In a dark corner of the house that was not illuminated by the kitchen fire, a wooden chair was overturned.
The tired figure sat between the two wooden legs that were stretched horizontally, using the wooden legs to support the weight so as not to fall into the smelly excrement and vomit.
The sound of painful breathing echoed in the darkness and continued. At a certain moment, a rustling sound was heard, and a deep figure swayed away from the wooden chair and approached the firelight, which reflected Lu Li's pale and weak face.
The abdominal cramps continued, but Lu Li didn't wait any longer on the simple toilet because there was nothing he could expel from his body.
He is already dehydrated.
The abandoned wooden bowl was once again filled with distilled water. The water that was almost clear and exuded kerosene was poison and the source of evil. Like the sea water, the more you drink, the deeper you fall into the irreversible abyss. Even if you look at it, you will be horrified.
A feeling of nausea gripped my mind.
Lu Li could only get a negligible amount of heat by leaning against the stove, and the pain in his body gradually emerged as he rested.
The filth-stained palms are burning like fire due to infection, the arms are swelling and paining rhythmically with the beating of the heart, invisible insects are gnawing at the stomach and intestines, and the dehydration makes every movement of the dry eyes feel like needles piercing the brain.
Lu Li needed water, needed medicine to cure diarrhea, and needed air that was no longer turbid.
He pushed his body like a rusty machine to get up, holding on to the wall and walking into the room filled with stench.
Peng Peng Peng Peng Peng!
The rotten wooden boards inlaid with nails were pushed open with great effort, and a cool breeze flowed into the gaps.
When Lu Li woke up slightly, he noticed that the streets outside were no longer dark.
It's already early morning.
The deep sleep and subsequent painful experience lasted longer than expected.
The funny thing is that there were no strange visitors throughout the night, but Lu Li was still seriously injured.
Lu Li stood by the window, accepting the breeze and the cold light, and used the brief moment of clarity to think about how to save himself.
Get clean water, or find medicine.
Sewage accumulates in ditches along the street, but it is not much different from kerosene water. I don’t know how long it has been accumulated. Even after distillation, it cannot make the body weak, waiting for the invasion of germs to get better.
The most direct way was to get water from the seaside, but Lu Li confirmed that his current depleted body would not be able to support him in getting water back, even to the coast.
The thoughts that could not be condensed due to the pain gradually dispersed. After accidentally picking the fruit, Lu Li remembered that there was a civilian clinic in Sailor Street.
There might still be medicine there, but even if not, some medical supplies would allow Lu Li to clean his wounds.
If my memory serves me right, the clinic is only half a street away from here.
Suppressing the strong desire to fall to the ground and sleep for a long time, Lu Li would go to the kitchen and throw the wet wood and coal piled next to the stove into the stove to ensure that they could burn until noon. Then he would return to the window and remove the wooden boards one by one, swollen and burning.
Holding the window with his palm, he stepped out slowly like an old man. When he retracted his left leg from the room, he bumped against the window sill and fell to the ground dully.
Lu Li was okay and sobered up a bit.
When my face left the cold bluestone road, there was a faint stinging pain, maybe the skin was broken.
Ignoring the minor scratches, Lu Li walked slowly along his memory.
A thin and slovenly man staggered down the dead street, holding on to the wall.
The fierce gust of wind swept away the dust, and Lu Li stayed temporarily, waiting for the gust of wind carrying cold moisture to leave.
Maybe it's rain clouds, maybe it's just dawn and the dark clouds are darker than yesterday.
A few minutes later, Lu Li stopped at the location in his memory. The old weather vane, the fallen eaves, the crookedly bound wooden boards and the wooden door leaning on the door frame could not be found to be the characteristics of the clinic, but peeking in through the gaps in the wooden boards, you could see the lake.
Silhouette of hospital bed, mannequin and faded medicine chest.
There is indeed a clinic here.
Peng
The door panel fell into the dark room together with Lu Li, who was almost exhausted. The rotten door panel sank into the ankle-deep water. The cold water made the drowsy Lu Li breathe quickly like a stress, and also made the drowsy consciousness clear.
Lu Li raised his head to avoid choking on the water. He pressed his palms against the wooden board and climbed up with the dripping water. The ripples spread from underneath him.
Blah blah blah
The stagnant water left nothing on the first floor. Before being swallowed up by the cold and fatigue, Lu Li walked up the steps to the upper floor, dripping with stagnant water.
However, the wooden steps had long since rotted due to moisture. The second step could not support the weight, and his calf sank into the hole. Lu Li grabbed the swaying handrail to prevent him from falling.
Pulling out the calf that had not entered the steps, the trouser legs piled up on the crook of the leg, and the soft skin soaked in water had several bloody wounds scratched by the wood stubble.
Unsure if the smell of blood would attract anything, Lu Li did not stop to deal with any of the numerous injuries, and continued upward to the relatively dry upstairs.
Lu Li stepped on the creaking wooden boards, passed the wards on both sides of the corridor, and pushed open the unlocked door at the end of the corridor.
The abandoned rotten desk and bookcase in the corner could indicate that this was an office. Lu Li saw medicine boxes hanging on the wall of the break room deep in the office.
There are some medicines placed in the glass window of the medicine box.
He buried himself in the office, but when he landed, Lu Li retracted the soles of his feet, leaving a circle of sunken and dry footprints where he had previously stepped. Lu Li avoided the center of the room, where water dripped but left dry footprints, and entered along the edge wall.
bedroom,
He grabbed the sharp stone from his pocket and smashed the glass, then took out the soaked medicine box inside with trembling hands.
Fortunately the pills wrapped in plastic were intact.
There are four kinds of medicines in total, none of them have names, but they should be commonly used medicines in the medicine box. I hope that the medicines among them will have anti-inflammatory and anti-diarrheal effects, so I take out a piece of each and pour it into my mouth, and swallow these bitter pills with difficulty in secreting saliva.
It got stuck in the throat again.
Lu Li clenched the corners of his clothes tightly, then raised his head to let the remaining water on his hands fall into his moist and dry mouth, and swallowed the pills.
Suppressing the desire for moisture, Lu Li continued to look for useful things in the room, preferably a glass of clean water.
Inadvertently turning his attention to the dusty dressing mirror, Lu Li suddenly stopped and stretched out his hand to wipe the dust.
The clearer mirror reveals a face that has gone through many changes. The stubble is unkempt, the gravel is still embedded in the face, the bruised aquiline nose, the bloodshot blue eyes sunken into the eye sockets, and the dark brown eyes sticking to the scalp.
Short hair.
That's not his face.
Lu Li lowered his head stiffly and spread out his palms. There was a silver ring on the middle finger of his skinny and bony palm.
This is not his hand either...
"Who are you……"
Looking at himself in the mirror, he whispered, his voice was obscure, weak, hoarse...and unfamiliar.
Fatigue and sleepiness swept over him. He tried to hold on to something, but he only pulled open the drawer and let the books inside fall out. They fell with him and fell into the first floor with the collapsed floor.
Lu Li fell into the stagnant water, and the books were soaked with him. In his hazy consciousness, the words in Mohu seemed to come to life.
It was the deep love between a ghost girl named Anna and an exorcist named Lu Li.
Memories of the past gradually fade away and merge with books.
It seemed as if everything was just the imagination of a stranger named Lu Li when he was lonely and desperate.
Or it may just be the conjecture of a confused person who thinks he is Lu Li when he is lonely and desperate.
