67 Skin 9 || Traces that will spread
A thick layer of dark clouds gathered in the sky, making the room stuffy. After Yan Shuang woke up, she stood in front of the glass door for a while.
Through the gate, he saw the old locust tree outside the house swaying left and right in the wind. In the faint light, the dense branches were like a pair of waving hands floating in the air.
"I really hate rainy days. It's so wet and uncomfortable." Jing Ning stood in front of the door with him and said lazily.
"Yeah." Yan Shuang's forehead was covered with beads of sweat. He took off his coat, grasped the door handle, and pushed hard on the door. There was no response. "There's not even a window in here."
"Why is my hand allergic too?" Su Xiaoyue screamed from the back. "I shouldn't have slept in that bed last night. I don't know how many people have slept on it. It's so disgusting."
The people with her didn't know what to do. Weiwei comforted her, "Go wash again. It seems there is no medicine here."
Yan Shuang looked back at her, strode over, and acted very sincerely, "Would it be convenient for me to take a look?"
Su Xiaoyue hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Wait a moment."
Then, with the help of Weiwei, he struggled to roll up the sleeves of his arms.
The light was too dim for Yan Shuang to see clearly, so Jing Ning turned on the flashlight without him saying anything.
Under the white light, dense red rashes appeared on Su Xiaoyue's originally slender arms, one next to the other, without a single piece of intact skin. This sight almost made Yan Shuang suffer from claustrophobia.
Each of the red rashes was crystal clear, and some had been scratched by her, with blood and skin tissue mixed together.
"Ah! Why is it suddenly so serious? There were only a few of them in the morning." Weiwei gasped, her face turned pale, and she stepped back repeatedly.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Su Xiaoyue struggled to raise her arms, but her clothes restrained her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move. She could only ask in frustration, "What's wrong with me? Speak! What do you mean?"
At this time, the others were also awakened by the noise and gathered around.
Yan Shuang silently gave up her seat to Lin Haichen and took advantage of the chaos to pull the sleepy Ye Jingan over. "Look now, has the mark on her face changed?"
Ye Jingan chose a good observation position, "Oh my god——"
"If there's any change, just say it. Don't use interjections." Yan Shuang looked at the silent crowd and added, "Compare carefully. You are the hope of our entire village."
Ye Jingan's face turned pale. "No need to compare. My whole face is covered with it, even my neck."
"So fast?" Yan Shuang was shocked. "Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"
Ye Jingan whispered, "How could I be wrong? She was the one glowing red in the crowd."
"Then look at your face," Yan Shuang urged. "Don't you have any rashes?"
First, the red marks on her face appeared as soon as she got out of the elevator, and then the rash started after breakfast. Five hours later, the rash had already covered both of Su Xiaoyue's hands, and the red marks had spread. So, is there a symbiotic relationship between the two?
"Still a handsome face." Ye Jing'an sighed at the phone screen.
Yan Shuang glared at this guy.
Ye Jingan then said, "No."
"Really?" Yan Shuang asked back. He was afraid that Ye Jingan was lying to him in order not to make him worry.
"Why would I lie to you? I don't want to die yet. Besides, if I die, who will provide you with this clue? Wouldn't that push you all into a dead end? I guarantee it with my personality." Ye Jingan said sincerely.
Yan Shuang was still worried and warned, "If you feel anything wrong, you must tell me. This is not the real world, there is no such thing as sensitive nerves."
Suddenly, a strange sound was heard over there. Yan Shuang listened carefully and found that it was actually Su Xiaoyue crying.
Yan Shuang turned around and walked over there first, and Ye Jingan followed closely. He was fine just now, why did he suddenly lose control of his emotions?
Weiwei sat on the ground, her eyes red and her expression full of fear.
Everyone was silent.
Su Xiaoyue's clothes were torn by herself and hung in a mess. Her slightly curly hair was tangled up in a ball. She seemed to be in a great shock and was trembling. Yan Shuang took out a pack of tissues from her bag and handed it to her.
"How could I become like this? Isn't it disgusting? How can I face my fans? Am I going to die?" Su Xiaoyue cried as if she had a premonition. "I want to go home."
Yan Shuang frowned and looked at her, "You can go back in a few days."
Su Xiaoyue wiped her tears with a piece of paper, raised her head, and placed her last hope on Yan Shuang, "Really?"
Yan Shuang looked into her desperate eyes and couldn't bear to say anything harsh. "Be strong and don't give up easily. Every one of us here is playing a game with ourselves every moment."
After Su Xiaoyue calmed down a bit, she handed her phone to Yan Shuang and said, "If I really die, can you help me take this back to my family? The password is my birthday, please."
Yan Shuang looked at the cold iron block, which seemed more like a hot potato. He hesitated for a moment, then took it and said, "I'll return it to you when I get out."
Su Xiaoyue smiled with peace of mind, "Okay."
Su Xiaoyue frowned as the broken skin on her arm burned with pain. She didn't want to touch it with her fingers; it was too disgusting. But without external help, the rash grew increasingly itchy as if it had a life of its own. She could only pinch the skin on her thigh to distract herself from the pain.
"Have some sleep, we'll find some medicine for you." Lin Haichen squatted behind her, lowered his voice, found the acupuncture point with his fingers and pinched it, and Su Xiaoyue fell into coma instantly.
"I remember there was some iodine in my office on the fourth floor," Lin Haichen said. "There should be other medicines in other rooms. I have to go up and look for them."
"Let's go." Yan Shuang agreed.
Drugs aren't always effective. Even a panacea wouldn't help. Now it's Su Xiaoyue, and there will definitely be another one, and another one, and more drugs will be found. Even if there's only a one in a billion chance that the drug will work, we have to try.
"We need to leave a few people to take care of her," said Lin Haichen.
"Whoever wants to take care of it, let them. Whoever knows if this thing is contagious." One of the girls said, then pulled another girl next to her, "Xiaoru, let's go."
Weiwei, Paopao and the other two were still hesitating, but when they heard this, they immediately moved away from Su Xiaoyue.
"If it's contagious, it can be transmitted through the air. We've been together for so long, we should have been infected a long time ago." Lin Haichen said angrily.
Yan Shuang originally wanted to go up and find an opportunity to tell Lin Haichen about the marks on their faces, but now it seemed that he was the only one left, and there would be no change for the time being, so he could only find another opportunity later.
"Let's stay here," Xu Yaoyu said, holding Tian Yiyi's hand. "It's not safe for newcomers to stay. Although we haven't played many games together, at least we have played a few games, and I'm almost starting to have a traumatic experience with the fourth floor."
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