"It doesn't have to be blood...flesh? Body tissue? Or something else?" Bai Su clicked on several possibilities, but the puddle of mud opposite him didn't respond. "I don't have the ability to communicate..."
Silt is still repeating the previous operation, probably because it failed a few times, and its jumping angle is even weirder.
The black-haired young man stepped back continuously, stepping on raised cardboard or boxes from time to time. He was not tripped, but his path changed, and he was rubbed several times by the mud.
No matter how many times it is rubbed, the mud will never turn into Baisu.
On the contrary, after Bai Su got tired of this back and forth, he stretched out his hand forward.
He grabbed the tail of the silt that shouldn't have been caught, but the silt was still moving forward. As soon as the two forces intersected, the result was the tail being docked.
The mud was forced to remain in Bai Su's palm, and the dark mass was still flowing.
Perhaps realizing that he was separated, the flowing part in Bai Su's hand suddenly shrank and then exploded, forming a puddle like an open piece of cloth that was about to cover the entire hand.
The idea of silt was beautiful, but it was quickly shattered by reality.
Male hands held it down.
With just one finger, the mud was so heavy that it could no longer move. Something foreign was trapped in the black slime.
Then human hands balled it up and compressed the mud into a small ball, which was as big as a mochi snack and could be swallowed in one bite.
Bai Su took a sniff, and after confirming that there was no smell that disgusted him, he opened his mouth, threw the black dumpling upward, and fell straight into his mouth.
The sweetness of the red bean paste exploded in your mouth, and Bai Su felt that he could give this little dessert four stars.
The perfect score is five points, and the bad point is that the quantity is too small.
After Bai Su finished his mouthful, his eyes fell on the mud in front of him who was still trying to change.
The human-shaped silt shivered humanely, and the raised question mark on his face became more and more obvious.
The silt does not understand what is happening, and it does not know what has happened to the part that is disconnected from it.
This is a good thing.
Doesn’t this mean that this pool of mud will not escape?
After realizing that the attacking sludge had some proliferative properties, Bai Su hatched a plan in his mind.
His house is quite big.
Although a faceless noodle man has already been placed, it is not impossible to add more mud.
The only thing that needs to be considered is whether there will be conflict if the two are placed in the same room, or should he go back and separate the space? As for the size of the noodles, two square meters should be enough...
While I was thinking about it, the sound of someone's footsteps in the distance was gradually approaching.
Bai Su didn't pay attention at first. Most of the pedestrians passing by walked straight forward, and few people turned into the path he was on... Ah, the new guy wanted to take a shortcut.
After just a moment's hesitation, the man turned in.
At the same time, the silt disappeared.
The muddy figure that was standing in front of him one second left a black light on his retina the next second, grazed the signs of the surrounding stores, jumped to the roof and disappeared.
Bai Su was left standing there, still stuck in the middle of the road.
Because of his position, the passerby who came in later asked doubtfully: "Excuse me, can you please excuse me?"
The black-haired young man glanced back and stepped aside obediently.
The passer-by was heartbroken by that glance. Just when he was wondering if taking the trail was the wrong choice, the passer-by passed Bai Su and nothing happened.
When the passers-by walked away, you could hear him whispering: "What's wrong... stand in the middle... blocking the road..."
The human spoke quietly enough, but Bai Su could still hear it.
His second look at the passerby made him quicken his pace and leave the trail as if he was being chased by some evil beast.
The passers-by left, but the silt did not return.
It happened that some shops on both sides that were open at night had already moved their door panels, and now there were a few more people on the trail.
Seeing that the mud would not appear again, Bai Su continued walking towards home.
The black-haired young man thought regretfully as he walked, there was no need to make room at home, those two rooms still belonged to Noodle Man.
However, what are the conditions for the appearance and disappearance of silt?
Alone... plural sights, what else is there?
After Bai Su returned home, he first attracted concern and condolences from the community.
He reacted and realized that the unknown staff member from the community was referring to Xiao Jiang's collapse in front of his house.
I heard that it almost turned into a crime scene, but luckily Xiao Jiang woke up in time.
"He must be giving me something...it's troublesome."
"No trouble, no trouble. Mr. Bai, your door was open at that time, which almost affected you." The unknown staff member said, "Mr. Bai, your dog can open the door. It's really smart."
Bai Su vaguely responded to the compliment, since it was all about him anyway.
After exchanging a few words and sending the community staff away, Bai Su closed the door.
He first went to the room where he was hiding to have lunch, then looked at the length of the live broadcast room, and was satisfied to see that it had increased during the two days he was away.
Finally, I checked Ichiban Shirogu's memory.
The memory exchange took a few minutes. When he opened his eyes on the sofa, Bai Su was lost in thought.
Why did community worker Xiao Jiang's symptoms look a little familiar?
Comparing it with the human he observed last night, Bai Su believed that the two were at about the same stage.
However, Bai Quan did not observe carefully, and the accuracy of this judgment is yet to be determined.
No matter how powerful Bai Su is, he can't find an unconfirmed truth in his memory.
Why not... He sat there and thought for a while, finalizing the itinerary for the next day.
…
An Xiangwen, visited the hospital three times.
The curly-haired young man sat in the ward with a heavy face and looked at the fruit basket placed on the cabinet.
"Actually, Brother Bai, with our relationship, we don't need to bring this kind of thing here."
"I bought it casually. It's not good to come empty-handed. Can I have an apple?"
"Okay, okay, Brother Bai, you can eat it all."
An Xiangwen's treatment for hospitalization this time has dropped compared with before. Although he still doesn't have to pay for it himself, there is no double ward.
After thinking about it and studying the changes in treatment, the curly-haired young man came to a conclusion - because his brother Bai did not follow him to the hospital.
It shouldn’t be. Aren’t they all brothers in need the past few times? How come his brother Bai is fine this time?
An Xiangwen couldn't figure out the reason after sleeping all night in the hospital, and the next day when he saw Bai Su who suddenly came to visit him, he couldn't figure out the reason either.
The curly-haired young man believed that their physical conditions were similar, but the hospital felt that his mental state remained to be seen.
An Xiangwen thought so and complained to Bai Su in such a low voice.
Due to the crowd of people in the ward, his voice was as loud as a mosquito.
After listening to An Xiangwen's words, Bai Su threw the clean apple core in his hand into the trash can and wiped his hands with a napkin.
I rubbed it with my knuckles one by one, and finally crumpled the wet paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
Bai Su had visited other people who had been brought back from Tuochuan Company. Not only were they in good spirits, but they also showed some signs of wanting to pay.
No matter how boring the police tried to persuade them, they seemed to have decided that they had not been deceived, a typical negative example.
Why didn't An Xiangwen react like this? Because of him?
Bai Su thought for a while, then touched the edge of the fruit basket and took out a brochure - the brochure of Tuochuan Company that he carried out.
He opened it and handed it to An Xiangwen, and then looked at the human being and became addicted to it. Not only did he want to take out his mobile phone, but he also wanted to touch his bank card to transfer money directly.
After reading for a while, Bai Su closed the book.
The curly-haired young man's eyes became confused. When he woke up, he looked at the mobile phone in his hand in confusion, unable to remember what he had just planned to do.
Isn't this a reaction? Just not as obvious as other humans.
"Hey, Brother Bai, what were we talking about just now?"
"I'm asking you about that alley." Bai Su changed the original topic.
"Oh oh oh..." The curly-haired young man believed it, "But there's nothing to talk about in that alley. I already told it yesterday when I was surrounded by the police."
"I just walked in normally and was about to bend down to pick up my phone when I saw something rushing towards me from the corner of my eye. It must have been a cat."
"You were the only one in that alley at that time?"
"Yes, there are walls on both sides, and there are just some trash cans, which can barely pass people through to the other end."
"I can see the whole thing at a glance. I must have been the only one at that time. Brother Bai, why do you ask this?"
"It's nothing." Bai Su blinked, handed over a pear and blocked the curly-haired young man's mouth, "I heard someone discussing in the corridor earlier, so I thought I'd ask you too."
An Xiangwen was easily convinced. He nodded in agreement and said that he had indeed been asked several times.
"They also came to ask me about the mutual aid association." The curly-haired young man touched his chin and said, "I told them all I could, and the police seemed to have rushed over quickly."
The place where the mutual aid meeting is held is a rentable room, where a group of people sit around and take turns speaking, and then have free exchanges.
Occasionally there will be some other forms, but mostly it is the previous model.
It took the special department some time to find the person in charge and ask for the list. After all, it was a novel experience to be knocked directly by the police at night.
The mutual aid meeting was held in an ordinary place, and nothing was discovered. The woman who was named and introduced the job was found to be a fake identity.
In this regard, the person in charge of the mutual aid association who was questioned was also very distressed: "Who knew she used a fake ID card... I can't tell this. The woman doesn't come very often. She hasn't signed up for a long time."
At this point, the investigation is in trouble, at least the woman who introduced the job is difficult to find again.
But An Xiangwen didn't know this, and neither did Bai Su.
The information about the two people stopped and people from the special department came to ask for information. Maybe Bai Su would know about it later, but he could also follow the handsome young man to trace it.
You have to put on a show before you leave.
After all, he still remembered that he had used the authority of a human woman to go to the archives to read the information yesterday. Now Bai Su poured everything he could into the ears of the curly-haired young man, regardless of whether An Xiangwen could remember it or not.
His tone of voice did not have smooth ups and downs, and he spoke very quickly, which sounded to human ears like he was chanting a curse.
An Xiangwen:......
An Xiangwen: "Stop, stop, stop, Brother Bai, I can't remember it!"
Bai Su didn't stop and didn't care. After he finished reciting, he looked at the curly-haired young man leaning on the pillow with his eyes blank and his lips slightly open, as if he was confiding something.
The patient on the bed next to him quietly cast his gaze, as if he saw a wisp of bluish-white soul floating out of the curly-haired young man's mouth.
Patient in the next bed: Do you need help ringing the bell? Is it really going to be okay?
An Xiangwen leaned back for a while before sitting up again.
Bai Su asked calmly: "Do you remember?"
An Xiangwen grimaced: "I didn't remember..."
Bai Su: "Do you remember?"
An Xiangwen: "...remember!"
Bai Su stood up with satisfaction, packed up the things on the cabinet, took out a plastic bag and picked through the fruits in the fruit basket.
An Xiangwen looked dumbfounded and asked doubtfully: "Brother Bai, are you...?"
Although he would most likely only stay in the hospital for two days, he would not be able to finish the fruit. He originally planned to share it with the patients in the same ward when he was discharged, but now it seems that he will not need it.
After Bai Su packed the fruits, he packed the plastic bag and said, "Visiting the patient."
The curly-haired young man cast an even more doubtful gaze, a feeling of confusion arose spontaneously, and a sour smell seemed to fill the air.
An Xiangwen's eyes seemed to be accusing, accusing Bai Su of having other patients outside.
Bai Su understood but failed to understand human emotions, and simply explained: "There is a community worker I know who also lives here."
After that, he left the ward under the reluctant eyes of the curly-haired young man.
"The next thing is..." The black-haired young man stood in the corridor and took out his mobile phone and looked at the string of numbers written on the note, "It's upstairs."
It's two floors high, just take the stairs up. After walking towards the target floor, Bai Su found that there were a lot of people in the inpatient area on this floor.
...There are even a few familiar faces.
The black-haired young man didn't know whether to move forward or not.
If he remembered correctly, he saw the person next to the nurse station in the police station yesterday, but yesterday this person was wearing a uniform, today he is wearing his own clothes.
At that moment, the man turned his head and glanced at the people around him.
The human's gaze had already passed over Bai Su. After a few seconds, he noticed something and moved his gaze back.
Member of the special department: "Ah... you're not——"
The name came to the lips but was not spoken, and finally turned into a "hello" as a greeting.
Bai Su also nodded to the person: "Do I need to register my name when I go in here?"
"Yes." The member of the special department who was asked scratched his head, "It is required for ordinary medical visits, but not for those who come to work."
Bai Su, who came for the former purpose, signed and wrote the date as instructed. However, due to his own special characteristics, he was stopped by the hurriedly arriving humans before he could reach the door of the ward he wanted to go to.
The police officer with a cropped hair popped out from nowhere and stood in front of Bai Su with his hands clasped together.
He didn't stop Bai Su from entering, but his eyes were a little strange.
If I had to describe it, the words "Why is it you again" are engraved in my eyes.
——Few things related to Baisu are good things.
Xia Chengyin realized this deeply and looked at the ward door to the side with some suspicion.
"You... what is the relationship between the people inside and you?"
"People who are generally known as community workers." Bai Su tilted his head, "I always feel that Officer Xia, you are making too much assumptions. That person among them who went to the hospital has nothing to do with me."
He was just an ordinary citizen passing by.
(End of chapter)
