Chapter 68 It's always snowing in his world
Along the way, the howling snow wind and green-yellow fog concealed too many unconscious living dead.
Li Ziyue looked around with his "reconnaissance eye".
[Low-level zombies: slow in movement, generally won’t attack people]
[Weaknesses: Weaknesses everywhere]
There was not a trace of redness on their faces; they were all sallow and thin, their eyes were lifeless, their pupils shrunk into two tiny black dots, and their eye sockets were dry and cracked.
The faces of some zombies had been corroded by the mist until only half remained, barely covered by skin infested with worms.
See zombies again...
[Oh my god, I heard from people on the forum that the weather dungeon is also known as the zombie dungeon, and it turns out...]
[It’s so cold… Does the host feel cold too?]
[Is it just cold? I feel like I can’t breathe anymore… I can’t take it anymore. I want to quit the live broadcast room for a while…]
[It’s hard to imagine that what we are feeling right now is only 30% of what the anchor is feeling… Bro… what kind of situation are you in? I usually see you don’t say anything, so I thought you were living a comfortable life…]
As they got closer to the hospital, the snow became thinner and the number of zombies decreased significantly. Li Ziyue narrowed his eyes slightly and moved faster and faster.
This place is more like an abandoned ruin than a hospital. Withered and yellow roots of ivy are barely hanging on the peeling walls. Several small vehicles with broken windows, flat tires and weeds growing under the seats are parked on the large open space in front of the gate.
The building was in even worse condition, with broken glass everywhere and thick dust covering the ground layer upon layer. The electronic screen at the entrance was black and tilted at the top, looking shaky.
As soon as Li Ziyue entered the hall, he saw a large mimeographed poster on the outpatient registration side - free gas masks, limited to 3 per household, please go to the respiratory clinic on the 5th floor to collect them.
The date is November 2, 2X16.
Li Ziyue's eyes stopped at the top of the "X".
Another vague date.
He recalled the notes left on the blackboard of XX Hope Primary School in the copy of "The Suicidal Farmer", which also blurred the specific years.
Is it because it's just a copy and therefore doesn't need strict dating?
Li Ziyue temporarily suppressed his doubts and first took a general look at the hospital at the map index at the information desk. Then he followed the clear instructions on the wall and walked towards the stairs.
However, when passing the second floor, Li Ziyue had already raised half of his foot, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of a silver light on the ground at the corner.
His heart skipped a beat and an inexplicable sense of weirdness arose in his heart.
really.
It was a broken bottle of glucose solution. The transparent liquid flowed on the dusty ground, "dying" the area into a dark brown.
It's cold and the liquid has not yet solidified. Moreover, this is the ophthalmology outpatient department. It is impossible for such a large bottle of glucose solution to appear here out of thin air.
There are other people in this building.
And there may be more than one.
The broken bottle means that the person holding the bottle was not in a clear state of mind at the time or was facing some very urgent situation.
And judging from the dust on the ground.
Li Ziyue frowned slightly.
No other traces of footsteps were seen.
Could it be that this person is flying...
Li Ziyue silently picked up the large pieces of debris on the ground, and groped along the base of the wall with his fingers.
The next moment, he felt someone suddenly cover his mouth and nose tightly, and then his body rolled to the ground uncontrollably.
In the blink of an eye, he was taken to a small room next to the ophthalmology clinic for vision testing. Li Ziyue's back was pressed tightly against the man's chest, his wrists were pinched by someone, and his lips were touched by something cold.
Afterwards, he was charged with standing behind the computer ophthalmometer. The man pulled the blackout curtain in front of him and trapped Li Ziyue in the corner by hugging him from behind.
Li Ziyue closed his eyes.
After a few seconds, the man slowly lowered his hand that was covering his lips.
Li Ziyue then shouted in a calm voice.
"Zhang Lian."
He sounded a little angry.
Zhang Lian naturally rested his chin on Li Ziyue's head, feeling his soft hair trembling slightly.
Fortunately, Li Ziyue is just a head shorter than Zhang Lian, so this posture is suitable for both of them.
Before Li Ziyue spoke again, he sighed hoarsely: "Brother...it hurts..."
Li Ziyue lost his temper all of a sudden. He didn't even dare to move. He just stood there stiffly, and his tone was obviously much softer: "...Where? What's wrong?"
Who can hurt Zhang Lian?
Zhang Lian raised his eyebrows slightly when Li Ziyue couldn't see him. His voice was still weak and uncomfortable: "It's okay..."
Before he could say anything, he suddenly felt the person in his arms twist his body.
Zhang Lian hissed impatiently, his eyes narrowed slightly, and held Li Ziyue's waist with one hand: "Brother, be good and don't move."
Li Ziyue's face was rarely red. He propped up his upper body and broke free from Zhang Lian's arms. Then his slightly cool fingers touched Zhang Lian's white shirt that had been stained with blood.
A scar at least 10 centimeters long was carved on Zhang Lian's cold pale skin. The wound was so deep that his white bones could be vaguely seen at the end.
"How did you get hurt?"
For the first time, Li Ziyue's tone was frighteningly cold: "Zhang Lian, it's already like this and you just..."
"Brother," Zhang Lian lowered his eyes, and pulled Li Ziyue's sleeve weakly with his fingers, "It hurts."
Li Ziyue's emotions, which had just been ignited by Zhang Lian's injury, were suddenly blocked and he was unable to speak for a moment.
Li Ziyue gently pursed her lower lip, and saw Zhang Lian's narrow and long eyes slightly narrowed, with the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, but her long eyelashes were obediently lowered, and one hand was hooked on the hem of Li Ziyue's shirt.
He spoke in a low voice, as if begging.
"Please take care of me."
"you……"
Li Ziyue's throat was choked with sobs, his fingertips trembling slightly. He didn't want to look up at Zhang Lian's lips which were almost bloodless. He just silently took out simple medical tools from his backpack, did some basic disinfection, and then wrapped them with bandages a few times.
Such a serious injury will definitely not heal in a short time, and we can only try to stop the bleeding.
He really wanted to scold Zhang Lian for getting himself into this state, but when the words came to his lips, they softened into soothing words: "...Does it hurt..."
"It doesn't hurt."
It doesn't hurt even though it's so badly injured.
Li Ziyue couldn't bear to talk about his injuries, but the emotions surging in his chest made him speak: "...Don't you have everything in your backpack? It's so cold, why don't you put on more clothes?"
On snowy days, Li Ziyue always wore a black cotton-padded jacket, while Zhang Lian still wore a simple white shirt.
Zhang Lian lowered his eyelashes.
After a long while, he murmured to himself, "...I'm not afraid of the cold. I'm used to it."
Li Ziyue suddenly stopped moving.
He thought of Zhang Lian whom he met in "Elementary Pseudo-Human Copy".
Every time the game starts over, Zhang Lian's body is always unusually cold.
At first Li Ziyue thought that Zhang Lian had a special physique, but when he got close to Zhang Lian again at the end of the copy, and his fingertips carefully touched Zhang Lian, he clearly realized that Zhang Lian's body temperature was normal.
That coldness can only come from Zhang Lian’s world.
Li Ziyue had investigated Zhang Lian before, but no matter how many points he spent, the system only told him two things about Zhang Lian's world.
First, Zhang Lian’s world is “innovative” and what his world is like is entirely determined by Zhang Lian himself.
The second point is not text, but a photo.
Most of the photo was filled with white snow that seemed to be shining with silver light under the sunlight. Zhang Lian's figure only occupied a corner of the photo. Half of his body was covered in the snow. His head was slightly tilted upwards, looking at the dead tree beside him in a daze.
Beside him, heavy snow was flying.
turn out to be.
It has been snowing in Zhang Lian's world.
Li Ziyue felt the tips of his ears getting hot and he felt a suppressed sourness in his heart.
He took a deep breath and put his hand on the zipper of his cotton jacket, but Zhang Lian held it with one hand.
"Brother," Zhang Lian shouted, "I can tolerate cold much better than you can. If you catch a cold..."
He gave a reason that made Li Ziyue very confused: "I just don't have the energy to do my holiday homework."
[God damn it, I wish I could go home and lie down when I’m sick. It would be heaven if I didn’t have to go to class or do homework]
[True or false…Last time I had a fever for two days, I went back to school and touched the desk drawer, and I found a new test paper in my hand]
[I really cried. This reason was so outrageous, but it seemed so reasonable when applied to Brother Li...]
However, Li Zi's love for homework has a limit, it's not to the point of obsession.
Li Ziyue sighed.
The hand that Zhang Lian held was warm, which meant that he was not cold.
Zhang Lian added: "The holiday is very short, less than a week. When we finish the dungeon, there will be only three days left, and you have 10 English test papers left..."
"I have to change the bandage later. You have to endure the pain during the disinfection," Li Ziyue said viciously, "I won't comfort you even if you cry out in pain."
Zhang Lian softened his brows, stopped talking wisely, and then smiled slightly.
"good."
He didn't tell the truth about his injury.
At that time he thought that person was Li Ziyue.
This caught him off guard and led to an ambush.
There was a layer of gloom in Zhang Lian's eyes.
"So?" Li Ziyue raised his head and looked at him, "You brought me here..."
He looked around the small corner: "It's not just about bandaging the wound."
Zhang Lian changed his previous expression and returned to his usual dullness. He blinked at Li Ziyue innocently, like a child complaining to his parents: "There are two NPCs on this floor, a doctor and a nurse, they..."
Zhang Lian coughed and said, "Very strong."
Li Ziyue looked solemn.
It seems that it is not easy for Zhang Lian to say this.
“They were arresting me just now…”
Li Ziyue suddenly covered his lips.
He came closer, his body naturally curled into Zhang Lian's arms, his thin lips pressed against Zhang Lian's earlobe. Li Ziyue's warm breath brushed across Zhang Lian's cool ear cartilage like a feather.
Zhang Lian was distracted for a moment.
"Someone is coming."
Zhang Lian blinked and held his breath when he heard Li Ziyue's words.
The door of the clinic creaked loudly, followed by the sound of two people's footsteps, one light and one heavy.
"Where did you go..."
A strange female voice sounded in the empty clinic: "You can run so fast even with such serious injuries... Humph."
"We must find him." The heavy footsteps stopped, replaced by a man's thick voice, "I have never seen such a...perfect body...We need his upper body...there are rich internal organs there..."
The sticky sound of water lurked in his cold tone, like a centipede crawling in the dark.
Li Ziyue felt that the curtains behind them that were used to cover the two of them were shaking. He looked up slightly and saw a small hole in the edge of the glass window. The cold wind whistled in through the hole, disturbing the floor-length curtains.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, but also lighter and lighter, as if a beast had discovered its prey and was approaching quietly, attempting to bite the prey's fragile throat at the most critical moment.
gradually.
He could no longer hear any footsteps.
And a skinny hand also covered the other side of the curtain.
The sound of the sticky liquid sliding in the mouth seemed to linger in his ears. Li Ziyue could even imagine the bloodshot eyes of the two medical staff stuck to his neck.
Then.
“Bang!”
There was a crackling sound coming from the other door, and several large pieces of glass fell to the ground one after another.
"Over there!"
The female voice exclaimed, and then quickly ran to the door.
Li Ziyue breathed slightly.
In his hand, a transparent silk thread was being tightened.
Fortunately, he is used to keeping a backup plan for himself.
Long before Zhang Lian was about to pull Li Ziyue into the clinic, Li Ziyue had already wrapped the transparent silk thread in his backpack around the door handle of the clinic, and pasted a few pieces of glass that he had picked up from the ground and had not yet broken completely on the corner near the door.
At that time, he was not sure that the man was Zhang Lian, so he prepared two silk threads.
One is used to attract a third party. That is, if the person behind him confronts him, he can also pull the silk thread to break the glass and attract the attention of other things in the building.
Creating chaos has always been one of Li Ziyue's ways of getting away.
The other one was for defense, so that if the person behind him locked him in the clinic, he could use it to escape.
I didn't expect it to be actually used here.
Li Ziyue breathed a sigh of relief.
I was about to say something, but the sound of the two NPC's footsteps had not yet dissipated, so I gave up.
Now he's probably at the door.
Li Ziyue closed his eyes.
However, the next moment, a system prompt popped up.
Then, the speaker in the corridor, which had been without power for a long time, suddenly sounded.
[Detecting that all personnel are present, the 'hide and seek session' is now open]
"Oh?" The nurse stopped and asked, "Are all the staff here?"
She turned around and looked up and down at the curtains of the vision examination room. The blood-stained scalpel stood upright in front of her. She stretched out her forked scarlet tongue and licked the blood off it.
"So... the little mice are really here..."
The footsteps started again.
Getting closer.
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