"you're awake?"
There is a familiar voice in my ears.
It's the little nurse.
Lu Wen slowly opened his eyes.
This is the same ward.
He was still lying on the bed, but this time there weren't so many tubes all over his body.
"When I just came up, I found you lying at the door of the first ward in the corridor across the hall, so I asked someone to take you back quickly and did some tests. Everything was normal."
"Is it normal?"
"Um."
The little nurse nodded affirmatively.
Lu Wen felt his physical condition.
It is indeed normal, the headache is gone and there is no discomfort in any part of the body.
He stood up and took two steps, nothing wrong with him.
Then he raised his feet and looked at the soles of the shoes.
"No blood?"
Lu Wen clearly remembered that the blood flowing out of the crack in the door had spread to the soles of his shoes.
Although his vision was blurred at the time, he could still barely see it.
As for what was inside the room when the door opened after that... he wasn't quite sure.
It seemed dark inside, with no windows.
"What blood?"
"When you found me, was there blood on the ground?"
"No." The little nurse shook her head, "Are you hallucinating? It's normal for anything to happen when you wake up after being in a coma for more than two months. Take a good rest and stop running around."
"Um."
Lu Wen said nothing more.
He looked out the window, trying to keep his expression calm, as if he was in a daze, but actually he was thinking about what he had seen before he fell into coma.
Upon seeing this, the little nurse left the ward and stopped disturbing him.
All patients need rest.
There is a button above the hospital bed so you can call them at any time if something happens.
A ward alone is quite quiet.
But the silence didn't last long.
It didn't take long.
A group of young people in their twenties and thirties walked into the ward talking and laughing.
They are Lu Wen’s colleagues.
At least they were still colleagues until they were in coma for more than two months.
"Look, I told you that Brother Lu is awake, but you still don't believe it." The person who spoke was a young man in his early twenties, with a smile on his face.
"I'm really awake. My face looks okay and I'm quite energetic."
Everyone was pushing and shouting, and most of them had gifts in their hands.
Lu Wen tried his best to put a smile on his face to receive these familiar and unfamiliar colleagues.
"Is this hospital a scam? I feel like Lu Wen's health is better than mine. Why don't you go through the discharge procedures for Lu Wen?"
"Hey, hospitals are like this. If you stay for one more day, you can charge one day's hospitalization fee."
"You're right, Brother Lu, stop lying down and come with us for a walk. You'll have to lie down in this small ward all day long to get sick even if you're not sick."
Everyone is very welcoming.
They were all born in dry jobs and had to work overtime a lot. They were in their twenties and thirties, and they all seemed to be in sub-healthy condition, with sallow skin and no energy.
In comparison.
Lu Wen, who had been lying down for two months, seemed to be more energetic.
Unable to resist everyone's enthusiasm, Lu Wen agreed to the suggestion of going out for a walk.
It just so happened that he also wanted to take a look at the world outside this hospital.
So he simply put on the clothes that everyone brought him, tidied up, and went out.
Lu Wen first looked at the corridor opposite the hall.
The first room.
There was really no sign of bleeding.
The door of that room is also closed, and the [×] symbol can be vaguely seen.
There's nothing wrong with that corridor though.
But there is something wrong with the corridor on Lu Wen's side.
"Room 0 is open?"
This corridor is close to the exit from the lobby.
The [0] door painted in dark red opened at some point.
Lu Wen walked to the door and looked inside.
It's just an ordinary small ward.
The same layout as his ward, there are also some instruments
The quilt on the hospital bed was open, and the indentations on the mattress had not yet recovered. It seemed that someone was sleeping on the bed in Room 0 just a moment ago.
The instruments next to the hospital bed are still functioning normally.
Some tubes were scattered across the bed.
Lu Wen remembered the footsteps behind him before.
Before he could think too much, a vague headache started, and a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Brother Lu, what are you looking at?" a young man asked.
"Nothing..." Lu Wen shook his head.
"Let's go quickly. The air is full of the smell of disinfectant. If you stay here for a long time, people will become abnormal."
Everyone pulled Lu Wen away from the door of No. 0.
They came to the elevator, talking and laughing.
Someone asked Lu Wen how he felt after being comatose for two months.
Some people also talked about the recent development of the company.
Some old employees left, new employees came in, and some older guys set up their own departments and started leading teams.
"Yesterday, a new girl deleted the database. The platform reported an abnormality, and the marketing department was frantically calling. Fortunately, the data was restored later."
"The director of their department took the blame and scolded the intern girl for more than two hours."
"That little girl doesn't know much about this..."
Lu Wen’s previous company was neither too big nor too small.
But he is just stingy and stingy.
The database should have been handled by operations and maintenance personnel, but the company did not have operations and maintenance personnel at all.
Everyone is a straight-laced person and can do anything.
Even an intern can access the database and delete it...
"The company is poor and is currently working on several projects at the same time, all of which are being rushed."
"Brother Lu, if you go back, you will definitely be able to find a supervisor. You can lead your own team and interview a few more people. Your qualifications will be enough..."
Everyone walked out of the hospital while talking.
The world outside the hospital is the same as Lu Wen remembers.
There are no cars flying around.
There are no projections of people walking between tall buildings.
Drones are even harder to see.
There are no thick clouds over the city all year round.
Everything is very ordinary.
The weather in July is hot, the sun is scorching, and the heat wave is spreading on the streets.
The streets are full of pedestrians holding parasols.
Everything familiar.
He said he was going out for a simple walk.
But everyone still dragged Lu Wen to a bar, where the atmosphere was very lively.
"Aren't you going to work today?" Lu Wen asked.
"Of course, today is Sunday. It's hard to get such a day off every week, so I have to be a little indulgent."
The people who came today were all people Lu Wen had a good relationship with in the past.
There are people who joined in the same year, and there are also some newcomers who joined later.
The head of their department was also there.
As a patient recovering from a serious illness, Lu Wen received considerable attention.
"Lu Wen, can you tell me what it was like when you were unconscious? Can you hear the outside world?" the department head asked with a smile.
"It's nothing special. In fact, it's almost like sleeping for two months."
Lu Wen said that he could not hear the outside world.
The young man who had just been employed for a few months was in high spirits. He poured Lu Wen a glass of wine and asked the same question: "Brother Lu, I heard that there is a guy named Baker Driver. He died for a few days and came back to life. He said he saw hell..."
"That person's name is Beksinsky. He was in a car accident and he is a painter." Another added.
Lu Wen smiled. The excitement and noise in front of him made him feel extremely lonely.
It seemed like he was far away from me.
He picked up the wine glass, took a sip and said, "I did see another world."
These words immediately aroused everyone's interest.
Everyone asked questions one after another.
"Brother Lu, is there really hell in this world?"
"What does hell look like? Does it look like in the movies? Lots of corpses?"
"You can take this opportunity to earn some popularity, Brother Lu. I know a few self-media people, and you can ask them to help you run it..."
“…”
Lu Wen waited until everyone had asked questions before he began to narrate: "That world is not hell, it is similar to ours, but the focus of technology is different."
He paused.
Then he continued: "I learned a lot in that place and benefited a lot."
Everyone thought he was joking.
An older colleague smiled and said: "You will forget things in dreams once you learn them. When I dreamed before, I dreamed that I had become a top expert, proficient in everything, and various companies were vying for invitations... but when I woke up There is nothing left in the end, and the framework constructed in the dream is completely forgotten.”
"It's not necessarily technology, there are other things that I haven't forgotten yet." Lu Wen responded with a smile.
"Can you remember the things in your dreams clearly?"
"Brother Lu, please tell me what it is. If you can really remember some of it, you will definitely become popular."
"I also know a few bloggers with many fans. I can let them..."
“…”
Everyone gathered around Lu Wen.
You say something to me.
The music in the bar never stopped and the lights were charming.
There was a lot of noise and constant traffic.
Very lively.
Very peaceful.
It seems that as long as Lu Wen doesn't think too much seriously.
That feeling of headache will not appear.
He held the wine glass in his hand, his expression indifferent, like a cold machine, quietly watching everything in front of him.
The world around me is gradually blurring.
Those people were around, but their voices seemed to be getting farther and farther away, as if everyone was standing more than ten meters away talking.
There seemed to be something between Lu Wen and them.
A layer of gauze, or a thick transparent wall.
Some kind of power is needed to break this ambiguous world.
He didn't bother to care whether those people heard him or not, and just said lightly: "I learned how to kill people."
Say it.
Lu Wen picked up a fruit knife on the table.
He glanced at the project manager, who was the most annoying person in his memory. Regardless of whether the memory was true or false, those impatient urgings and forcing him to work overtime day and night made Lu Wen feel very uncomfortable.
The sharp blade drew a shadow in the air.
Move quickly.
Seal the throat with a knife.
Blood spurted out.
The project manager's eyes widened and he clutched his throat.
Blood was leaking out from the gaps between his fingers and flowing on the floor of the bar.
"Snapped… "
This was the sound of the cup falling to the ground in his hand.
The wine glass shattered.
Wine mixed with blood.
Glass shards soaked in red were flying everywhere.
Broken together.
There seems to be this vague world.
Lu Wen put down the bloody fruit knife in his hand, sat back calmly, and slowly closed his eyes.
…
Good night, fellow book friends!
Thanks to book friend Luangzi Jinzhao and book friend Guang Lan Jiyue for their rewards.
(End of chapter)