Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 796: The person I love
The old man had been busy all morning, but even so, the rapeseed flowers he pulled out were only a small part compared to the boundless sea of flowers.
When the old man was busy, I was not idle, searching around for useful clues, and found out that the sea of rapeseed flowers was actually planted by the old man for his wife ten years ago.
After noon, the old man returned to the house, cleaned up, left the village on foot, and walked towards the city.
Out of curiosity, I followed behind.
The familiar gate, the long corridor that has not changed in the past few years, and the in-wall lamps emit a faint light.
Jinghai Central Hospital!
The old man walked among the patients and nurses, came to the innermost floor of the seventh floor alone, and stopped outside a special care ward.
It is very similar to the scene I saw in reality. There is only one patient living in the ward, with gray hair and paralyzed in bed.
The old man knew the nurse on duty very well, so he simply said hello and opened the door to enter.
The patient lying on the bed has soft facial lines, and she can vaguely see her youthful beauty.
This should be the old man's wife. For her, the old man spent ten years planting a hundred acres of rapeseed.
Sitting quietly by the bed, the old man is like a child waiting for a miracle to happen, which makes people feel distressed.
Helping his wife turn over, cleaning up excrement, and scrubbing her body with a clean towel, the old man did it very skillfully and carefully.
It was not until the sun was setting that he stood up from the chair beside the bed and left silently.
The night road is long, walking back to the village from the city center, and then opening the door is the second morning.
Carrying a **** in the morning, he dug out the roots of the rapeseed flowers he had planted by himself. In the afternoon, he walked to the city to take care of his paralyzed wife.
The life of the old man is very regular. As a bystander, I watched him repeat it day after day, and I wondered in my heart, why is such a person entrusted with the will of the butcher? The trajectory of his life has nothing to do with depriving others of their lives.
As the area of the sea of rapeseed flowers continues to decrease, the color of the old man's dreams is also fading.
I don’t know how many mornings I have gone through. One day at noon, when the old man entered Jinghai Central Hospital again, I found that things had changed. His wife moved out of the special care ward and was transferred to the intensive care unit.
The old man's wife's lungs failed and her ventilation function was severely impaired. She could only be cured by a lung transplant. However, her physical condition could not support a major operation at all, and she could only use various medical devices and drugs to maintain her life.
Family members cannot enter the ICU to accompany them. During that time, the old man just sat in the corridor outside for an entire afternoon.
When the sea of rapeseed flowers was still halfway through, his wife was out of danger and returned to the original ward.
Doctors and nurses, in fact, the old man himself knows that his wife's time is running out.
There was an indescribable sadness in the ward, and the nurses and doctors offered words of comfort, but the old man still sat quietly beside his wife as before, silently accompanying him.
When a quarter of the sea of rapeseed flowers was left, the wife of the old man in the hospital bed was tortured by the illness and looked like a human being.
The face was swollen, bedsores appeared on the body, the teeth were dry and black, and the delicate facial features began to crooked.
How did a good person become like this, with bruises all over his body.
Looking at his wife, the old man didn't know what he was thinking. He held the swollen hand with a worrying expression.
The color of the dream faded quietly. One morning, the old man dug out the last rapeseed flower. Looking back, the sky was no longer blue, and what he saw was barren.
The hundred-acre rapeseed flower planted by himself was dug out one by one. The old man threw the **** on the ground, went back to the house and changed into a set of clean clothes, and walked towards the city as if on a pilgrimage.
I realized that the dream had reached the most critical moment, followed closely.
The old man passed through the crowd and entered the familiar ward.
He cleaned his wife's bed sores and wiped her body carefully and gently, just as he did when he first took care of his wife a few years ago.
Sitting quietly by the bed, the old man looked at his wife who was paralyzed, comatose, and tortured by illness. He waited until the sun set before he slowly got up, touched his wife's forehead with the back of his hand, and slowly straightened his body.
He raised his hand and unplugged the ventilator.
He didn't dare to look back, and sat on the bench by the door, as if he had lost his soul.
Fifteen minutes later, the nurse on duty noticed something was wrong and hurried over, and the old man's wife was sent to the emergency room.
Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing leather shoes arrived. When he saw the old man, he grabbed the old man's shoulder and hit it against the wall. His lips trembled, he didn't speak, his eyes were red and moist.
The old man who has been silent since I entered the dream looked at his son who was taller than himself: "Don't you feel too painful to live like that because of our selfishness? We are the closest people to her, if even We all stop her, let her go..."
Before he finished speaking, the old man could no longer speak, and muddy tears slipped down his wrinkles.
That scene moved everyone who saw it.
The rescue failed. The old man walked on the long night road as usual. Something seemed to be missing in his body. His shoulders were heavy, and he stopped and walked. It seemed that he had understood that the end of this road was no longer that person. up.
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Opening my eyes, I exited the old man's dream.
Put away the tongzha talisman and look at the lonely old man on the hospital bed.
In a sense, he did kill someone. The colored crystal with special meaning, which may symbolize humanity, had already fallen out of his body when he pulled out the plug of the ventilator.
According to the agreement between me and the black-robed anchor, I should kill him now, the last person entrusted by the butcher's will.
The turbulent yin and evil spirit were churning in the house, but I finally didn't make a move, restrained my breath, and left quietly as if I had never been here before.
There are seven crystals of human emotions floating in the sea of consciousness. I have my own plan in my heart.
The memory that emerges from the opening of the spleen tells me that the butcher knew me before, and it was not him who actually killed the other show anchors, but me!
At the same time, I also made an agreement with him. It seems that I made sure a long time ago that I would meet him again in a deep dream.
"The old man is not dead, but the will of the butcher has a way out. I have to make good use of this, maybe I can get more things from the butcher." Desperate, but find a way to get the best benefit for yourself.
Calling out the fate ghost, I wrapped a few black hairs intertwined with fate around the old man's wrist, so that I would have a bargaining chip with the butcher.
I don't kill the old man, but the old man's life must be in my hands.
When I came out of Jinghai Central Hospital, the sky was already bright. I took off my mask and exhaled: "Some of the five dead should have been found. I have to leave as soon as possible."
Take out your phone and press Truman's phone number. As soon as you dial, someone answers.
"I have arrived in Jinghai, everything is intact, and I am now at Jinghai Airport."
Truman did not disappoint me: "Did you meet any weird people in the bank?"
"It was a man in uniform who led me into the underground warehouse. I have also learned the smile on his face. I can at least imitate 80% of them." Truman's voice was low, steady, and very convincing.
"Very good." I told Truman about the demolition area where Zhu Li was located, and made an appointment to meet him there.
The work that the black-robed anchor entrusted to me is basically completed, and now he should still be fighting against the will of the butcher in Zhu Li's dream, maybe they have entered a deep dream, and maybe those betrayers in the show will be involved.
In order to prevent accidents at Zhu Li's place, I did not go back to Yan Shengnan's clinic, but returned to the apartment building where the black-robed anchor and Zhu Li were located.
Pushing open the iron door, everything in the house remains the same without any changes.
Looking at the black-robed anchor sitting beside Zhu Li, I suddenly realized a problem. The flow of time in the dream is completely different from reality. Come on, there must have been an accident.
"Mengxian Yinzi Talisman didn't give any hints, and I don't know what happened to the black robe in the dream." I didn't bother him, and left my life ghost as a warning. I came downstairs by myself while studying the seven pieces. The crystallization of humanity, while waiting for Truman. An hour and a half later, at the end of the dilapidated concrete road, a man in a windbreaker and carrying a black cloth bag walked over.