The plague is coming, the plague is coming …
Before the night completely fell, the desolate voice rang in Zhou Haorui's mind again, and every nerve began to be tortured. It was already the 19th of April, the twentieth day, and there was still no sign of the crow. He had indeed reached the border of insanity.
Starting from the thirteenth night, while the desolate voice repeatedly appeared, there were also sporadic light and shadow fragments passing by, making it even more difficult for his mind to bear.
With each passing day, the light and shadow fragments became more numerous, more chaotic, and more realistic. He seemed to see many indescribable strange scenes.
But every time he tried to capture a bit of it, even if it was just a light fragment, he would instantly have a splitting headache, and all the muscles in his body were almost stiff …
Until now, Zhou Haorui really could not determine whether the crow was good or bad, auspicious or ominous, whether it had saved him or harmed him.
Was there no petrification disease at all, and only his steps towards insanity?
Was there no such thing as a goatee man, and what happened that night was all an illusion created by the crow?
Was it, was it, was it …
Zhou Haorui was not only suffering from the physical torture, but also the mental pressure from his anxiety, like duckweed in a storm.
Starting from the eighteenth day, he could not sleep at all. He could only toss and turn in bed. In the morning, he wanted to make up for his sleep, but even after skipping class, he still could not sleep. His brain seemed to have dried up, without any nutrients for his dreams.
Until now, it had been three consecutive days. In the dormitory, Zhou Haorui looked at himself in the fitting mirror. He had lost a lot of weight, and there were two big dark circles under his eyes.
"Haorui …" Wang Jiaqi, who was playing on the computer, looked over. "Why don't you go to the hospital?"
Wei Ziyang also looked over. They all knew about his recent insomnia, but they really could not help.
"Hmm …" Zhou Haorui slowly responded weakly, and his eyes were so dry that they looked like they were about to burst. "I'll go to the hospital tomorrow …"
Although he said that, he knew that going to the hospital was useless, unless the doctor chopped off his head.
Not only was his mind on the verge of collapse, but his entire body was also exhausted. Every muscle felt like it was dragging a large weight. Zhou Haorui walked to his bed and lay down. However, when he closed his eyes, his vision fell into darkness. The sound became more intense, and fragments of light and shadow appeared one after another.
There was no way he could rest like this …
Zhou Haorui was like a person who had been fishing by the river for 20 days. Every day, he was exposed to the scorching sun and did not drink a single drop of water. He was thirsty and hungry, and he was about to go crazy and die. When he saw the fishing line being pulled again, even though he had not been able to reel in any fish in the past, and he had even pulled himself until he was exhausted.
But on the brink of death, he still had a breath left, anger, resentment, and madness. He used all his strength to pull — to capture those light fragments.
Even if he could only see a small part of it, it was a demonstration to the crow …
It was also at this moment that a feeling that he had never felt before surged forth. Zhou Haorui suddenly saw a fragment clearly.
It was … the entrance to an old alleyway. There was a pedestrian walkway outside, and there was a street lamp. And on the wall of the building to the left of the alleyway, there was a signboard that read 'Fu Ji Tea Leaves'.
It was Spring Street! That was Spring Street!
Zhou Haorui suddenly felt refreshed, and his nerves that were about to break seemed to be nourished. He knew where that was. It was less than 300 meters away from the Da Hwa Institute of Technology. He had been there before. Of course, he had been there before. There were some snack shops there, and sometimes he would go there to eat.
The plague was coming, the plague was coming …
Zhou Haorui opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and looked in the direction of the dormitory door. He paused for a moment, then got out of bed and quickly changed into a set of clothes.
"I'm going out for a while." He hurriedly said to Wang Jiaqi and the rest, but did not say where he was going.
Spring Street, Fu Ji Tea Leaves, that alley.
After seeing that fragment clearly, he had a new feeling, as if that was the place that the crow wanted to lead him to.
After spending so many days, he finally received a new direction.
Maybe things were not like this, maybe the devil was leading him to an even deeper abyss, but he could not bear it anymore. He could not endure another night like that.
Zhou Haorui left the dormitory building. The cold wind blew against his face, almost blowing his weak body over. Every pore on his body shrank from the cold. This year's weather was really strange. It was almost May, but it was still so cold.
It was almost midnight, and there were not many people on the campus road. Zhou Haorui had learned his lesson from that day, and he tried to choose the busier and more crowded roads. Gradually, he left the Da Hwa Institute of Technology's campus area. 100 meters, 200 meters, 300 meters, he was getting closer to his destination.
The area where the Da Hwa Institute of Technology was located was in the more remote old district of Da Hwa City, and this area was not considered prosperous.
It was so late again. Zhou Haorui walked on the old street. There were very few people, and there were not many cars on the road. Most of the shops on the street were already closed. There were a few pharmacies and convenience stores that were not closed, but none of them were visited. The staff behind the counter had their heads lowered as they looked at their phones.
The street lights were getting dimmer. Fu Ji Tea Leaves was about 10 meters ahead, and Zhou Haorui could already see the old lamppost in the light fragment.
But his footsteps stopped, and his brows slightly furrowed …
Next to the lamppost, there was a middle-aged man standing there. He was about 1.7 meters tall and wore plain and old clothes. His figure and face were a little chubby, and his hairline was receding. He looked very dejected and downtrodden.
Zhou Haorui's eyes noticed another figure, leaning against the wall at the entrance of the alley. It was a young girl who looked to be a few years older than him.
The girl's appearance and clothes were quite beautiful, but she seemed to be very dispirited. The way she looked at him, it was as if she had just died …
Zhou Haorui had seen this kind of look in the mirror not long ago.
Now that he was looking at these two strangers, for a few moments, it was as if he was looking into a mirror, because of the look in their eyes.
Zhou Haorui secretly took a deep breath. Was he thinking too much? Or was there really something strange about these two people …
After a while, the two of them did not move. They should be ordinary passers-by. Zhou Haorui tentatively took a few steps forward, but the closer he got, the hotter the crow mark on his right wrist became. There was definitely something strange about it …
He stopped his footsteps again. The middle-aged man and the young girl did not leave either, as if they were waiting for something.
"Hello, hello …" Suddenly, the middle-aged man took the initiative to greet the two of them. He was a little embarrassed and shy, "Are you guys also …"
The middle-aged man raised his right hand and rolled up his sleeve. Under the dim light, there was a crow mark on his wrist.
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