36 The Death of Qin Shi Huang
◎This is not actually a game, nor is it a system prank◎
Helan Dao turned his head to the side and looked into the ward on the right.
It was the person I met before, the motorcycle owner who had been in a car accident. The doctors and nurses were holding him down to clean the wound.
The motorcycle owner lay on his back on the blue hospital bed, howling in pain, as if a pig was being slaughtered. Helan Dao felt as if the pain was in his body, and he couldn't help but hissing.
The little girl poked her head out, but Helan Dao slapped her away: "Little kid, don't look at these."
He glanced at the motorcycle owner's lower body, which was covered in blood and the exposed wounds looked shocking.
It looks serious.
There was a calendar hanging on the wall of the ward. Helan Dao subconsciously looked at it, but the little girl reached out and pulled his little finger. She seemed a little impatient and was silently urging him in this way.
Helan Dao looked down at her and smiled gently.
"Let's go." He said, taking a last look at the bed inside.
The locomotive owner seemed to sense something and glanced outside the door.
"Do you know him?" The doctor took out a bag of medicine and looked outside following the patient's gaze. He only caught a glimpse of the back of a man in black clothes, with a little girl in a red dress beside him.
The little girl seemed to have eyes on the back of her head. She suddenly turned around and looked into their eyes.
The black pupils were dark and seemed to have no bottom.
In the ward, both the doctor and the motorcycle owner shuddered.
It's so creepy.
Shaking off the discomfort in his heart, the motorcycle owner shook his head: "I don't know him."
The doctor raised an eyebrow and curled his lips. "Just bear with it."
He poured the medicine in his hand onto the motorcycle owner's wound, causing him to let out another scream of pain that tore through the sky.
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Screams from the ward echoed into the corridor.
"I don't want you to see!" The old dean suddenly lost his temper, picked up the water cup beside the bed and smashed it at Zhu Heng's feet, "Get out of here."
Zhu Heng said nothing, bent down, stepped into the water, and picked up the cup.
At this moment, the indifference and irritability on the old dean's face were an expression that Zhu Heng had never seen before when he came to the hospital to look after her every night after school.
He remembered that the doctor said that the old lady had a bad temper and was always angry during the day. Only when he rushed over from school at night, she seemed like a different person and cooperated with everything.
It turns out that this is how she is during the day when he is not around.
A nurse came over after hearing the noise. She was used to the old lady's occasional emotional outbursts, but when she entered the ward, she was still a little surprised: "Why are you so excited today?"
The nurse comforted the patient while shooing Zhu Heng away: "Please step aside, everyone outside. The patient is in an unstable condition and needs to rest. Please do not disturb him."
Zhu Heng had no choice but to go out.
When the current dean heard the noise, he immediately rushed over from the doctor's office and passed by Zhu Heng.
He turned sideways and turned his face away from the current dean's sight.
Fortunately, the current dean was focused on the old dean and did not notice the existence of Zhu Heng a few years later. Moreover, his figure was no longer the same as the thin young man he was back then. As long as the current dean had not seen his appearance, he would never associate him with an acquaintance.
Zhu Heng leaned against the wall of the corridor at the entrance, his ears filled with noisy and chaotic sounds.
He couldn't help but glance at the old man in the ward who had calmed down a little. As soon as the old man saw him, he started panting again.
The nurse waved her hand angrily at him and ordered him to leave.
"Is someone coming?" The current director was stunned. The old woman was so angry, could it be her children who came?
Seeing that the current dean was about to turn around and look at him, Zhu Heng had no choice but to leave, but he did not leave completely. He just went outside the inpatient building to get some fresh air.
Take it easy.
Wait until the old man's emotions are stable.
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When Helandao and the little girl arrived, the old dean had just laid down to rest.
The ward was quiet, with only the current director sitting nearby, sorting the old man's things.
It seems inconvenient to disturb you.
Helan Dao was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, the current dean turned his head and saw the little girl at the door. His face suddenly darkened: "Why are you here? Who brought you here?"
As she spoke, she glanced at Helan Dao warily.
The little girl took a step back behind Helan Dao silently.
However, Helan Dao pushed him from behind and mercilessly pushed him towards the current dean.
The child had no sense. The look in her dean's eyes almost killed him. How could he dare to stand up for her? It was a blessing that he was not mistaken for a pervert.
He Landao leaned against the door frame, his eyes fixed on the old man sleeping soundly on the bed. He unconsciously lowered his voice and said, "I don't mean anything else. I just came to see the old dean and ask someone a question."
Considering Zhu Heng's age, he has been in the welfare home for more than 20 years. The old director may know more about his childhood.
But now it seems that the old man is not very conscious, so he probably didn't have the chance to ask.
"If the old director is not convenient, you can just ask me." The current director looked back at the old man on the hospital bed, who was still lying there quietly without being woken up.
She breathed a sigh of relief, then looked up and continued to stare at Helan.
He was about to speak, but was interrupted by the current dean: "Wait a minute."
Helan Dao stopped talking and said nothing.
He watched as the current dean turned around, took out a set of paper and pen, handed it to the little girl, and asked the nurse to take the child to the information desk and sent her to do her homework on her own.
He even carries his homework with him.
ox.
Helan Dao glanced at the little girl, feeling somewhat gloating.
The little girl scowled at him viciously, took the homework book reluctantly, and was forced to leave with the nurse.
When their backs were completely out of sight, the current dean walked to the ward balcony, turned around, looked at Helan carefully and said, "Go ahead."
Helandao withdrew his gaze from the little girl, received the dean's eye signal, walked lightly to the edge of the balcony.
It was getting dark outside.
He Landao looked at the current dean steadily and said, "I want to ask Zhu Heng."
He took out the photo he had shown the little girl and handed it to the current dean.
When the current dean saw the photo, he was stunned for a moment and his eyes looked a little strange.
Helan Dao paused for a second: "Inconvenient?"
The current dean seemed to suddenly react after being reminded by Helan Dao. She put away her strange expression, and a fleeting light flashed in her eyes. She looked up at him: "...No, what do you want to ask?"
Helan said, "I want to know about Zhu Heng's background. I especially want to know about his mother."
If, in the first copy with reversed cause and effect, the actress was a character who appeared out of thin air because of the existence of Zhu Heng's diary, then who is Zhu Heng's real mother?
And why did Zhu Heng say that those diary entries related to his mother were not written by him?
If Zhu Heng was not lying and it was indeed not him who wrote the diary, then who could it be?
Who would play such a prank for no reason?
Helandao had a hundred questions in his mind, and he had to figure them all out. In this system he created, he would not allow any unknown factors that were beyond his control to appear.
He must not allow these unstable factors to disrupt his plans.
A cool breeze blew across the balcony.
The current dean reached out and tucked her short hair behind her ears. Helando noticed that her hair was snow-white at the roots, and thick black beyond the roots.
Looking closely, the wrinkles on the face are also obvious.
Only then did he realize that the successor to the old dean was actually not young.
The current director spoke softly, "Xiao Heng came to the welfare home on a midsummer morning."
"A man came here alone?"
"Of course not. Xiaoheng was just born at that time. How could he have come here on his own?" the current dean denied. "The old dean and I checked the surveillance footage together. He was walked to the door by a strange man."
The dean said, "This man could be Xiaoheng's father, or he could be a member of his mother's family. But no matter what, Xiaoheng's mother has never shown up. So I can't answer the questions you want to know."
Helan Dao was silent.
He tried to use the system, following the dean's description, to collect and copy the data from that year, and then tried to lock onto the strange man in tens of trillions of human databases.
This operation is very simple and does not require any high-level permissions. Many members of the archaeological team in the central city have mastered this skill. It is as common as using a map. They directly use the matching mechanism of the system data as a positioning marker.
But even with such a simple and routine operation, Helandao failed.
His expression suddenly became serious.
The last person whose background he couldn't figure out and who was outside the system was the actress who appeared because of the diary.
Seeing that Helan Dao didn't say anything, the current dean looked at him.
After a while, she turned her gaze to the distance. Outside, the Meteorological Bureau had artificially created a beautiful sunset, hanging in the sky.
She was a little lost in thought, and said lightly, "I have already answered the question you wanted to ask. Now, I also want to ask you a question."
Helan Dao frowned and nodded silently.
"Is Zhu Heng doing well?" asked the dean.
"Pretty good." He Landao recalled the contents of the diary and added, "It's just that the death of the dean that year had a significant impact on him."
Seriously speaking, the impact on him throughout his childhood was not small.
From the appearance of the actress to the return of everyone to the welfare home in the Qin Shi Huang copy.
It not only affects himself, but also the people around him.
It doesn’t matter if others don’t understand, Helan Dao understands best what this means.
This is not actually a game, nor is it a system prank.
The system world is a mirror reflection of the real world. The history that happened in the real world in the past will be copied into the system as a whole. Every choice made by every person, whether conscious or not, in the past, present or future, is closely related to the real world and conforms to the development logic of real history.
In other words, the real history of the past has created the operating rules and development direction of the system world. Conversely, changes in the system world will also affect the real world.
There is actually not much difference between the system world and the real world.
Civilization is indeed dead in the real world.
Hearing Helan Dao say this, the current dean was stunned, but only for a moment, and soon returned to normal.
"Oh, the dean passed away..." she murmured softly, turning her head to look at the old man on the hospital bed.
Helan Dao keenly caught her strange expression and looked over at her, his light-colored pupils flashing with a faint light.
The current dean turned around and met He Landao's gaze. She pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled a little unnaturally: "I'm confused. What year was that?"
"When Zhu Heng was seventeen or eighteen years old." Helan Dao answered, slowly narrowing his eyes, a strange premonition lingering in his heart.
Something seems wrong.
Recalling the various strange expressions on the current dean's face since he met her, Helan Dao frowned. Could it be that at this point in time, the dean mentioned in Zhu Heng's diary has not yet passed away?
So could it be... the one on the hospital bed?
To verify his guess, He Landao looked at the absent-minded dean and deliberately added, "His diary says that the dean died on July 9, 883."
To Helan Dao's surprise, the current dean's expression remained unchanged after hearing the specific date. He simply nodded and glanced at the old dean resting quietly on the hospital bed: "Xiao Heng, this kid is nostalgic..."
Seeing the current dean's normal reaction, Helandao gradually gave up his unlikely idea.
He must have been overthinking it.
【Author’s words】
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or provided me with nutrient solution between 2022-06-30 01:40:53 and 2022-07-02 20:00:37~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Passer 1;
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
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