"Is there ashes?"
Zhang Wanqiu slowly lowered his head and looked at the slippers he was wearing. These were disposable slippers sent by the Ministry of Health. They were replaced and destroyed every day. They looked ordinary, but were they dusty?
"It seems like black ash." Jiang Shan said.
Zhang Wanqiu's expression froze, Jiang Shan's eyes were clear, and she was obviously not lying. Just now she saw the movement of Zhang Wanqiu lifting his feet when he walked. On the sole of the left shoe, when a certain foot was raised, there was suddenly more A layer of dust.
Zhang Wanqiu seemed to smile stiffly. At this time, the two of them had already walked outside the ward. Zhang Wanqiu suddenly turned around and pushed open the door of the ward and said to Jiang Shan: "Go back to bed and rest first. If you need anything, ring the bell." calls me."
When Jiang Shan walked in, Zhang Wanqiu smiled at her and closed the door.
But the next moment, Jiang Shan heard the sound of trotting footsteps. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he still couldn't hide his panic and hurry.
