I am visiting this place called Yangshan District, with nine subdistricts, a total area of about 65 square kilometers, a registered population of 920,000, and a permanent population of 2.03 million. This is the information registered in the 2015 survey.
Although I was prepared in my heart, I still really saw the gloomy road ahead in front of the data.
The driver had a strange expression on his face after listening to the thin man's question.
"Haunted? Are you saying the hospital is haunted? I heard that the morgue in the Second Hospital here is not peaceful, and there are corpses running out in the middle of the night." The driver tried to remember and gave an answer.
This kind of hospital morgue ghost story is all too common. It seems that every forensic medical school, hospital, funeral parlor, and police station morgue is haunted. I don’t know if it is the public’s inherent impression that is causing trouble, or if supernatural events have really happened.
"Looking at the accent, are you locals? Why do you want to go... um..." The driver hesitated.
The thin man laughed haha.
I continue to check the news.
A few words.
The thin man looked at me.
My cell phone rang at this time, it was a call from Nan Tian.
I felt a surprise immediately and quickly answered the phone.
"Hey! Where are you!" I asked.
Nan Tian's voice was calm, but he spoke very quickly, "I'm in Room 203, Building 8, Lane 241, Bihai Road, Chengxin Garden."
I asked in shock: "What?"
"My mobile phone is broken. I met a fan of mine and temporarily borrowed her phone and prepared some things. Where are you?" Nan Tian asked.
I said "taxi" and gave the driver my address.
I don’t know the road, but the driver does. The thin man didn't hear the conversation between Nan Tian and I, but he also heard the question and asked the driver how long it would take to arrive.
"Less than half an hour," the driver replied.
Nan Tian didn't say anything on the phone. We told each other to be careful and hung up the phone.
I was miserable for the next half hour.
Social life is already a bit chaotic and people are panicked.
The close distance between people also makes people receive too much and too mixed information.
Everyone has it.
Power plants exploded, water plants were polluted, and there were reports of missile attacks.
In short, everyone's imagination is very rich, but it is still within the scope of normal people.
In comparison, reality is even more bizarre and unbelievable.
The car drove all the way to the community called Chengxin Garden.
Along the way, I saw people frantically snatching goods.
To be honest, I have seen similar incidents several times, but mostly I saw empty supermarket shelves in the news. I haven’t been involved myself, nor have any of my family or friends.
Minqing has a relatively good geographical location, and there are few major disasters. Typhoons, tsunamis, and earthquakes have nothing to do with Minqing. As a financial metropolis, the supply of materials here is also sufficient. Price increases are common, but shortages of food and water are impossible.
Most of the people rushing to buy large and small bags on the road are elderly. Young people may still be stuck in the company at the moment. Moreover, those young people should have the same idea as I did in the past. They all firmly believe that places like Minqing will be protected by the country as a priority.
The question is, what will happen if one day a financial city becomes an isolated island without external material supplies
I shuddered.
At this moment, I sincerely hope that time in this different space will repeat itself in cycles. Among the two conjectures that Shouzi and I mentioned, this one can be fulfilled.
That way, the worst-case scenario won't happen.
Moreover, the cycle also means that people here will repeat the behavior of this day.
I lose my memory, maybe that's why.
This caused trouble for my actions, but it also ensured my safety.
I wanted to pray to God at this moment.
The car is parked at the gate of the community and cannot be entered.
We paid, got out of the car, and saw the driver driving away worriedly.
There were people carrying plastic bags walking into the community.
We found the address Nan Tian mentioned. We followed the resident who opened the door and went in without ringing the doorbell.
The middle-aged woman stared at us warily, turned back three times every step, walked to the door of a house on the first floor, and made uneasy gestures to take out the key. She carefully protected the plastic bag she was carrying, with a defensive look on her face.
I can guess what she is thinking, very helpless. Go straight upstairs with the thin man.
There was no more movement from downstairs.
We found the door to room 203 and rang the doorbell.
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