Qin Xin stood in front of the train station late at night, his eyes getting deeper.

At about 12 o'clock, the entire Qingcheng will be sealed and all traffic will be interrupted. If she doesn't leave now, she will be trapped in this plague city.

Just now, she was immersed in the sadness of separation from her master. She didn't pay much attention to the scenery of Qingcheng and the people on the roadside.

At this moment, she looked around in confusion and found that everyone was running hurriedly towards the train station, fearing that they would not be able to catch the last train.

The cars on the road were also crowded together, honking their horns desperately.

On the side of the road, an elderly couple supported each other and moved their steps with difficulty. Their goal was to the tourist bus ahead.

Although I don’t know where the car is heading, as long as it is not the city.

However, their pace was too slow. Before they could reach the station, the two of them felt weak and fell on the side of the road together, and they could never get up again.

A young couple, the man was holding the child, the woman looked upset, dragging her luggage and coughing non-stop on the side of the road: "Husband, I can't walk anymore, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep, my eyelids can't open..."

One of the fatal symptoms of plague is lethargy.

Died unconsciously in my sleep.

The young man didn't say anything and pulled the luggage in the woman's hand.

Just when Qin Xin thought that men were taking on heavier responsibilities and reducing the burden on women.

I saw the young man holding the child and dragging his luggage, squeezed into a long-distance bus, and threw the woman alone on the side of the road.

Fortunately, an ambulance passed by and caught the old couple and the woman just now.

The coachman sighed behind Qin Xin: "I heard that the ambulance now has to turn around and drive to the funeral home before it can be driven to the hospital."

This strange disease has a high mortality rate and cannot be rescued at all.

If the person is already dead, of course there is no need to rescue him, and he must be sent to the funeral home for cremation as soon as possible to avoid infecting more people.

Qin Xin looked at the people who were falling down around him and felt like he had entered a world that only existed in a game - death was like a keyboard button pressed by the gods, so willful.

Caught off guard and unreasonable.

"Let's go quickly, Miss Qin, you don't have much time, there are still ten minutes left." The coachman thanked her generosity and kept reminding her.

However.

Qin Xin turned her head and stepped onto his car again: "Please take me back to the village."

The coachman was stunned in an instant: "Ha???"

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Bamboo forest courtyard.

The man opened his eyes while closing his eyes and pondering for a long time.

His arm slowly moved towards the windowsill.

Pick up that little gift box.

When I opened it, there was a black men's wallet lying inside.

The best calfskin, the most exquisite handicraft, is a unique gift in the world.

His solemn lip line finally curled up slightly, and he stroked his long fingers on the wallet for a moment, putting the wallet close to his body.

Then, he supported himself and moved off the bamboo couch.

There is a pair of mechanical knee pads beside the bamboo couch.

He slowly put his knee pads on and walked down.

The courtyard was dark. The man was wearing a wide white robe, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the starry sky, as if observing a star far away.

One o'clock in the morning.

She should have slept like a pig on the train.

At this moment, a crisp sound of small leather boots knocking on the ground sounded from a distance.

The yard door: "Cruff--" was opened.
Chapter completed!