There was a loud knock at the door: "Open the door, please save my wife!"
Luo Yuan and Huang Jiahui looked at each other, then stood up. Looking through the peephole, they saw that the neighbor knocking on the door was the neighbor opposite. However, he could not be called a friend. He only knew that there was such a person. His face was full of panic. With a hint of uneasiness.
Luo Yuan thought to himself that he was probably bitten by a mutated mosquito again, and he would definitely not survive. But they are neighbors after all, so it would be unreasonable not to take a look. He hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and asked, "What happened?"
As soon as the man saw him opening the door, he said anxiously: "Quick, go to my house and have a look. My wife is dying. I don't know what happened. She was mopping the floor in the kitchen and fell down while dragging."
He turned to Huang Jiahui and said, "Close the door first, I'll go over there and take a look."
"Okay! Then come back quickly." Huang Jiahui said worriedly.
Luo Yuan didn't speak and nodded.
The man walked around anxiously, with a look of pain on his face. Seeing Luo Yuan turn around, he urged: "She is in the kitchen, come with me quickly."
As he said that, he walked towards his home. Luo Yuan followed him through the living room, but when he approached the kitchen, his steps gradually slowed down, as if he was waiting for Luo Yuan.
Luo Yuan glanced at him. For a patient who was most likely to have a malignant infectious disease, his behavior was understandable. However, the two of them are husband and wife after all. They lived in the same room before, but now they don't dare to get even close. Although they understand his behavior logically, their feelings towards him have changed in their hearts.
He walked into the kitchen and saw that it was indeed a mutated mosquito bite. However, after such a period of delay, she had already expired. This woman was still pretty, and Luo Yuan would still take a few glances at her when he saw her. But now her whole body was swollen as if she had gained weight, and her true face was no longer recognizable.
The kitchen window was open, and the mutated mosquito obviously came in through the window, and Luo Yuan noticed that the mutated mosquito had not left at all. It was lying motionless on the ceiling above its head. Its belly was heavy because it had sucked enough blood. , appears a little dark red.
When the man saw that his girlfriend was motionless, his expression changed and he quickly covered his mouth with a sad look on his face, but he didn't dare to come near her at all.
Luo Yuan looked at the painfully silent man and said symbolically: "My condolences, by the way, I'm leaving first."
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Luo Yuan walked a few steps and was stopped by him. He turned around and said, "Is there anything else?"
After the man stopped him, he looked hesitant, as if he had some words that he couldn't say.
Luo Yuan knew what he was thinking: "Don't worry, this is not an infectious disease. The culprit is the mutated mosquito on the ceiling. If you kill it, it will be fine."
The man was startled and suddenly looked up at the mutated mosquito. He subconsciously took a few steps back and was too frightened to speak.
Seeing that the kitchen window was still open, he rushed over and closed it.
"Should I leave first?" Luo Yuan said.
"Wait! I... I may not be able to kill it. You good people will help me to the end... Can you help me kill it." The man stopped Luo Yuan again and pleaded.
If Luo Yuan was just a little disgusted with him at first, now he is a little disgusted with him. He is indeed relatively strong. Killing such a mutated mosquito is just a piece of cake, but the other party will never know how powerful he is. In the eyes of that man, he is also an ordinary person. It's really a good idea to transfer your risk to someone else, and a stranger at that.
Luo Yuan thought for a while, and then let it go. It was already miserable enough that his wife died, and there was really nothing to care about with such a person. He nodded: "Okay, come over with your broom."
"Okay! Okay! Thank you so much!" He thanked him quickly and walked out of the kitchen to find a broom.
After a while, he brought it over. Luo Yuan took the broom. The ceiling was a bit high. He turned over and stood on the cupboard. The mosquitoes were full of blood. They seemed very slow and did not react to the movement below. When the broom came closer, , it wanted to fly, but it was too late. Luo Yuan slapped it hard, leaving a pool of blood on the ceiling.
"Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know what I would have done." The man breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely.
"If you're polite, you'll be excused. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Luo Yuan jumped down from the cupboard and clapped his hands.
"I still want to ask you for a favor?" Seeing that Luo Yuan was about to leave, the other party said quickly.
Luo Yuan paused, intent on seeing what else he wanted to say.
The man continued with a sad face: "Huiqin died so tragically. Although I still want to see her a few more times, I can't keep her here forever. In this weather, it will stink in a long time..."
Luo Yuan looked at his sad expression, as if he had swallowed a fly, and felt disgusted in his heart. He didn't know how much sincerity there was in it, so he interrupted: "What do you mean?"
He said with some embarrassment: "I... I wonder if you could help me move her body downstairs?"
Luo Yuan looked at him with some chills, and his expression also turned cold: "If you are timid, I won't say anything. You don't dare to go down. You are only afraid of mutated mosquitoes. This is a normal reaction of many people, but how could she She must be your wife too. I didn’t expect that you were going to dump the body just after she died. You still let me throw it away and wanted me to die. Do you think I look like such an idiot? "
After Luo Yuan finished speaking, he didn't bother to look at him again. He felt sick after just one look at such a masterpiece, so he turned around and left.
The man looked stunned, his face turning red and blue for a moment. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something else, but found that the other person had already walked out of the living room.
Luo Yuan walked into the home. Huang Jiahui was already washing rice in the kitchen. He went inside and washed his hands.
"What happened on the other side?" Huang Jiahui asked.
"It's nothing. If something disgusting happens, let's forget about it!" Luo Yuan shook his head and said.
Huang Jiahui saw this and didn't ask any more questions.
After a while, Luo Yuan keenly heard a dull sound from outside, as if something heavy fell to the ground. His expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that the other party actually threw his wife's body from the third floor.
Today's lunch dish is much simpler, a small plate of pickled mustard and two salted duck eggs. Luo Yuan bought these things before the mutation. He bought many such storable vegetables at that time, and there are still some left.
The mutated beast meat that Luo Yuan brought back yesterday was marinated considering that these days would not end soon. It is not yet time to eat it.
Being used to the big fish and meat, several of them had little appetite, and the amount of food was doubled. Master Wang even took a few bites and couldn't eat anymore.
Near evening, a jeep stopped in the community, and two armed policemen wearing protective suits and carrying flamethrowers on their backs got out. Two fire snakes, which were tens of meters long, kept walking in the open space of the Shuitang community. Shooting back and forth, through the window, Luo Yuan saw mutant mosquitoes falling from the air from time to time with their wings burned off.
However, the duration of the flamethrower was too short. In just ten minutes, the gasoline in the oil drum behind it had been exhausted before even sweeping the neighborhood. If the entire Hedong City is "cleaned", the amount of gasoline will obviously be an astronomical amount. Even if all the gasoline in Hedong City is consumed here, it may not be enough.