Plague Doctor

With this morning no longer in the early morning, the clouds faded in the sky, and Shidong Mountain landed on a maple leafy mountain road, increasing the number of mountaineers.

Among them, Peng Hui, Zhang Guorui and other high school students came out to climb the mountain on the weekend, but only less than half of them climbed. Several of the girls traveling with them laughed and complained: “I'm tired.” “How long will it take to climb?” “Don't worry, it's not yet at the hillside! ”

At this time, all still climb the mountain, and there is no coming down from the mountain.

And they were thinking, all of a sudden, they saw a big fat man rushing down the mountain road, and in the fall, he was sweating all over his face, and a set of grey and black sweatshirts was soaked, and he was stained like dirt.

The man looked like he had dropped his head hard into the river, his forehead seemed to have broken, some blood, and his tracksuit was stained with several pieces of blood.

As this fat man walked through the hillsides, there was also a strong smell of blood in the air.

Peng Hui always had allergic rhinitis, flushed by this smell, a sneeze came out, the nasal cavity was very uncomfortable, “What is this smell...” He had to mumble, usually followed his mother from the meat file of the vegetable market when it didn't smell so great.

When I think of the meat file, Peng Hui looked back at the fat man down the hill and saw some messy memories flashing in front of him.

The owner of the meat file raised the slaughter knife in high altitude and cut it down against a bright red piece of pork on the chopping board. The thumping sounded, the pork was cut in half, another knife, another knife, the meat was chopped, the blood flowed down from the blade, onto the chopping board, and splashed onto the butcher...

“Did he fall into the river? ”

“Where did this mountain come from, I think it fell into a ditch. ”

“You're here to fish, right? That's bad luck...”

The crowd whispered and continued to walk up the hill.

So it's best not to climb the mountain alone, there are often donkey friends like this, some luck is saved, some bad luck is dead, and there is no news of this kind. The man was lucky he didn't fall too hard. If he fell into a broken bone or something, he had to start a firefighter to save his life.

Zhang Guorui and the others left the matter behind after a few words of gossip, but Peng Hui still felt uncomfortable.

He looked back several times until he could no longer see the fat figure in the sportswear.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

The footsteps that fall on the hillside are chaotic and heavy, breathing heavily, and blood drips down on the dark yellow maple leaves of the steps.

Tan Jinming walked fast under his feet. This speed stemmed from the extreme panic in his heart, and there was something buzzing in his blank head.

What have I done, what have I done... How can this be, how can this be... Zibo and them...

No, you don't have to blame yourself, you didn't do anything wrong, not at all.

You just do what the world has always done, and they do it, and everybody does it.

Weak meat eats hard, this is the truth, this is the original face of the world...

“Ah!” Tan Jinming painfully covered his head, "Go away, go away!” He wants to get rid of this voice. He doesn't want to hear it anymore. It's the voice that caused him to do that. It's the voice that says what to do. It's the voice that pushes him...

I'm not pushing you, I'm just letting you see what you really think.

You repress yourself for years, you don't like it when people call you Fat Ming, you don't like it when you're a kid. Every time you heard a classmate call you that when you were a kid, you were upset and you wanted them to shut up. You got used to it. The so-called "habits” actually just want to make yourself better...

Actually, you don't mind, you just gave up the resistance, you admitted to losing.

Am I wrong? Didn't you just feel like a winner? You still have a desire to win...

“Go away...” Tan Jinming pressed his hands harder against his head, his hands were going straight into his brain to pull out that voice, his face had risen blue, his feet stepped down almost rolling down the mountain, Tan Jinming stopped his steps, gasped, suddenly wanted to cry, cry out loud.

In front of us, there are other scenes that have just flashed, panicked and harsh shouts echoing in our ears.

“Fat Ming! Fat Ming...! Don't!”

I don't know where the power comes from, so big, there's no room at all. The two tall, grown men were twisted together with one hand, thrown on the rock between them, turned dizzy, unable to climb up, they whimpered, struggled, but their strength was as small as a baby.

They have no power to fight back. If they lose, they blame themselves for losing. They have no power to fight back...

Boom, boom, boom!

Heavy impact sound, is the sound of the head crashing against the big stone, again, the blood spilled out, and then the crushed meat splattered.

The sound of running water in the mountains remains faint, but there is some more blood in the clear stream, which falls from above, ablates to the surface and dissipates.

Another thing that fell, it was a broken eye.

“No, no...” Tan Jinming swallowed up and stared at the clouds of the sky. The indelible light still illuminated some undiluted memories. His and Prince Bo's college affairs played each other's fun, graduated, and came out to work...

I told you, when Prince Bo gets married later, he will be fat as a best man.

If he was fat and had a wedding day, Prince Bo would have been the best man in the group.

After becoming a social animal, there are not a few students left, even if they usually praise each other in the circle of friends, it is only a matter of silence. But unlike Prince Bo, he is still connected and comes out from time to time to play, because he is a real friend...

“Ah, fuck off!” Tan Jinming grabbed his head and the more he wanted to suffer, he wanted to scratch his own head.

Painful remorse for what you have done and panic for the consequences to be borne.

I don't want to do that, I definitely don't want to do that. I never intended to do that to Zibo, and... there are others...

More memory fragments constantly flashed in front of them, accompanied by the cries of girls, they were scared, paralyzed, they wanted to escape...

But none of them escaped.

Tan Jinming doesn't understand how he can chase so fast. That's not how fast he can chase. It's impossible. He can only breathe once he runs a fat house. He can also breathe a few steps. He can never chase so fast when he climbs several levels of stairs...

Why, why do you despise yourself, would that make you feel better?

Kneel in a very low position, nothing to lose, so there is no pressure to compete.

Because you gave up competition, you gave up on yourself.

But that was before, "Fat Ming", was before. You can be different.

“Go away... ah...” Tan Jinming is almost on his knees, it's already a weeping stream, to hit the stone slab of the mountain with his forehead, he can't stand it anymore, I don't want to hear this voice anymore, it's not his idea, it's not...

Of course, his behavior puzzled the tourists who walked beside him. A group of tourists muttered and walked past him. He thought he was drunk or mentally ill.

One of the other group of tourists had a good sister and came up and asked, "How are you? What's wrong? Shall I call someone for you? ”

“I...” Tan Kimmington went down the hill with nothing to say, panicking all over his body, confused, scared.

Many people here have seen me... There is surveillance at the foot of the mountain entrance, all filmed, I came with Zibo...

And on the way, I was sitting in Zibo's car, in the car's driving recorder, all along the way, filmed.

After a short hurry, Tan Jinming's footsteps slowed down. Where can he go? There is no way to escape.

Why are you running? How many years have you been on the run? Think of something else. You can't just do that.

Tan Jinming looked around him, the cold mountain wind drilled clothes and drilled into the flesh, he felt everything was empty for a moment, he made a big mistake, there was no forgiveness and irreparable big mistake, there was no way, he really deserved to die... just...

The eyes dropped tears, Tan Kim Ming's slightly trembling hands took out the cell phone in his pocket, and the case was stained with some blood.

And he pressed the screen, he swallowed, and he sent a message to Mom: "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't want to do that." And he sent another message to Dad: "Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't want to do that.”

When it was finished, Tan Jinming turned to the edge of the hill, with the exception of some small intersections, from the foot of the hill to the stone steps at the top of the hill with stone fences.

But the guardrail is not high, and adults can turn it over as soon as they cross, and this road leans east, outside the guardrail, in a smoky valley all day long. This has happened before, when tourists sat on the guardrail and accidentally fell over and fell to the bottom of the mountain, thereby dying.

At this time, Tan Jinming stood beside the guardrail, pressed the guardrail with both hands, held up his feet, and jumped over the guardrail.

All of a sudden, his right hand grabbed the railing, but his face was frightened. This, this...

When Tan Jinming was still in doubt, he raised his right hand and pulled his hair, pulling it up vigorously. When Tan Jinmington shouted a harsh scream, he tried to loosen his right hand but was completely out of control, but pulled harder.

This right hand, at a strange angle, looks like he grabbed his scalp, walked back and left the edge of the fence.

“Ah...” Tan Jinming was still screaming, his face was full of blue muscle clashing, and his eyes were rapidly congesting and turning red.

He felt that his right hand no longer belonged to him. This right hand had life, it was that voice...

The voice became clearer, saying to him, right in his head:

Hello, negative choice.