Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

    I don't know what the NPCs in this world think. The children in the orphanage were afraid of life when they saw people last night. Today, they played with everyone.

    Honeysuckle is the key player in this dungeon, but he does not represent the customs clearance itself. You still have to find buttons and elevators to clear customs. Therefore, the players split up to explore the orphanage after eating.

    Lian Qiao remembered the honeysuckle flower that the little girl said last night, and carried the little honeysuckle into the yard. As soon as the sun hit him, he felt hot, and only then did he realize that the snow in the yard had melted. It seems that the early spring has arrived overnight. Although the spring is cold, it is not as cold as the deep winter.

    He didn't have time to look last night, and noticed that there were many flowers and plants in the yard, but they had not bloomed yet. He would never recognize honeysuckle if it didn't bloom, so he simply gave up exploring and sat on the swing to bask in the sun with honeysuckle.

    There are two or three people in the yard, all touching here and there, trying to find clues.

    Lian Qiao was not in such a hurry to leave here as they were, so he swayed on the swing with the little honeysuckle in his arms. Xiao Rendong was coaxed to sleep by him, and even Qiao himself was drowsy by the sun. There is a cool fragrance unique to early spring in the air, which is a little intoxicating under the thin sunlight that happens to be everywhere.

    When I was in a relaxed mood, a scolding suddenly burst out not far away.

    "Fuck!"

    Lian Qiao opened his eyes in dissatisfaction, and his first reaction was to see if the honeysuckle was frightened. Fortunately, the little honeysuckle was tightly wrapped in swaddling clothes, with a wool ball hat on his head, and his ears were blocked, so he was not frightened.

    Lian Qiao looked at the source of the sound.

    I saw a man standing at the door of Xiaoyanglou, with a scarred face. He was the one who called "Fuck".

    On the other side, Xiao Apple stood at the door of the courtyard, originally facing the direction outside the door, when she heard the sound, she turned around suddenly, her face full of shock.

    Lian Qiao walked over with the little honeysuckle: "What's going on?"

    "I don't know!" Scar's face was full of flesh, but he couldn't hide the horror in his eyes.

    In comparison, Little Apple was much calmer, walked slowly from the courtyard door and said, "There is something wrong with this courtyard. He wanted to go out just now, but he disappeared as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard door. He appeared again. It's right at the door of the house."

     Teleport?

    Lian Qiao nodded: "I hit the border of the map and was teleported back."

    Scarface: "???"

    Little Apple understood and smiled sweetly: "I was about to say it too."

    Scarface looked at Lian Qiao and at Little Apple, and couldn't help but say, "You two can still laugh? There's a ghost in this house! We're trapped!"

    Lian Qiao shrugged: "It's not the first time I've seen a ghost, what are you afraid of."

    Apple: "Indeed."

    Lian Qiao: "Besides, there are ghosts outside, why go out."

    Little Apple: "That's right."

    Scarface: "..." How about you two singing cross talk?

    Little Honeysuckle in Lian Qiao's arms suddenly woke up. The thick eyelashes like a small fan flickered a few times, and his eyes wandered between Lian Qiao and Xiao Apple. In the swaddling clothes, where even Qiao couldn't see, Ren Dong quietly clenched her little fist.

    Although he is not a cross talk lover, he still enjoys even Qiao singing double reeds with others in front of him.

    Humph! If it wasn't for my teeth...

    Little Honeysuckle licked her gums and thought depressedly: Why hasn't this tooth grown, it hurts. The gums are swollen.

    Scarface told the rest of the house about his findings. Most people are very calm, after all, they are not newcomers, so it is not so easy to make a fuss. Only then did Scarface realize that he was the most restless one in the group, and he couldn't hang on his face, and walked away with a black face.

    Everyone exchanged information and found no special clues in the bungalow. Not to mention darkrooms and institutions, not even a single ghost was seen, which was disappointing.

    "Anyway, we have to ensure that this child grows up safely." The middle-aged woman who spoke was the one who had appeared in the morning. With long hair, just call her Auntie Long Hair. The long-haired aunt came up to Xiao Rendong, "Is he teething?"

      .

    Is it really only a slash on the gums? Or take some anti-inflammatories first...

    The long-haired aunt shook her head and rejected his proposal: "What's the use of anti-inflammatory drugs, he can't grow his teeth, and he will have a fever sooner or later. I don't think so, you can find something for He grinds his teeth. Our children were like this when they were young. The baby teeth never came out, and the doctor said to cut the gums. I can't bear to give him teeth grinding cookies. "

    When Lian Qiao heard this, he hurriedly asked the dean if he had teeth grinding cookies. The dean shook his head, and Lian Qiao then remembered that it was 1993, how could raising a child be so expensive in 2020, and still grinding biscuits? It's good to have something to eat.

    Lian Qiao was depressed, but the dean said: "No molar biscuits, but shrimp sticks."

    Shrimp sticks? !

    Lian Qiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and his childhood memories were like a flood.

    Yes! He ate this too when he was a kid! The so-called shrimp strips are a kind of puffed food, not really made of shrimp meat, but just put shrimp powder, which has the umami taste of shrimp. He ate it as a snack when he was a kid.

    The texture of the shrimp strips is slightly firm and the taste is good. It's better to grind your teeth.

    Lian Qiao immediately asked the dean to ask for shrimp sticks and feed them to honeysuckle.

    Little Honeysuckle's gums were sorely swollen, not to mention that he wanted to get his teeth out early so that he could sing cross talk with Lian Qiao, so he nibbled on shrimp sticks very cooperatively. He didn't have a single tooth, so he could only grind his gums little by little. This process is a bit painful, but Honeysuckle is not afraid of pain.

    Toothache is better than brain suppuration!

    Lian Qiao held the little honeysuckle on his lap and fed him shrimp sticks one by one. Seeing that little mouth bulging and moving, Lian Qiao's heart suddenly filled with tenderness. He remembered what Ren Dong had said to him in the elevator.

    What if we had children?

    —if they had a child, he couldn't imagine how he would pet it. He will give it everything he can give, and he will watch it grow up and watch the child grow into him and Honeysuckle little by little, how happy it should be.

    If only they could have kids…

    A lot of absurd thoughts flashed in Lian Qiao's mind, many of which were illegal. But he immediately rejected himself.

    No matter how advanced the technology is, if he and Honeysuckle want to have children, a third person is bound to intervene. And he was absolutely unacceptable.

    He loves that child only because it is the continuation of his life and that of Honeysuckle. What he cherishes most will always be honeysuckle. There is no room for a third person to intervene between them.

    Don't talk about women, not even an egg!

    Lian Qiao was immersed in the thrill of being cut off from his sons and grandsons, but he failed to notice that a shrimp stick slipped from the hands of the little honeysuckle.

    The dean has already gone out. She has to wash and dry the clothes for the other children, so she is very busy. There were only Lian Qiao Rendong in the room at this time.

    Therefore, when Lian Qiao found out that something was wrong with the little honeysuckle, the little honeysuckle had turned purple, and the little hands and feet were struggling.

    Lian Qiao was shocked, and his first reaction was to touch his forehead. Surprisingly, Honeysuckle's forehead was cool and did not have a fever.

    Lian Qiao was stunned, quickly put him on the bed, and called the dean loudly. He didn't dare to leave Rendong for half a step, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only desperately call for help.

    Just as he was calling for help, Little Honeysuckle had broken free from the swaddling clothes. Chubby's hands and feet were constantly twisting in the air, and he seemed to be in extreme pain, and his little face was wrinkled. The lips are bruised, apparently in severe hypoxia.

    Lian Qiao was at a loss, almost crying, "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you, Honeysuckle, tell me!"

    "Uh...uh..." Little Honeysuckle squeezed a little breath out of her throat with difficulty. It's a pity that it doesn't make a meaningful sentence at all. Even Joe still didn't know what happened to him, only that he couldn't breathe and was about to suffocate to death.

    Why? Obviously there is no fever and no pneumonia, why is this happening?

    Lian Qiao looked around in panic, and finally found the half-pack of shrimp sticks thrown on the ground by the little honeysuckle.

    —Is there something wrong with the shrimp sticks?

    His first reaction was that the shrimp sticks were poisonous, and the dean wanted to kill the honeysuckle... But he had already tasted the honeysuckle before eating the shrimp sticks! Impossible to be poisonous!

    What's going on...

    There was a chaotic sound of footsteps on the stairs. Lian Qiao thought it was the dean who came, and looked back with anticipation, but what he saw was the group of useless teammates.

    "What's wrong with him?!" Seeing the accident of key players, everyone was very nervous. They swarmed over to ask questions.

    Lian Qiao said angrily, "Go find the dean! Find her to save people!"

    "Don't panic!" The long-haired aunt who seemed to be able to take children squeezed over, "He may have choked on something! You pat him!"

    Lian Qiao then reacted, and quickly picked up the honeysuckle and patted him on the back.

    Even Qiao was afraid that he would really suffocate if it was delayed any longer, so he couldn't care less about it at the moment, so he directly lifted the whole body upside down, and shook his legs vigorously, trying to make the stuck The contents of his throat poured out.

    The few people around also know the importance of key players, and quickly help to pat the back together.

    But no matter how hard everyone tried, Honeysuckle didn't spit out anything. His small mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to speak, but he could neither make a sound nor cough.

    Not even crying.

    He could only helplessly and instinctively twist and struggle, using all body language to say two words:

    Pain.

    The scarred face, which is strong outside and in the middle, sits directly on the ground, holding his head in a brokenheart and shouting: "It's over! He's going to die! We're going to die too!"

    Everyone did not speak, only even Joe was still trying his best to pat him on the back.

      Lian Qiao felt that something was wrong, so he quickly put him down and let him lie flat on the bed. This did not make the little honeysuckle feel much better.

    His cheeks were swollen like steamed buns, and even his little lips were swollen and raised, showing a strange color.

    That lip color… unique. The middle of the two lips is pale and swollen, but the outer circle is darker red, like a clumsy lip line.

    Lian Qiao was awakened by this strange change. He recalled a word that his mother, who was an acute and critical care specialist, had accidentally mentioned.

    —The mucous membranes of the lips are pale and edematous.

     Pale edema… Pale edema… What’s wrong?

    The surrounding noise and the pained look of Honeysuckle are hindering Lian Qiao's memory. He roared "stop arguing", then picked up the honeysuckle and rushed downstairs.

    Only go to the dean! Only the dean can do it! Only the dean can save him!

     Honeysuckle's small body is as light as nothing in Lian Qiao's hands, even though he is one year old, he is still very thin. Lian Qiao took three and two steps, almost jumping down the stairs. He rushed out of the western-style building and saw the dean drying the quilt outside the yard.

    The outside of the yard—

    He, go, no, no!

    Little Honeysuckle's struggle is getting smaller and smaller, almost turning into intermittent twitching. The little face was wrinkled into a ball, like an ugly orange. Lian Qiao glanced down at him, and his heart jerked, so he stopped thinking about it, picked up Ren Dong and rushed towards the courtyard gate.

    "Dean, hurry-"

    Just as he shouted, he suddenly felt something, grabbed his neck, and stuck the words he wanted to shout in his throat.

    Lian Qiao was shocked, and his body suddenly froze. He had an extremely terrifying premonition in his heart, and at the same time he felt that the honeysuckle seemed to... not moving...

    He couldn't believe it was true. However, when his eyes slowly fell on Ren Dong's face, the pale face that came into view still ruthlessly cut out a big hole in his heart.

    Not moving.

    No more struggling, no more twitching, no more ups and downs in that little chest.

    Little Honeysuckle's tense expression finally relaxed, her eyelids drooping, revealing a little white. His face and lips were so swollen that they were almost translucent, like a water polo that was about to burst.

    At the same time, Lian Joe felt something stuck in his throat, which made him want to cough, but couldn't.

    He instinctively grabbed his throat, trying to dig the thing out, but he still held the little corpse of Honeysuckle in one hand and refused to let go. The thing in his throat seemed to be growing, and it quickly blocked his entire throat, making him unable to speak, unable to breathe, no matter how hard his chest was, how hard his lungs were, he just couldn't get a single breath of air—

    The eyes quickly turned black. Turn around.

    The dean's figure flashed by, she was drying clothes outside the orphanage, and she didn't notice any changes here.

    At that moment, Lian Qiao suddenly remembered.

    Oh, laryngeal edema.

    The mucous membranes of the lips are pale and the throat is edema - it is the systemic edema caused by allergies.