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Qin Xin stands in front of the railway station in the late night, her eyes are getting deeper and deeper.

At 12 o'clock sharp, the whole Qingcheng will be closed, and all traffic will be interrupted. If she does not leave now, she will be trapped in this plague city.

Just now she was immersed in the sadness of parting with her master. She did not pay much attention to the scenery of Qingcheng and the people on the roadside.

At the moment, looking around in a daze, she found that all the people were running towards the railway station in a hurry, for fear that they would miss the last train.

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

On the side of the road, an elderly couple, supporting each other, moved their feet with difficulty. Their goal was the tourist bus in front of them.

I don't know where the car is going, but as long as it's not the city.

However, they were too slow and slow to walk to the station. They fell on the side of the road together and could not get up again.

A young couple, the man holding the child, the woman look depressed, dragging luggage on the roadside cough non-stop: "husband, I can't walk, I am so sleepy, I want to sleep, I can't open my eyelids..."

One of the deadly symptoms of the plague is sleepiness.

I die in my sleep.

The young man did not speak and pulled the luggage from the woman's hand.

When Qin Xin thought that men were taking on more responsibilities and lightening the burden on women.

I saw the young man holding the baby and dragging his luggage, trying to squeeze into a long-distance bus, leaving the woman alone on the side of the road.

Fortunately, an ambulance passed by and pulled the old couple and the woman into the car together.

The coachman sighed behind Qin Xin: "it's said that before the ambulance arrives at the hospital, it has to turn around and drive to the funeral home."

The death rate of this strange disease is too high to be rescued.

If the person has died, of course, there is no need to rescue, but also as soon as possible to send to the funeral home cremation, so as not to infect more people.

Qin Xin looked around people who fell down, and felt like he had entered a world only in the game - death was like a keyboard key pressed by the gods, so capricious.

Be unprepared and unreasonable.

"Let's go, Miss Qin. You don't have much time. There are ten minutes left." The coachman was grateful for her generosity and kept reminding her.

However.

Qin Xin turned his head and stepped on his car again: "please take me back to the village."

The coachman was stupefied in a moment: "ha..."

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Zhulin courtyard.

The man opens his eyes in the long meditation.

His arm moved slowly towards the windowsill.

Pick up that little gift box.

Open it. There is a black man's wallet inside.

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

His dignified lip line finally slightly cocked up a curve, long finger caressed on the wallet for a moment, put the wallet close to the body.

Then, he moved down the bamboo couch.

Beside the bamboo couch, there is a pair of mechanical knee protectors,

he slowly put on the kneepads and walked down.

The courtyard was dark, and the man, dressed in a broad white robe, stood with his hands down and looked up at the starry sky, as if observing a far away star.

One o'clock in the morning.

She should have been sleeping like a pig on the train.

At this time, the distance rang a small leather boots to knock on the ground of the crisp sound of footsteps.

Yard door: "creak -" was opened.

Then the smart and delicate figure, like the spirit in his dream, jumped to his eyes: "master, take me in for another night, I missed the train!"

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