Chapter 121
"Because none of us had blood clotting problems before, we left the medicine for him to take and didn't collect it."
Lu Jiamu nodded: "Then I'll go get it from him."
"It's too late for you to grab the medicine today, and it won't look good if you go to the front carriage too early. Go later and get it tomorrow."
After the bishop finished speaking, he began to describe the doctor's appearance and clothing to Lu Jiamu.
As he was talking, he became so excited that he was afraid that verbal description was not enough, so he even picked up a pen and paper and started drawing.
These people are all old people who have lived in the jars for more than a hundred years. Over the long years, they have learned and mastered many skills from each other. Of course, what they draw is not a stick figure or the like, but a sketch that looks quite realistic.
Due to lack of sufficient supplies, Yu Leng died again before the rest period was over.
The passengers were unable to diagnose what was wrong with him simply by looking and touching him.
At seven o'clock in the morning, Lu Jiamu, who had obtained enough information, set off.
According to the bishop, seven hours was enough time for the resurrected psychopathic passengers to kill each other.
Lu Jiamu took a hammer, walked to the front carriage alone, and closed the door.
Because the train runs in a loop, after passing a few carriages, you gradually lose sight of the carriages behind.
After walking for a while, he saw several people covered in blood lying on the seats on both sides of the train.
When Lu Jiamu approached, they opened their eyes and looked at him, but they also looked listless.
Lu Jiamu glanced at their faces and saw that none of them were the doctor, so he quickened his pace, not wanting to have a conflict with them.
Going further, the lights in the carriage had been smashed, flickering, and even completely extinguished. It was pitch black outside the carriage, and without the lights, nothing could be seen.
Fortunately, the bishop had anticipated this and gave him a flashlight in advance.
Lu Jiamu turned on the flashlight and walked into the area which was completely dark.
There were already a few dead bodies in the carriage. Lu Jiamu squatted beside the bodies and observed them carefully.
No one knew what killed these people, but their heads were smashed and their faces were deformed, so we could only roughly see their appearance.
Lu Jiamu could only feel the corpse back and forth with his hands.
The pockets of several bodies were empty. No one knew whether they were empty originally or if they were emptied by someone after death.
The diary in Lu Jiamu's pocket opened and closed several times, as if deliberately trying to attract his attention.
After Lu Jiamu touched the corpse, he lowered his head and took a look.
On the cover is written: [This is just deceiving oneself. What's the point of finding it? He will die anyway.]
[Even in the hospital, he can't be saved, let alone in a broken car?]
[If you really feel sorry for him, just get rid of him at the beginning of the daily cycle, so that you can save a few hours of suffering. It's not just me who thinks so, all the passengers think so, but they don't say it out loud for fear of offending you.]
Lu Jiamu replied perfunctorily: "What you said makes sense."
The diary paused for a moment, then repeated meaninglessly: [What I said makes sense...]
Then it continued to ask: [You feel the same way, but you don't do it or say it. Is it not because you feel sorry for him, but because you simply think this is the best for everyone's mentality? You just want to stabilize your companions. After all, this is an act that harms friends.]
Lu Jiamu asked back: "Then what can I do?"
[It’s good that you think this way, haha. After all, some people may look tough on the outside, but they’re actually fragile inside. It’s best for you if she doesn’t break.]
Lu Jiamu was just about to say something to chat with it when he keenly sensed a very light sound of footsteps and a change in the airflow.
Something came over while his attention was on the corpse and the diary.
He immediately raised the flashlight and shone it directly at the place where this car was connected to the next car.
A person was immediately spotted holding an iron plate, tiptoeing towards him. It was obvious that he had no good intentions. The person was suddenly illuminated by the light and stepped back repeatedly.
Lu Jiamu saw the board in his hand at a glance, rushed towards him immediately, and kicked him to the ground.
Although the passengers on this train have lived for a long time, it is difficult for them to develop mature skills. No one has mastered the skills that no one has mastered before boarding the train.
Their usual fights and killings are nothing more than a fight between weaklings; the winner is simply a matter of who is weaker.
The man holding the iron plate was stunned by such a skillful attack.
Lu Jiamu had already grabbed the iron plate.
Looking closer, I found that the iron plate was actually the board of a scooter, which had been dismantled and used as a weapon. The light in the car was most likely damaged by this board.
No wonder it has a frosted texture when viewed from a distance.
Only with this board can you be truly invincible on the train.
Lu Jiamu grabbed the board and continued walking forward with a flashlight.
He fumbled around on the train for most of the day, and it was almost dawn when he finally returned to the last carriage with a small box of medicine and a board.
The passengers in the last carriage had finished a whole day's activities and saw that he had returned safely and brought new items, so they all welcomed him with warm smiles.
He was dressed in black, and even if he was dirty, it was hard to tell, but he had a not very pleasant smell.
Coleman asked, "How's it going up front?"
Lu Jiamu shook his head: "It's similar to what the bishop said, not very good."
He said that without wanting to describe any more details, and walked to Yu Leng's body and stood guard over it.
When it was just a few seconds before midnight, a bright spot appeared again diagonally in front of us.
After a few seconds, the carriage started a new cycle again.
The stains and smell on Lu Jiamu's body disappeared, and Yu Leng came back to life and began to breathe with difficulty. Blood began to flow out of his mouth and nose again.
Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Lu Jiamu pried open Yu Leng's mouth, stuffed the pill directly into his mouth, forced him to swallow it, and then watched him from the side.
Maybe the medicine worked wonders but the effect was limited, or maybe it simply had no effect at all, and Yu Leng's bleeding condition did not show any obvious improvement.
After lingering on for a few hours, Yu Leng died again.
Coleman looked at them, and the glimmer of hope in his eyes finally turned into despair.
This is not a hospital and there are no medical facilities. The best they have is a small box of hemostatic tablets.
He will die today, and he will surely die tomorrow just as he did today.
A train that keeps restarting may be the best environment for Yu Leng. It is perfect. He will never really die on this train.
But it may also be the cruelest thing for him, because his condition cannot improve, his initial state remains at the moment he gets on the bus, and he can only repeat death over and over again.
The bishop rubbed his hands and suggested carefully: "It seems that there is nothing we can do. Maybe... well, peace and happiness is the best thing for him."
The three of them all knew that he meant to get rid of Yu Leng at the moment when he restarted every day, so as not to let him struggle in vain for several hours.
But to kill him is to murder a companion, although here there is a chance to revive every day, so it is not really murder. Not to kill him is to watch a companion suffer because of one's inaction.
Coleman was silent for a moment.
Lu Jiamu coughed lightly: "Don't worry, I can solve this problem by myself. I will take good care of him, don't worry."
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