"Ah... the long-lost peace."
Shrike was lying on the sickbed, wrapped in a large blanket.
Old Dunling had entered winter. Due to heavy rain and low temperatures, the steam pipes continued to have problems and the heating in various places became unstable. Even the Black Mountain Hospital could not stay warm.
In order to avoid freezing to death, he could only curl himself up into a ball and fall asleep in bed.
As a participant in the war, Shrike's every holiday was after the war, but as usual, even when he was resting, he would stay in the lower city and hang out with those strangers.
Today, the lower city has become a ruin. The cruel torrent has flattened all forces and conspiracies, leaving only broken walls and foul-smelling mud.
In the face of this magnificent force, everything human seems so insignificant and is completely wiped out without any resistance.
The lower town was ruined.
Naturally, there was no need for Shrike to return, so he simply stayed in the Montenegrin Hospital to recuperate.
As for the lower city, there were scavengers dealing with it. They dug up the muddy ground and dragged out the devoured corpses. Some survivors were organized together and built temporary residences near the suburbs.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner, but there is also disorder and chaos.
The echoes of the rainstorm are still haunting the city. Under such a disaster, many functions of the old Dunling have not yet been restored. Coupled with the damage in various places, there have been various incidents recently. The patrol officers have increased the intensity of patrols, but they still cannot stop the occurrence of crimes.
For this purpose, the Purge Agency once again dispatched riot police, who roamed the streets like heavy stones pressing on people's hearts, plunging their restless hearts into cold water again.
Shrike yawned loudly. Perhaps he was used to a busy life, so this kind of peace made him feel a little uncomfortable. Thinking carefully, he had been lying in this decadent state for several days. Although he was recuperating, no one came to disturb him or ask if there was anything he needed to deal with next...
It felt like being disconnected from the life they knew. They no longer needed the Shrike.
Shrike was in a strange mood. Logically, such a holiday should be worth celebrating, but after staying there for too long, he felt as if his body was rusting.
Sometimes he would wonder, not only himself, but also other people, what do they want: a peaceful life or the excitement between life and death
At this time, there was a knock on the door and someone pushed open the door.
"You look fine."
Lan Feicui brought some fruits and came to visit the patient.
"It's okay, just a little cold."
As he spoke, Shrike tried to wrap the quilt tightly around himself and tied himself up tightly.
"Is the wound okay?" Seeing him like this, Lan Feicui asked with concern.
"Fortunately, I'm fine. I just need to observe the effects of the erosion. The doctors haven't let me go."
The Shrike stood up and sat up, mumbling.
These doctors were extremely concerned about Shrike. It seemed that they also knew that an outstanding employee like Shrike could not be left to die, so he had enjoyed all-round care over the past few days.
"I estimate that he will be discharged from the hospital in a few days."
Shrike looked out the window and said absentmindedly.