Plague Doctor

By the time Zhou Haorui returned from Springwater Street to the dormitory bedroom, it was after 3: 00 in the morning, and all three roommates were asleep.

His head relaxed a lot, and the crow's voice didn't ring again. After 20 days of torture, he finally got to sleep, but he didn't walk to the bed.

He went to the desk by the bed, sat down, turned on his computer, searched the Internet, searched Mary-Golden Alley for a while, and searched for "Yang Liuqing” and “Jiang Li” information. Unexpectedly, Yang Liu Qingqing came out with some ancient poems, Jiangnan ancient style information, which is not like a personal name.

Before leaving in front of the alley, Zhou Hao Rui asked the Baijin woman: “Are you really Yang Liuqing? This name... quite smells like 'light dancing'. ”

“Is your name really Chow Mo?” She asked him back, "or the weekend? ”

Zhou Hao Rui suddenly caught it. He didn't have an expression on his face. He didn't have enough mouth to take it.

But listening to Yang Liu Qing, of course she can't really call this name...

Not even the Internet nickname is likely, after all, a 23-4-year-old girl would not like this flavor.

At the moment, Zhou Hao Rui searched and added keyword information such as Dahua City and some colleges in Dahua to this name. None of them found, although this does not mean that the woman really doesn't call her that name...

He kept searching for Kang and came out unexpectedly, "Huh? ”

One of the novel authors is called Kang Chi, is it a pen name? I published a mayoral version of the novel "The Post-Modern Us", but the sales were poor, and 3,000 copies of one edition were not printed, there were no other books, and there was no other information... If you think about what Kang looked like, this might be the kind of mix-up.

Zhou Hao Rui didn't really understand the meaning of the post-modern era, but Jiang was the most enthusiastic of them. At the time, he proposed, "We're in the same trench now. Listen to the crow. We may have to meet here tomorrow night. Let's add a phone or a WeChat? ”

However, Zhou Hao Rui and Yang Liu Qingqing, both remained vigilant, euphemistically rejected Old Jiang's proposal, and did not reveal their contact details and other information.

When he returned to school, he deliberately made more detours, paying attention to whether anyone was following him...

“Will we meet again tomorrow?” Now Zhou Hao Rui thinks, "even more people? ”

He thought about it for a while, it was almost 4: 00 in the morning, and he was tired, so he turned off his computer, went out to the bathroom on the floor and washed it, and went back to sleep.

After lying down, he realized how tired he was. Despite his heavy heart, he closed his eyes and felt like he was asleep in a blur.

After all these days, I can finally get some sleep...

Blur, blur, chaos, that unwavering weirdness, interwoven.

The light was shining, and he seemed to see a group of people in the mask of Doctor Birdmouth staring at the night sky, as if he heard a voice… it seemed to be the crow again, its voice was dull, speaking an obscure and elusive language.

Zhou Hao Rui's head started hurting again. The crow's voice kept repeating itself. It wasn't the plague that was coming, it was a saying...

“Go, use the power of the crow to relieve the pain…” said the crow, "to extinguish the plague and sacrifice them to the crow…”

Suddenly, Zhou Hao Rui felt that he woke up. The light in the bedroom was dim. Three sleeping friends were still asleep. He sat up in bed.

The cold wind blew, not knowing when, the wooden door in the bedroom was opened, with a few shady reflections.

Zhou Hao Ruidong's head sank. Those shadows, instead of wearing a bird-mouth mask, were like those goat-headed men that night, making him feel weird and dangerous. He hurried out of bed to wake the Wang family, "Jiaqi, Ziyang, Li Hui, wake up! ”

However, the three roommates were still not awake, as if they had passed out.

And those shadows outside the door, they came in, and they were just a man in a black robe, with a goatee, and a blurry face like a sheep's head.

“Come with us, you are lucky to be a sacrifice, and the growth of new life requires nutrients. ”

Those people, step by step.

“Grass…” Zhou Hao Rui muttered, hurrying and shouting, while searching for weapons. This is the sixth floor of the dormitory, there is no way out of the window.

He shouted out loud, but there was no response outside, only silence.

He walked over to the royal family and they pushed and beat, and they still didn't wake up.

Six goat-headed men gradually pushed him to the corner of the wall, and he grabbed a badminton racket, which was impossible to use at all.

But when these goat-headed men came up to catch him, Zhou Hao Rui still struggled hard, waving the badminton racket to hit them... The racket was caught by a man, and several other men pulled his hands and feet, bang, bang, bang, heavy fist fell, kicked him hard, right on his mark...

Zhou Hao Rui was in pain and convulsions. Each nerve was tearing apart. He could no longer struggle. He had to let himself be dragged out by these people.

It's as if the night was over again. Only this time, will there be crows rescuing...

Crows don't always guide you… learn to walk in the mist… use the power of crows…

Your power will grow, your power has grown...

In intense pain, Zhou Hao Rui remembered what the crow had just said in his dreams. The crow mark on his right wrist became burning.

And by the fire of admonition he cried out:

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Suddenly, the men who dragged him made harsh shouts of surprise. The skin on their faces, necks and bodies rapidly darkened, and a small, large pus appeared on the black skin, some very quickly becoming orange in size, and then burst into a crumbling pus wound.

It's like the man in Mary-King alley suffering from black death.

Black death has befallen these people, but there is no scalpel and iron cure.

Turning a blind eye, all goat-headed men are turned into a pile of white bones, a beach of pus...

Also at this time, Zhou Hao Rui felt that everything around him was twisting.

“Ah…” like a balloon blast, he opened his eyes violently, sat up in bed, staring blindly around, sweating cold.

Was that... a dream?

The wooden door in the bedroom was closed, there was no goat-headed man on the floor, and the three roommates slept peacefully.

“Dream?” Zhou Hao Rui muttered, looking at the mark on his right wrist, but still a little burning, as if the fire had flowed by.

The obscure words he shouted in his dreams... he remembered completely, engraved in his head, is that just a dream? Or... supernatural powers? A spell?

Is it the crow's power...

Zhou Hao Rui slightly opened his lips and stopped. If he read out that sentence, would it really... have any effect?

Yang Liu Qingqing, Jiang, have they had this dream too?

What does tonight's Mary-Golden Alley experience mean...

In that spell, he sensed only one thing: “The crow gives blood for blood”.

Zhou Hao Rui sat on the bed and looked in the direction of the bedroom door for a moment.