Plague Doctor

Ah! Gu Jun suddenly woke up from the nightmare and opened his eyes to see the white ceiling. He was still in the bedroom. That was just a dream...

He looked at his cell phone time, and he slept for two hours.

Gu Jun took a deep breath. There was a faint odor in the air that smelled like onions. Formaline, it came from him. He pressed his still sinking head and got up and out of bed.

“Was it really just a dream?” He muttered in his heart, "It doesn't feel like...”

It's either a dream or a subconscious product of what happened to me these past few days.

Either it's not a dream, it's a real scene.

As Gu Jun thought about it, he found some clean clothes in the wardrobe and then went to the bathroom in the dorm building to take a good bath. Li Larry's phone was still with him. In the shower, the hot water continued to drip from the shower. He rubbed his hands hard and washed them over and over again, but it still seemed that the plastic smell of the medical rubber gloves on his hands could not be washed off...

After the bath, Gu Jun returned to his bedroom and saw Cai Zixuan return, busy living by his wardrobe.

“Yark Jun, you just took a bath?” Cai Zixuan asked sleepy.

“I just took a nap.” Gu Jun's eyes were swollen and his flat nose became like a nose when he was irritated by formalin. He couldn't help but say: “Zixuan, you look so miserable. ”

As the culprit, you are still ashamed to say... Cai Zixuan raised a sigh and still couldn't fire, “Look in the mirror, you are worse than I am. ”

Gu Jun sniffed to take care of a mirror, but his face was even more gloomy, and his face was worthless, like a madman wandering on the edge of madness. He burst out laughing and didn't know what he was laughing at. He shook his head laughing, “Medical dog, medical dog. ”

“Luckily, we're not the only ones.” Cai Zixuan walked by with his clothes in his arms and stood there and said to him, "These bodies are really of high quality, except for the deformed parts. We just went to a few labs next door, and a lot of people died trying. ”

What do you normally dissect? Fat, fat, bloody car crash, broken limb jumping bodies...

Cai Zixuan said with emotion: "You know Shen Wanjie from Class 1, the general teacher of their group is a young woman, also a left hand deformity, there are no other abnormalities. That skin is so beautiful! People say it's the most beautiful skin they've ever seen, like pulled out of a moisturizer ad. ”

“Do you have any idea how sick you sound right now?” Gu Jun punched, although knowing Zixuan said “pretty” means the clarity of the structure.

“Uh." Tsai Zixuan scratched her head and walked out with her clothes.

Sometimes, things are inadvertently linked.

Advertisement? Gu Jun recalled a flashing memory fragment. The giant dead tree he seemed to have seen, in what ad? Travel ad news?

However, it is not a dead tree, it is a lush branch, the leaves are very green...

Gu Jun sat at his desk, turned on his laptop and searched the Internet, searched for "Domestic, Dashu”, and searched for "Dongzhou City, Dashu”... He browsed through a piece of information that he had searched for, and suddenly saw a piece of news that looked familiar to him, and clicked Open.

Dongzhou City, Gubanyan Village, an old banyan tree with a life span of 1,000 years.

Gu Jun looked at the news photo on the screen, his eyes curled up, "This is the tree. What I saw in my dream was this old banyan tree. ”

Gubang Village is not a famous place, it is just an ordinary village, located in a remote mountainous area on the northern edge of Dongzhou city, although there is some mountain water scenery, there has been underdevelopment, usually only some donkey friends will go. Ancient Banyan Village, most famously this banyan tree.

Because all over Dongzhou, the banyan tree is one of the best.

Gu Jun flashed through the depleted scene, drank his saliva, and continued to search for information on Gurong Village.

Its last news was last year, and the rest was mostly related to the propaganda of the tree. Then… no new information about the village can be found online. It's unusual to be clean. After all, it's a small tourist attraction. How can it be so clean?

Unless something happens there, the information is under control.

“Could it be Gubancun Village, the source of the disease?” Gu Jun thought, and ordered another news from Gu Ban Village, his heart suddenly tightened...

The news was presented to journalists by the director of the Culture and Tourism District Management Committee of Gubang Village on their plans for the development of the village.

The director is a middle-aged man, ordinary figure, with a Zhang Guo Zi face. The smile on the news accompanying drawings is very warm and pure. He said that Gurong Village should be developed into a popular place for self-driving tourism in the north of Dongzhou in the next decade...

The director's face, Gu Jun is very familiar.

This morning, he personally removed this facial eyeball.

“Hoo-hoo.” Gu Jun leaned against the back of the chair and had a set of speculations in his heart. Whether or not the source, Gubanyan Village should have had an outbreak, the 50 remains were all villagers, perhaps more victims... what exactly happened there became like this...

Looking at the green banyan tree on the screen, he has a growing urge, go there to see, go to Gubanyan Village, the answer you want is there...

“No!” Gu Jun shouted, interrupting his impulse. He must not just run off to Gu Ban Village.

It was merely an exposition to those who were watching him, and he was not ignorant.

And it's absolutely death, and it's the kind of person who doesn't live long in a horror movie.

“Gubang Village… is there anyone else there, the epidemic prevention and control must have started, is it not isolated there? ”

Gu Jun thought of another way to verify his guess.

It's still around 4: 00 p.m., and he figured it out, searched for some information, wrote it down in his phone, cleared the browsing records, turned off the computer, and walked out of the bedroom.

After leaving the dormitory building, Gu Jun quickly left the campus dormitory area and went to the street outside. He boarded a taxi and deliberately let the driver take a detour before stepping out into a familiar alley and buying an unnamed cell phone card at a small shop on the side of an ordinary road.

Gu Jun exchanged his phone for this new card and opened his phone address book. There is a new contact person named "Gubancun Culture and Tourism District Management Committee”.

He left the small shop and walked down this old, forceful alley, pointing his finger and pressing the dial.

This is a landline number, in the current village of Gubanyan, and he thinks it's possible that the communication line has been disconnected or that no one is connected.

Doo, Doo... The phone comes out and waits for the sound to come on, and the line can still be called.

Gu Junwang, looking at the sky near evening, looking at the old signs of the small shops on both sides of the alley, “spicy hot”, “groceries”, “health massage foot bath”

Ten beeps on the phone, still no one answered, Gubanyan Village is already a dead place?

Gu Jun raised his head, and when his right hand was about to hang up, suddenly, he dashed.

Phone's on.