Nan Zhou was covered in the old police officer's thin coat, lying on a makeshift bed made of several chairs, sweating slightly from the tip of his nose.
In the dimness, a hand was placed on his shoulder.
Nan Zhou's eyes were still interlaced, and the emergency mechanism in his body suddenly activated.
He habitually grabbed the opponent's wrist in the dark, clasped his fingers slightly, and used skill to remove the opponent's wrist.
The other party was not an easy-going person either. He noticed that the situation was different, so he flew up and kicked the two chairs down from his waist.
Nan Zhou's waist is very good. He doesn't roll sideways to dodge like ordinary people. He uses the one-legged kick stool to bounce up high, his legs are slightly different, and he twists the neck of the person who comes. , slammed hard—
Jump, twist, throw, fall, all in one second in one second.
This has long been Nan Zhou's muscle memory.
That's how he survived in "Eternal Day".
A few seconds after the muscles regained consciousness, Nan Zhou, who was crouching in the mess like a little leopard, managed to open his eyes.
… He's never been very good at sorting through his thoughts quickly after sleep.
He first saw He Yinchuan, then saw the two teams of soldiers surrounded by him, and finally saw the old police officer standing at the door of the lounge, looking at them with bewilderment.
Nan Zhou looked at them in distress, puzzled in his heart.
… so many people.
He Yinchuan shook his hand: "Ho."
His wrist was folded at an unusual angle.
Nan Zhou froze for a while, realizing that he seemed to be in trouble: "… Ah."
He Yinchuan hurriedly explained: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm habitually dislocated. Hey, I didn't take good care of my body in the early years, and I created this virtue for myself. It has nothing to do with you."
In order to show that he was okay, he moved very quickly, and snapped his wrist back.
Nan Zhou looked at the other soldiers.
They are also looking at themselves quietly.
The atmosphere was stagnant for a while.
Suddenly, an impassioned "Compendium of Materia Medica" rap exploded in the quiet and narrow lounge.
Nan Zhou kept his face expressionless and was taken aback.
The old police officer was stunned for a while, and looked around, only to find that the buzzing vibration and the loud ringtone came from the mobile phone in his trousers pocket.
He hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and he hurriedly hung up the phone before he could take a closer look at the caller.
After hanging up the phone, the old police officer nodded apologetically to them and put the phone back in its place.
Who would have thought, in less than 10 seconds, the bell rang again.
He said "hey" and took out his phone again.
But when he looked at it, he couldn't move his eyes.
The name on the screen, which was fading away, turned him into a clay sculpture and wood sculpture.
The old policeman didn't know how he pressed the switch button.
"… Hey?"
There was a lot of noise over the phone, and every voice was repeating the same meaningless "hey hey hey", mixed with excited cries and exclamations.
The person over there said something softly, as if afraid to scare him.
However, that voice was drowned out by countless happy voices.
"Mom, mom—I'm back, I'm going home, I—woo—I want to eat the miso soup you made..."
"It's me, um, I'm back, I'm in City C, and my daughter is by my side.... It's fine. We're all fine."
"Boss! Where are you, boss?...Where are we?"
The crowd was loud.
This forced the person on the other side to raise his voice: "Grandpa, me!"
This time, even Nan Zhou heard it.
Li Yinhang's joyful voice was sent through a signal from thousands of miles away: "I, the small bank!"
After the cell towers that blocked the signal were shut down, everyone was making calls, trying to raise their voices to amplify their joy.
Li Yinhang had already contacted his parents immediately. He was afraid that the emotional impact on the old man would be too great.
But the joy around you is contagious.
She can't wait.
The old police officer's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and the corners of his shriveled eyes were wet.
his small bank.
The household registration is a small bank that he runs by himself.
But soon, years of experience from the police made him calm down quickly, and he grasped the key point steadily: "I heard someone say just now, where are you?"
He paused and looked at Nan Zhou: "...C city?"
On the other side, He Yinchuan didn't ambiguity with Nan Zhou: "How about, come with me?"
Nan Zhou took the old police officer's coat in his hand, carefully smoothed out the folds, and draped it over the back of a standing chair: "Where are you going?"
He Yinchuan: "Go and see Jiang Fang."
With just four words, He Yinchuan successfully abducted a paper man without any effort.
Before leaving, Nan Zhou walked up to the old police officer and obediently submitted the review he had prepared after he obediently ate instant noodles yesterday.
The handwriting is sharp and strong, and the words are sincere and serious.
It is a level that can be presented as a model review paper.
The old police officer was speechless when he saw this beautiful young man who had written his own review in a remarkable manner.
Nan Zhou had something to say to him.
"Yinhang, she's very good." Nan Zhou organized some words and said seriously, "She is... a very good human being."
…
After boarding the plane with Nanzhou, He Yinchuan briefly explained the current situation to him.
Jiang Fang's situation is different from others.
More than half a year ago, an unexplained accident broke out in "Gravity". Hundreds of players around the world fell into a coma and died one after another.
The only person still alive is Jiang Fang.
As a result, Jiang Fang's body was taken over by the relevant departments and transferred to the confidential hospital code-named 101, surrounded by various high-precision medical equipment, carefully cared for, and monitored day and night. I hope he can wake up soon and explain the situation.
Six months later, mass disappearances broke out.
Everyone suspected that the disappearance was inseparable from the abnormal coma and death of the player at the beginning.
Therefore, even when there is a shortage of manpower, there are always people observing Jiang Fang's physical condition in real time.
"He has woken up in the hospital now. But the doctor didn't let other people in to see him, and didn't tell him to talk. He said that he would do a systematic examination." He Yinchuan said, "Our destination is the hospital."
Nan Zhou nodded: "Stadium..."
He Yinchuan continued: "Xiao Zhou and the others took over. The situation there... is also quite complicated."
Nan Zhou conveyed a puzzled "Huh?"
"It's not a big deal." He Yinchuan raised his hand and scratched his side cheek, "In short... the dead are resurrected."
In Li Yinhang's wish, the resurrected objects include all human players in the closed beta and official operation of "Gravity".
"Among the people I met, there was a girl named Song Haining, and another with a very strange name... Ah, yes, Hua Xixi, they have already died in reality, their ashes were buried in the cemetery, and their IDs were cancelled. One by one, it's all troublesome, and some of them will be busy next."
"Well, in this case, it will indeed be very busy." Nan Zhou asked, "Why don't you stay there?"
He Yinchuan shrugged and said with a hearty smile: "When the sky is falling, there is Xiao Zhou on his back. He is tall. Besides, I have a little friendship with you anyway. It will always feel better for me to pick you up than a stranger. Come on."
Nan Zhou followed his name and said, "Xiao Zhou, your friend, his hand..."
He gestured.
He Yinchuan was stunned for a moment, and naturally understood what he wanted to say, and grinned happily.
When the corners of his mouth were raised, the corners of his eyes and brows were all smiling: "Didn't Li Yinhang say that all players should restore their 'personal normal life form characteristics'. It's not normal to have two hands broken. life form traits'?"
Nan Zhou gave a "uh" and felt a lot more at ease.
After looking at a group of soldiers with straight backs, he turned back and looked out the window.
They drove into the clumps of clouds, and the myriad-shaped floating clouds were accompanied by the rising sun, as if smashing hundreds of millions of suns, pouring them all over, and flowing directly into people's eyes and hearts.
He Yinchuan looked at him intently: "After asking so many questions, why don't you ask yourself?"
Nan Zhou asked, "What do you need me to do when you took me away?"
He Yinchuan pulled his wrench: "Maybe... Participate in a little political study, read more books, attend classes, take some tests, and then... "
He lowered his voice: "Get a weave."
Speaking of this, he resumed his natural tone of speech: "Of course. The first thing we do is to see him."
Nan Zhou gently pressed the tip of his nose against the plane glass: "How long before we can get to him?"
He Yinchuan glanced at his watch: "We are the most advanced military helicopter, about 450 kilometers per hour... Two hours later, we can be there."
Nan Zhou: "Hmm."
He Yinchuan: "Are you in a hurry?"
"No hurry." Nan Zhou stared outside for a moment and said, "I want to remember and tell him about this cloud."
He Yinchuan followed his gaze and looked out, and found that they were drilling into a winding cloud column.
It was as if they had passed through this cloud tunnel created by the skilful hands of the sky, and in the next moment, they would be able to land in front of Jiang Fang.
He Yinchuan was born with no romantic cells.
He looked at the sea of clouds that day and place, and just thought, oh, if only Xiao Zhou was here.
…
Nan Zhou had never been to the hospital, so he didn't know that few hospitals would be so quiet.
The footsteps of a group of people slammed on the floor, as if they could echo echoes in people's souls.
Under the guidance of the dean, they arrived at the top floor of the diagnosis and treatment building.
In such a place where one knows death and one's life, because there is so much greed, hatred, delusion and resentment, love and parting are bitter, so even the air is cold and suffocated.
The subtle ticking of instruments, the humming of electric currents, constitutes a bass-heavy symphony of life.
Before they arrived at Jiang Fang's ward, Jiang Fang's attending physician also received a notification from the nurse and walked out of the door.
He Yinchuan greeted him: "How is he?"
The attending physician wore a heavy mask, lowered his voice, and exchanged information with He Yinchuan softly.
The nurse just made a mistake, and a cat slipped into the ward quietly and quietly.
The soldier who escorted him all the way took a step forward, thinking for a moment, but did not say anything to stop him.
Nan Zhou stood in front of Jiang Fang,
Jiang Fang on the hospital bed turned his head sideways and looked at him quietly.
His whole person was so white that it was transparent, so white that even the neck veins and the whites of his eyes were a touch of blue.
He opened his mouth and moved his fingertips slightly, and Nan Zhou would follow him with his fingertips, touching his index finger.
Jiang Fang smiled and said softly, "Little prince, your knight brought you out. In the future... Would you like to travel the world with your knight?"