It's April in Luocheng, and the spring glow spreads from the west to the entire world. It's as gorgeous as an artist's oil painting. The red of the sunset is like the paint of the oil painting, changing all the pedestrians' bodies to a different color.
Taiping Hospital, third floor.
The smell of medicine in the ward is very pungent.
Even if the spring sunshine slants through the corridor of the hospital, it is difficult to bring warmth to people.
Chen Mo, lying on the bed, sighed inwardly.
Taiping Hospital, God damn Taiping Hospital.
Can the name of this hospital cure people?
You might as well call the morgue hospital and let me go to the morgue quickly.
It was difficult for him to hold up his eyelids. The smell of medicine in the ward was always so pungent. Mr. Wang in the bed next to him warned him every day not to mix his ashes with rice, but he never thought that his words would come true. He had gone there two days ago. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva reported it.
After all, it’s time to reincarnate now.
I don’t know how many days it will be before it’s my turn.
He has a disease, an incurable kind, brain cancer.
It's the kind of disease that's suitable for a romance novel hero, since he only has a few days left to live.
"I have the face of a romance novel hero, but I don't have the life of a romance novel." Chen Mo muttered, sighing helplessly, "I'm still a virgin, and I've never been a virgin to my real girlfriend."
At this time, a doctor in a white coat knocked on the door and walked in from the outside.
He handed Chen Mo a glass of warm water, held his test report in his hand, considered it and said,
"Mr. Chen, the tumor on your head is getting worse quickly."
After that, there was nothing more to say.
Brain cancer, this was Chen Mo's diagnosis.
Chen Mo's mouth twitched, feeling a little desperate inside.
Everyone is afraid of death, but if he dies, what will happen to the father who has paralyzed both legs, and his sister.
They are all counting on themselves...
Chen Mo coughed twice, opened his eyes and asked, "Doctor, tell me the truth, how long can I live?"
The doctor opposite was stunned for a moment.
He looked at the calm-looking young man in front of him, a little stunned.
He has been practicing medicine for so many years, and even an old man who is on his deathbed will still feel lost, painful and desperate when facing death.
But all these emotions disappeared in front of this young man.
The doctor took a deep breath and said seriously, "In the next two months, if you have a cerebral hemorrhage, you will die."
Will you die at any time?
Chen Mo smiled bitterly.
Time is a very heavy unit of measurement. The length of life and the breadth of civilization are all used to be marked by it.
Busy life often makes people forget the concept of time.
But once any countdown appears in your life, no matter what it is counting down, it will give you some sense of urgency.
Especially, you still have a lot to do in your life, but your body can die at any time.
Chen Mo originally wanted the doctor to prescribe some painkillers for him, but after thinking about it, he didn't have a few days to live anyway, so he was too lazy to waste the money.
Under the doctor's heavy gaze, Chen Mo walked out of the hospital.
He laughed at himself, am I coming out of the Taiping Hospital or the morgue?
He walked on the street and bought himself a leek box as usual.
The sound of cooking came from the street, the popping sound of vegetables and oil colliding, and then an alluring smell wafted out.
Leek boxes are Chen Mo's favorite thing to eat.
Chives, which can aphrodisiac, are a good thing, but unfortunately for Chen Mo, a single dog, he still needs to "inherit the traditional craftsmanship that cannot be lost for thousands of years" to be self-sufficient in lonely nights.
Well, I'm just an unknown craftsman.
Chew, chew.
Chen Mo watched the cars going by and the crowds of people, and ate the leek box unhurriedly.
An ordinary box of leeks gave him the feeling of a Manchu-Han banquet.
"Oh, I'm probably sick."
Chen Mo sighed with emotion. At his age, he should have been studying hard in college. He also got into a very prestigious university.
But for the sake of livelihood, to take care of his father, and for his sister to have a bright future, he decided to give up.
In the past few years, he has worked in various professions, including washing dishes, delivering express, working as a network administrator, and even being deceived into working as a cowherd.
He has tasted the ups and downs and experienced many hardships in society. In the end, he chose game anchoring as his career.
This industry relies on traffic to make money, and it has become very popular in recent years.
Of course, he only broadcasts puzzle games.
Because puzzle solving and reasoning are his strengths, whenever a complex puzzle game appears in the world, he will start it as soon as possible and get through it as quickly as possible. After that, he will never touch this game again.
These games, first kills, and strategies were all obtained by him. However, he did not want his life to be disturbed, so he never showed his face during the live broadcast and had thousands of vests.
In Chen Mo's eyes, all puzzle games have traces to follow. The puzzles are designed to be solved, and there will always be an optimal solution. As long as you understand the design ideas, everything will be solved.
But recently, he hasn't played those games anymore, because after getting a brain tumor, he really didn't dare to use his brain.
Chen Mo needs money now, a lot of money.
He stood among the crowd and slowly finished eating the leek box in silence.
…
Chen Mo stood up, put the business card in his hand back into his pocket, and then stopped a taxi.
"Little brother, where are you going?"
"Qingping Street."
"Well...what, you, you want to go to Qingping Street?" The middle-aged driver was stunned for a moment.
"I'll add more money." Chen Mo generously handed the 300 yuan note to the driver.
The driver looked at the 300 yuan, gritted his teeth, took the money, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards Qingping Street.
Chen Mo, who was sitting in the back row, took out his mobile phone, wrote a letter, and set a scheduled delivery in the mailbox. The recipient was his sister. After doing this, he slowly leaned on the back seat.
It was already dark, but there was still a coolness in the early spring night. The little bit of heat that had accumulated during the day quickly disappeared. There was an old street lamp beside the road that flickered with unstable voltage. This was probably because a group of renters nearby had privately connected wires from above.
The surrounding buildings were spray-painted with protest slogans and curse words.
Qingping Street is a slum in Luo City and is a no-no-no zone.
This place is filled with all kinds of pornography, gambling, drugs, and some shady industries.
At night, Qingping Street is completely dark, and no one knows what is hidden in the darkness.
The driver looked at the handsome Chen Mo through the rearview mirror, but he didn't know what the young man was doing here.
The radio station in the car suddenly broadcast a news: "There have been many disappearances in this city recently, and the criminal methods are relatively sophisticated. The police remind citizens to pay attention to safety."
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Shen Mo frowned unconsciously.
Multiple disappearances?
...
Soon, the taxi stopped.
The driver parked the car at the entrance of Qingping Street, then looked back at Chen Mo, "Young man, I don't dare to go in here. Look..."
"Yes." Chen Mo paid the fare, turned around silently and walked into the darkness.
