"What's wrong?" Mo Weiming stuck out his head again.
"There is actually a restroom."
"Does your family...oh, it really doesn't exist."
How infuriating. Although the space is very limited and it is difficult to turn around, mirrors, washbasins, toilets, and showers are all available. There was even a bathtub, but it was so small that adults couldn't stretch out and could only sit curled up in it.
Forget it, let's take a look at the other rooms.
It seemed impolite to enter someone else's bedroom, but since Mo Weiming said it was okay, it shouldn't be offensive. What she was most curious about was the room she hadn't seen last time. The door was ajar, so she pushed it open and walked in, taking a glance at it in the light of the living room. This room is smaller than my bedroom, but it only has a wardrobe and a bed. The wardrobe is the same as the one in my own house. It may have been provided by the landlord, but it can't hold a few clothes anyway. The bed was neatly made without any wrinkles, which made people wonder if its owner had only retained this habit after attending a military academy. But the entire set of bedding was pure white, almost like a hospital bed, which made her feel a little uncomfortable. There are no windows in the house, which makes it difficult to ventilate. It feels like heating would be inconvenient.
Another room is next to it. The previous tenant used it as a collection room. There were many display racks in it, and she was a little curious about what it looked like now. At that time, it was difficult to clean the blood stains at the scene, and it was not known who would handle it.
An unexpected scream made Mo Weiming's heart palpitate.
When Mo Weiming rushed out of the kitchen, Wu Hui was already sitting on the ground. The door to the room was open and the lights hadn't been turned on yet, so she didn't know what she saw. But her face was stiff, retaining the panic from the previous second. He ran over and helped her up, knocking over the chair. Squeezing her thin arm, Mo Weiming felt her tight flesh trembling slightly.
"What's wrong?" he asked, "What did you see?"
"Is there anyone?" I don't know if it was affected by emotion, but the ending tone of her voice sounded a bit like a question.
Mo Weiming stepped forward and pulled the light cord, and the room suddenly became brighter. Wu Hui's mood became slightly more stable, but she was still a little surprised. The layout of the room was completely different from the last time she came here, and the wallpaper had been changed - this was quite similar to the way the landlord tricked her into moving in. But to save money, I only posted one side. The wallpaper in other places has faded. Whatever it was before, it is now a light brown, and the former pattern can only be seen in places where furniture has long blocked it. The blood-spattered wall was obviously different. The new texture made the entire space look brighter than the living room.
Then Mo Weiming immediately went to check the window. The curtains were closed and there was no sign of movement. He deliberately changed it to dark gray so that it would not be able to penetrate even at noon. The window was locked tightly, and he reached out and groped it repeatedly to make sure there was no gap.
"There was no intruder."
"It's not a thief," Wu Hui stood at the door and gestured. "It's a, a, shadow? A shadow."
"...What kind of shadow?" This description is too vague.
"Although it was dark inside when I opened the door, I could still see an outline."
"In the dark, do you also see shadows?"
"Yes. I know this may be difficult to understand...but, actually, this is the second time we have met."
"The second time?" Mo Weiming tilted his head.
"The first time was three months ago. At that time, I was in the hospital."
Wu Hui looked solemn, not even the slightest bit joking. There was still no blood on her face, maybe she hadn't recovered yet. So Mo Weiming chose to believe her and listen patiently to what she said.
In her description, the two shadows had a similar nature. That kind of shadow allows Wu Hui to "see" clearly even in the dark. To be precise, she sensed their "existence" and made her aware of it in some form. Both times, they passed by in a flash, very quickly. When she saw it for the first time, she had actually told Mo Weiming, but he seemed to only treat it as a normal phenomenon after surgery and did not pay enough attention.
"Wait me a moment."
Mo Weiming turned around and went out, while Wu Hui stood there without daring to move. But even after being away for such a short time, she still felt strongly uneasy. Mo Weiming brought a small flashlight
, couldn't help but pry her left eye open, and hit the lamppost violently. Wu Hui instinctively took a step back, and he caught up with her. Under the stimulation of the light, tears quickly overflowed from his eyes.
"Look at the ceiling. The light reflex is normal, the tear gland function is normal, there are no scars, no edema, and no foreign bodies."
He put away the flashlight, and Wu Hui closed her eyes hard, a large spot of light shining brightly in her eyelids.
"what are you doing……"
"You can pay attention next time to see if only your left eye can see the shadow."
"Next time? No, wait a minute...what's wrong with my eyes?"
Mo Weiming did not answer directly, but remained silent for a while and said, "Let's eat first."
The small square table was filled with plates. There were less than a dozen boiled shrimps in a plate, and each one was quite thin. However, the vinegar dish next to it was adjusted to a moderate balance of salty and sweet, making the shrimp very delicious. A plate of sauced beef was evenly thin and thick, making one wonder if it was cut with a ruler. I mixed another dish of dipping sauce and added sesame oil. The taste is slightly different, which is very particular. The vegetarian dishes are simple scrambled eggs with tomatoes, water celery mixed with fungus, red, yellow, green and black.
But what appetite can Oh Hye have? She has become more and more certain that Mo Weiming is hiding something from her, and it is related to her own health. She sat with her chopsticks in hand, and only Mo Weiming acted like a normal person.
"What, you don't like it?"
"...No." Wu Hui looked up at him, "Do you know what I like?"
"Zongzi bone stewed tofu soup. I think you can drink it quite well. During the recovery period, you are afraid of running to the toilet, so you can make two more bowls of rice. Crucian carp and tofu soup seems to be OK, but you complained about the trouble. Salted egg yolk or crab roe tofu soup, too. Buy it, I suspect you are the tender tofu in the good soup. Old tofu, you still think the bean flavor is too strong."
"..."
That won't work. Silky tofu without any meaty taste has no soul.
Wu Hui didn't say anything, but he was indeed right. But it tastes really good? Add some artificial chopped green onions and you'll be stunned even if a fly flies by. At this time, she watched Mo Weiming skillfully fiddle with two chopsticks, and a small shrimp was quickly stripped bare. The orange-red shrimp shells were lying with their heads on the edge of the table. They looked quite intact and could easily be thrown back on the plate. The surgeon's skill was so flexible that Wu Hui wondered if he could deceive the Lord of Hell even if nothing happened.
Mo Weiming found that her eyes had not moved away from the tips of his chopsticks for a long time. He hesitantly picked up the peeled shrimps and moved them hesitantly to her bowl.
"No, no. That's not what I meant..."
Mo Weiming looked at her suspiciously, then hesitantly moved the chopsticks back to his bowl.
"By the way, you...where did you store so many vegetables? I saw that you didn't have so many things in your hands when you came back. And you are so nervous going to and from get off work, you can't go back just to get the basket, right?"
Mo Weiming stuffed the shrimp into his mouth and pointed at the cabinet opposite him with the tip of his chopsticks. Wu Hui reached out and touched the counter. It was ice cold, colder than the wooden products in the house in winter.
"It turns out this is a freezer. I asked why it feels so cold. By the way, I am."
"Since the last tenant has stayed, it's no use. Although in this weather, it's okay to store the vegetables and meat on the terrace, but it won't prevent rats, birds and insects."
Wu Hui reached out and curiously opened the lid of the freezer.
"do not move."
Mo Weiming's voice suddenly became stern.
"No, sorry."
Wu Hui retracted her hand, her movements cautious. She probably realized that this was indeed impolite, just like looking through someone else's window or wardrobe without permission. However, freezers are really a rare item these days, and most people are somewhat curious about them. When she sat upright, Mo Weiming's eyes softened. I don't know if it was an illusion, but his usual smile did seem to disappear for a moment.
After dinner, just as Mo Weiming was carrying the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen, Wu Hui stood at the door of the storage room again. There used to be a lot of open display cabinets here, but now many of them have been removed, so the whole room looks empty. There are two higher display cabinets in the inner position, which have not been moved, and some of Mo Weiming's own things are placed on them.
I piled some sundries inside and covered it with a huge dust-proof cloth. I don’t know whose belongings it belongs to. A small metal safe was exposed from the corner of the cloth, which must have been left by the previous tenant.
Mo Weiming walked to Wu Hui's side. She turned around, crossed her arms, and said nothing, but the question was written on her face. The topic really cannot be avoided. He was honest and said clearly:
"Your eyes actually underwent a very complicated operation. It was not as simple as blood bruising caused by a bump."
"very complicated?"
"I'll try to explain it in a way you can understand. Anyway, your left eye was severely damaged, so I had to replace part of it. As for which part of the tissue it is, it's a bit troublesome to explain, but you just need to know that they have indeed been combined with It was different before. You are not a superstitious person, and many things are simple for me to say. Do you know? The human brain does not actually recognize the existence of eyes. If the degree of damage you had at that time continues to worsen, it will become worse due to infection. The brain judges it as a foreign object intrusion. At that time, your body will attack your eyes, kill them as foreign objects, and make them completely blind...and even threaten your healthy eyes. But don't worry, it is basically perfect now Repair, normal visual function has been restored, and it will not interfere with the health of the right eye. It’s just, um..."
Wu Hui didn't understand much about medical things, and many parts were still in the dark. But she still understood the core part to some extent, and she seemed more excited than usual.
"You, you didn't get anyone's permission for this, right?! I know you couldn't ask me at that time, but did the hospital not know about it? Otherwise, the cost of this process... I How can you afford it!"
"You are really smart." Mo Weiming looked her up and down. "I really didn't mention these things to anyone, because the entire treatment process was illegal. The success rate of this plan is less than 70%. Bet It’s a big factor. Don’t you think I owe you a lot to do so much? Yes, that’s right, I owe you—I hid this surgery from you.”
White Night Floating Life Record
