The pair of eyes seemed to have an impact. Zhou Haorui had to look away after a glance, his heart almost palpitating.
"Dr. George Ray, are you … are you the crow …" Old Jiang said in shock.
"I think it is." Yangliu Qingqing made a judgment. "Crow, the 'plague is coming' you mentioned, is it here?"
Zhou Haorui understood what she meant. The plague that had tortured him for twenty days, was it referring to the Black Death that had ravaged the Middle Ages? Looking around, the cramped and dirty half-underground alley, the messy shouts, the huts with their doors and windows sealed, and the stench of corpses permeated the air …
The discomfort at the moment and the torment of the past twenty days surged in his heart.
"Are these all training for us …" Zhou Haorui asked the crow, still very confused. "To increase our strength?"
Dr. George Ray did not speak, but strode down the alley.
"Do we really need to do that?" Zhou Haorui chased after him and asked. "We're almost going crazy."
"Pay up …" Yangliu Qingqing also chased after him. "You're telling him to increase his strength? You're telling me to increase my wealth. Pay up. "
Was it speaking in response to their desires? Was this crow really a demon that seduced their hearts?
Old Jiang was quite satisfied. He asked, "Can we go out of this alley and see the city?"
"Questions, questions, you're all waiting for someone to tell you the answer." The figure finally spoke. "There won't always be someone to tell you, and what they tell you may not be the truth. Some questions can only be solved by yourself, and maybe you'll never be able to figure it out. Then learn to walk in the fog. "
"But …" Zhou Haorui was about to say something, but he could not help but stop. The crow's words were thought-provoking.
"Then let's each ask a question. Is that fair enough?" Yangliu Qingqing said. "I'll go first. What is this place? Have we traveled through time? "
"These are two questions. People who are bad at math can't make a lot of money. And you won't know the answer to these two questions because mortals can't really understand time and space. You can only know that ordinary people can't reach here in their mental state. Madness is one way to see the truth, but not the only way. "
As the bird-beaked doctor spoke, he stopped outside another room. There was also a piece of white paper hanging out of the window at the foot of the wall. There was a patient inside.
"This place is just like a baby's cradle." "You will not always come here every night, and the crow will not always guide you."
The birdbeak doctor raised his right hand and knocked on the window. Clack clack …
As soon as the sound of knocking on the window rang out, Zhou Haorui suddenly felt his surroundings distort. Countless lights and shadows rushed out from the window at the foot of the wall, drowning the place.
His head was splitting in pain and his legs were wobbling. He couldn't resist this power at all, just like how he couldn't resist the eye sockets just now.
All of a sudden, all the distortions disappeared, and the scene in front of Zhou Haorui froze again. He saw that it was still night, and he was still in the alley of Spring Water Street. Old Jiang, Yangliu, and Qingqing were beside him. The three of them were leaning against the wall and panting heavily. They were still wearing the same clothes as before, without the leather robes and bird's beak masks.
"We're back?" Old Jiang looked around and seemed a little disappointed.
"We didn't leave at all …" Yangliu Qingqing looked at the watch on her left wrist. "It's only been half an hour. That might just be an illusion …"
Was it just an illusion? What happened just now was all fake? Zhou Haorui didn't know if he should feel a sense of loss or rejoice. Perhaps both.
At the same time, he looked at the pitch-black night sky and felt that he was a little different …
"Do you feel …" Zhou Haorui pressed down on his head. His scalp that had been taut for so many days relaxed a lot. "Does your head feel better? It doesn't hurt as much and tight anymore? "
"Yes, it feels much better." Old Jiang rubbed his head and immediately said happily, "Previously, I could barely open my eyes. Now, my eyelids don't feel so tired."
Find the answer myself … Zhou Haorui pondered as he looked down at the crow mark on his right wrist. He felt that the lines of the mark had become thicker, and the color had deepened …
"It seems like our mental strength has really increased?" He made a guess based on his half-baked mysticism knowledge. "For the past twenty days, the crow has been polishing the quality of our mental strength? Improving our talent and aptitude? … The illusion tonight is a further step of training? "
The more he felt, the more different feelings appeared in his mind, and the bulge on the back of his shoulder became firmer …
It was really a strange feeling, like he was growing a pair of wings.
This made Zhou Haorui a little excited. He could not get into Phecda University because of his lack of talent, but now …
"Whether that crow is a demon or not, we have become its believers …" He continued. His excitement decreased, and his heart felt uneasy. Was that crow good or bad? "Also, the crow mentioned 'crows'. There should be other people like us, but they just haven't persevered, or they haven't reached our level."
"That sounds like it. Zhou Mo, you're right." Old Jiang nodded in agreement. "Crow believers, huh."
Yangliu Qingqing did not participate in this conversation. She was looking at something on her phone when she suddenly sighed. "The gold is gone. Doctor George Lei didn't even get it himself."
"What?" Zhou Haorui asked.
"The place we were at earlier is Mary King's Close in Edinburgh, Scotland, England. You can search for it yourself."
Yangliu Qingqing asked them to search, and then she said, "Let's go.
"In the summer of 1645, the Black Death broke out in Scotland. In the end, a quarter of the local population died. At its worst, Edinburgh only had 60 people left to protect the city. Initially, the first plague doctor, John Paulitious, fought the epidemic but he himself died. Then came the second plague doctor, George Rae. George Rae was more successful than John Paulitious. He cured many people. At the time, Mary King's Close had more than 500 residents, many of them were saved by him. The treatment method he used was like what we saw earlier. He sliced off the infected skin and then used a soldering iron to cauterize the wound.
Initially, the council did not expect these plague doctors to survive the epidemic. Therefore, they promised a lot of money. When George Rae went to collect the money, the council was shocked and went back on their word. George Rae fought for the money for 10 years, died, and in the end, he still didn't get the money. "
Yangliu Qingqing sighed. "Looks like I can forget about getting the gold, what a demon …"
As Zhou Haorui and Old Jiang listened, they took out their phones and started to search online.
Mary King's Close …
After nearly 300 years, it was now a famous scenic spot. It was a thrilling place for many tourists …
It was said that it was often haunted. Many souls had died from the plague, especially a 10-year-old girl named Annie …
In the dark night, Zhou Haorui looked at some pictures of Mary King's Close on his phone screen. The narrow and dilapidated place that remained made his hair stand on end.
Was that just an illusion? No, it wasn't just an illusion.
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