Night had fallen.
The sounds of workers at work are no longer heard on the construction site, and the roar of machines has also stopped.
Only a few lights remained on in the residential buildings, and the entire city fell silent.
The door to the clinic was suddenly pushed open a crack, and a thin figure emerged from the gap.
The figure was wearing a large black raincoat, with the hood covering most of his face and a black mask covering the lower half, making it impossible to see his appearance.
Underneath the raincoat was a long shirt that almost reached her ankles, and on her feet were a pair of cloth shoes.
He was carrying several large bags, each printed with the Huimin Supermarket logo, and filled with all sorts of fast food.
His way of walking was quite peculiar. He walked quickly close to the wall, and when he encountered an intersection, he would first peek out to make sure no one was around before rushing across the road. After reaching the other side of the road, he would continue to walk close to the wall.
Every fifty meters or so, he would suddenly turn around to look behind him and then observe his surroundings.
After walking along a long, straight street, the figure suddenly turned left and stepped onto a side street.
Three seconds after the figure turned the corner, a petite figure appeared on the street, tiptoeing along the same route the figure had taken.
The path was smooth at first, but the further you walked, the more weeds grew, until finally the weeds were half a person tall.
At the end of the overgrown weeds was an abandoned house. Half of the second floor had collapsed, and the entire house was covered by ivy, making it impossible to find any doors or windows.
The figure reached into the ivy and groped around for a while, seemingly finding the doorknob. With a creak, a sliver of light emanated from behind the ivy. The figure quickly slipped inside, closed the door, and the faint light vanished into the night.
The house was pitch black inside, with the only source of light coming from the crack in the bedroom door.
The person put down the bag in their hand, took off their raincoat, and removed their mask.
With his long hair held in place by a hairpin, his meticulously groomed goatee, and his light blue robe, this man was none other than the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the clinic.
Hanging the tarpaulin on the wall, the old Chinese medicine doctor went over and turned the bedroom doorknob.
The door wasn't locked and opened easily.
The bedroom was simply furnished, with only two cots. In the center of the bedroom stood a simple wooden cabinet, on which rested a porcelain plate and a whole pack of candles.
There is nothing else besides that.
A candle was lit on the porcelain plate, the only source of light in the house.
A man whose age was hard to discern was half-lying on the cot in the innermost part of the room. He weighed over 300 pounds, and his fat made the cot creak.
His hair and beard were very long, and perhaps because they hadn't been washed for a long time, they were not only greasy but also matted into clumps, emitting a foul stench.
The man was holding an iPhone 4S. Hearing the door open, he quickly looked up and glanced at the person who had entered.
Upon discovering that the visitor was an elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor, he turned his attention back to his phone and casually said, "Dad, you're here."
The old Chinese medicine doctor was furious when he saw the man's appearance and immediately began to scold him.
"Look at the state you've become! You promised me you'd change your ways and be a better person, but is this how you change your ways?"
The man hummed twice to indicate that he had heard, and continued playing with his phone.
Perhaps this scene and dialogue had happened countless times, and the old Chinese medicine doctor was tired of it. He sighed deeply and got straight to the point.
"A couple of days ago, I met the first couple I treated when the business opened. They sounded like they had started a company and made a lot of money. They said they earned millions a month and then said they wanted a child who looked like them."
I'm not sure if he was hinting at something, but ever since that meeting, I've had a lingering unease, a feeling that disaster is about to strike.
This topic piqued the man's interest, and he finally looked away from his phone. However, what interested him was the first half of the sentence.
"Ha! With that gun that's out of bullets, he wants his child to look like his own? Maybe in his next life."
After saying that, the man reached out and grabbed the fat around his waist, causing a wave of flesh to roll and the cot to creak incessantly.
The old Chinese medicine doctor waited for a moment but didn't hear his son say anything more. He looked up at his son, who was happily playing on his phone, and the more he looked, the more unfamiliar he seemed.
How could my hardworking, humble, and ambitious son have turned out like this?
“I plan to finish this order and then move to another location. We’ve been in Haishi for seven years, which is too long.”
"Hmm, if you say so, then let's change it." The man nodded haphazardly a couple of times, clearly not very interested in the topic.
Why.
After letting out a soft sigh, the old Chinese medicine doctor carried several bags of instant food from behind the door into the bedroom, took off his long robe, and lay down on the cot near the window.
But he tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep a wink.
He recalled the seven years he had lived in Haishi, starting from the first day he arrived, but found nothing unusual in his memory.
I hope I'm just overthinking things this time.
Behind a small mound not far from the abandoned house, the short-haired boy who had been following the old doctor yawned repeatedly.
There were many mosquitoes in the desolate wilderness, but he was afraid of disturbing the people inside the house, so he endured the itching and didn't move, even though his face was covered in three or four mosquito bites.
'Why hasn't that old man come out after going in? Could he be asleep in there? What's hidden in this house that makes him always so furtive when he goes out? I managed to shake him off the last few times I followed him.'
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