37 The Death of Qin Shi Huang
◎This is the cause he sowed◎
"Let's go." The current dean looked at the evening sky and said to Helan, "The old man needs to rest. It's getting late. We should go back."
Helandao looked at the current dean and felt that she had something to say.
He didn't object, but just said, "I'll go get the kid."
The current dean nodded and followed Helando out of the ward. Before closing the door, she glanced at the calendar records for nurses behind the door and paused for a moment, with no emotion visible on her face.
He Landao had already walked away. The current dean looked at his back, quietly turned the calendar to the front, and covered the time on it.
He Landao suddenly turned around and looked at her: "What's wrong?"
As he said this, he was about to come over.
"Oh, it's okay." The dean smiled, "Let's go."
When Helandao and the current dean took the little girl out of the hospital on the bus, it was already completely dark.
Zhu Heng, who was guarding outside the hospital, looked at the time. Suddenly, his eyes fell on a No. 1634 bus in front of the gate.
A familiar figure was getting out of the back door of the car.
The boy was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and navy blue trousers as a school uniform. Although he still looked childish, he already had a look of worry between his brows.
Zhu Heng hid behind a tree, looking at his past teenage self, and walked into the cold hospital building without knowing anything.
After the young Zhu Heng's back disappeared in the crowd, Zhu Heng came out with a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, he raised his foot and chased after him.
The crowd was crowded, and Zhu Heng was weaving sideways among them. Someone in front of him couldn't stand firmly, and when he stumbled backward, he bumped into a lame man.
The lame man pretended to fall down, and Zhu Heng was quick to help him up.
"Thank you, thank you." The man kept thanking her.
"Need not……"
Zhu Heng looked up, and when he saw the man in front of him, the polite words stopped on his tongue.
It was the lame man who passed by the fruit shop and whom I met once on the bus.
The other person also showed a surprised expression and smiled at Zhu Heng: "It's you again. We've met three times in a row. It must be fate... Are you here to see a doctor?"
"No, I came to visit my family."
"I see... I came to see a doctor. I want him to install an artificial mechanical bone in my left foot so that I can walk like a normal person."
They walked to the elevator shaft together. Zhu Heng pressed the elevator button and asked casually, "Did you just hurt your leg?"
"No, it happened a long time ago. Ever since the First Emperor computer, which kept the whole city running smoothly, went on strike, everything was a mess. I was a victim, and I got into a car accident because of it."
The elevator dinged and was about to arrive at the department floor where the lame man was going.
"Then I'll be leaving now. Thank you for coming today. I've been nursing this injured leg for a long time, and only now have I finally met the requirements and been scheduled for a hospital appointment. If I had an accident after the fall, I wouldn't have been able to have the surgery." The lame man turned and said goodbye to Zhu Heng. "By the way, where do you live? I'll be healed in a few days, and then I'll come to visit you to thank you."
Zhu Heng wanted to refuse, but he always had a subtle feeling when he met the same person again and again.
Moreover, he was still on the other person's body, vaguely aware of a familiar aura.
After thinking about it, Zhu Heng reported the address of the welfare home.
"Goodbye, surgery went well," he said.
The elevator door closed, and Zhu Heng took two steps back and leaned against the elevator wall.
Staring blankly at the floor.
After he got off the bus at the Welfare Institute station, he hadn't cared about the people on the bus anymore. He should have asked about the lame man who was on the same bus with them.
However, it is expected that nothing unexpected will happen to them. I just don’t know where they are now since they didn’t get off the bus with him at the Welfare Institute station.
Of course there is also Helan Dao, who disappeared from the very beginning.
Where is he again?
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On bus No. 1634.
From Hanguo Station to Qiguo Station, everyone has experienced three complete cycles. At this moment, the bus passes through Qiguo Station again and heads to Hanguo Station, starting the fourth cycle.
Outside the car window, the fruit shop they passed by at the beginning was left far behind the car.
Xu Wenjun's eyes swept across the fruit shop sign and landed on the small TV screen in front of him.
Suddenly she turned her head again and glanced at the fruit shop that was getting farther and farther away behind the car - she hadn't paid attention to it before, but now she realized that the full name of the shop was "Qilu Fruit Shop".
She slowly turned her head back, her brows furrowed.
The owner of the Qilu Fruit Shop said that Qin Shi Huang went on strike on August 3rd, but the Chu newspaper given by the newsstand owner showed it was June 3rd...
She suddenly thought of something, raised her head, and stared at the reporting time that kept changing with the different platforms.
Found a clue.
For example, when the bus arrived at Qi Station, the time of the computer strike reported was August 3; and when the bus arrived at Chu Station, the time became June 3. As for other dates, they also corresponded to the corresponding stations.
In other words, the change in time is not random, but like a carrot and a hole, each station has a fixed corresponding time.
For people from Qi and Lu, it's August, but for people from Southern Chu, it's June, the same time they saw on the corresponding platform on this train...
When Xu Wenjun entered a state of contemplation, Tao Ran lay on the bus railing, looking listless and as if he had lost his patience.
"Sometimes it's June, sometimes July, sometimes August. Which month is it? He's dead, so what? How can there be so many different interpretations? Could it be that Qin Shi Huang died three times in a row?"
Tao Ran's complaining voice suddenly woke Xu Wenjun up.
"You're right, you're right." Xu Wenjun suddenly spoke.
Wang Kunshu and Xie Shen exchanged glances and looked at Xu Wenjun.
"There's really only one confirmed date for Qin Shi Huang's death," Xu Wenjun said, the light in her eyes growing brighter and brighter as she spoke, finally blazing to a frightening degree. "Remember those inconsistent newspaper texts, varying weighing methods, and the cumbersome currency types we saw before boarding this train? I think the reason we're stuck on this train endlessly is because the world isn't unified right now. Qin's conquest of the six kingdoms wasn't the end; what's more important is the unification of writing, wheels, and weights and measures, bringing about true unification under heaven."
Wang Kunshu immediately thought of something: "So, time is also a factor?"
"That's right," Xu Wenjun nodded. "To us, these dates all refer to different dates, so we're baffled. However, to the people of different origins in the six nations, this is simply due to a lack of unified calendars, leading to different interpretations. But in reality, they all know that June 3rd, July 3rd, and August 3rd all refer to the same day."
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While everyone was brainstorming rapidly, the inpatient elevator had arrived at the floor where the old dean was.
Zhu Heng came out of the elevator, smoothed his hair, and zipped up his coat to the top, covering the lower half of his face.
He walked past the old dean's ward with his head lowered. He heard rustling noises coming from inside. Without looking at Zhu Heng, he knew that it was the sound of his past self putting away his schoolbag and packing up his things.
Zhu Heng walked without stopping as he passed by the ward.
I didn't dare get too close. If I turned my gaze in the ward, I would be able to see him standing at the door, having grown up a few years later.
So he could only hide far away in the crowd, quietly keep his sight out of the way, and secretly watch everything that happened in the ward without being noticed by his past self.
The ward was very quiet.
Facing the young Zhu Heng, the old man looked gentle again, relying on the young man like a child, completely different from the restlessness he had during the day.
After looking for a while, Zhu Heng closed his eyes and began to sort out the current timeline.
It is now July 6, 883. He took care of the old man for one night and took the bus back to school for class the next day.
Then, on July 7, after class, he took a bus to the hospital. He first sent messages to the old man's three children to curse them, and then accompanied the old man to watch old TV series all night. In the early morning of July 8, in order to better take care of the old man, he left the hospital and returned to school to go through the leave of absence procedures, canceled the lease of the house outside, and went to his boss at his job to settle his salary. It took him two days to go there and back.
However, during the two days he was away, the old director was discharged by his children and taken back to the welfare home.
Finally, he could not withstand the torture and died on July 9, 883.
So, Zhu Heng opened his eyes.
During these few days, he will be guarding the door of the ward.
If Buddha stands in your way, kill him.
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Helandao followed the current director back to the welfare home.
The little girl was a little sleepy after the bumpy ride, but the current dean was not going to let her go and sent her back to her room to continue doing her homework: "Do it well. I'll come check before you go to bed tonight."
The little girl could only muster up her courage and do as the dean said.
As soon as she left, the current dean looked at Helan Dao and said, "If you don't have anywhere to go tonight, stay here for a few days."
Helan Dao raised an eyebrow.
The current dean glanced at him and said, "How old was Xiaoheng in the photo you showed me?"
Strictly speaking, it was not a photo, but a portrait printed out based on the memory data extracted from Helan Dao's brain, which was Zhu Heng's current appearance.
However, Helan Dao did not correct him. He replied, "Twenty-four."
“It’s already this big…”
"What's the problem?"
The current dean smiled with emotion and said, "No, I just feel that time flies by so fast. I was such a little kid, but in the blink of an eye, I have become an adult."
Helan Dao said nothing.
"How did you find our welfare home?" the current director asked him.
He Landao hesitated for a second, but decided to tell the truth: "I have read his diary and learned it from it."
"He didn't say anything bad about our welfare home, did he?" the director laughed.
Helan Dao shook his head.
"So you came here suddenly, is it because something happened to Xiaoheng now?" the current dean asked again.
"No, he's fine." Helan Dao said without hesitation, but he didn't lie.
The system has not issued any warnings so far, which means that neither Zhu Heng nor Xu Wenjun are in danger of life at the moment.
"Then what is your relationship with him? Why are you curious about his background? Are you a friend?" The dean looked at him.
Friends?
Helan Dao raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Not really.
"I'm his future boss, and I'm here to do a background check." He Landao made up an excuse.
For some reason, after Helandao said this, he saw a flash of relief on the face of the current dean.
Before I could reflect, I heard the current dean say softly, "Ever since the dean who raised Xiaoheng died in a car accident, he's been having trouble getting over it. Now it seems like he's doing pretty well."
"Car accident?" He Landao looked at her. "Didn't the director of the orphanage die after being discharged from the hospital before he recovered from his illness and didn't get enough rest after returning to the orphanage?"
The current dean gave Helan Dao a meaningful look and said, "Yes, you are right. That was how the previous dean left. I just wanted to test whether you were telling the truth or not. Please don't blame me."
She looked at the sky and said, "I'll prepare a place for you to stay. You can rest for the night."
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A night passed.
Zhu Heng couldn't sleep the whole night.
There was a very slight noise coming from the ward. The young Zhu Heng prepared breakfast and placed it at the old man's bedside, then put on his schoolbag and prepared to go to school.
After taking care of the old dean for a whole night, he was exhausted and didn't notice the other self in the corridor at all. He just wanted to get on the bus and catch up on half an hour of sleep.
Zhu Heng watched his past self leave. When he could no longer see his back, he immediately stood up and walked into the ward.
Inside the house, the old man slowly opened his eyes.
When he saw the person coming, the friendliness on the old man's face slowly disappeared, replaced by an indifferent expression.
It seemed that all her smiles were reserved for Zhu Heng, a young boy who was still a student six years ago.
"What day is it today?" the old man asked him coldly.
"July 7th." Zhu Heng picked up the breakfast on the bedside table and planned to feed the old man.
When he heard the date, the old man's expression relaxed a little and his tone became less harsh.
Zhu Heng scooped up the porridge with a spoon and handed it to the old man's mouth.
The old dean suddenly looked at Zhu Heng and said to him, "I want to be discharged."
Zhu Heng paused in mid-air, his knuckles holding the bowl turning pale for a moment: "You can't be discharged from the hospital. It's not time yet."
The old man pursed his lips tightly and did not open his mouth.
Zhu Heng lowered his eyes, scooped another spoonful of porridge, and continued to pass it over: "Eat first, and we'll discuss it after you finish."
"I'll eat it if you let me out of the hospital." The old man was very stubborn and was angry with him.
Zhu Heng put down the bowl.
Being discharged from the hospital would mean death, and he would never allow that.
He sat on a round stool, leaned back against the wall behind him, and just stared at the old dean.
There were two people in the ward, one sitting and the other lying, in a stalemate.
They were deadlocked for the entire day.
There was no outsider in the ward except Zhu Heng.
It was not until the evening that the young boy Zhu Heng arrived late with his schoolbag on his back. Zhu Heng immediately got up and left the ward.
The reason why he dared to confront the old man like this was simply because he knew that the old man would definitely eat the food he brought with him at night.
As long as he doesn't agree to take the old man out of the hospital, he will definitely win.
But when he left the ward and came to the stairwell alone, he hid in the half-light and half-dark shadows, and suddenly felt an indescribable emotion, like a fate that he had nowhere to escape.
He staggered, held on to the handrail, and sat down on the stairs.
turn out to be……
turn out to be.
It was he who caused the old man to go hungry for a whole day.
This turned out to be the cause he had sown.
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