The second night of Chapter 509 of the Deception Agency June 19th, 12:40 midnight, this is the second day of the mission, and the second night experienced by the executors!
Rong Chuan sits on the ground at this moment, not worrying about the dust around him, and quietly closing his eyes to rest. The performer enters the task. Generally speaking, there is almost no sleep time, especially for this kind of task that is in danger during the day and night. The rest time is only It's even rarer.
Although it was only a day and a night, every executor was exhausted physically and mentally, even Rong Chuan, who was carrying half a rattle.
He was not in a good mood. Bai Mei's previous performance showed that he was deeply desperate. At this time, this sense of despair would spread rapidly like a virus, and Rong Chuan felt a little softened.
He was sitting on the ground at the moment, his figure firm, but his heart was full of struggle.
I couldn’t help but look at John next to me. This once cheerful and strong foreign man is now a living dead. Now he trembles every time he takes a breath. There is a wide range of trauma in his throat, plus the harsh environment today. , Has caused his injuries to become more and more serious.
Not long ago, after Rong Chuan returned, he disinfected and replaced his bandages, but he has already seen small ulcers in John’s wounds, accompanied by pus exudation. This is not a good thing...
Nowadays, the conditions are difficult, and John’s injury is getting more serious. Rong Chuan’s heart is full of sadness. The united front said that they were three people who lived and died together. Now Lou Yun died early and John became the living dead. The only sound left is Down himself.
Although Rong Chuan's face wasn't desperate, it was filled with sorrow. He gently stretched out his hand and stroked John's blond hair, with a slight regret in his eyes.
He used to think that he would not be afraid, let alone succumb, and that he could stick to it step by step with the original principles and bottom line.
But just the moment the unsolvable mission struck, everything was destroyed. Rong Chuan did the only thing that was guilty in his life, but he failed to save John and Lou Yun.
John’s life or death seems to be heralding his own end. He still doesn’t know how cruel John who chose to rescue the dying John at the beginning was cruel to John who couldn’t choose. , Or a gift...
Rong Chuan moved his gaze away from John's body and looked out of the window. There was thunder and lightning, and heavy rain, but he enjoyed the ultimate peace.
At this moment, his heart is still in the water, sitting cross-legged on the cold ground, a little dust contaminates his trouser legs, and he did not take care of it. The second night after deep in the apartment did not seem to be so difficult.
On the first night, the evil spirits of Yuye aimed their eyes on them. Rong Chuan used half of the influence of a rattle to forcibly pull John and himself back from the margin of death. He was sure in his heart that this second night, There should be no more attacks.
"Ok… "
In absolute silence, amid the faint gasp, a small moan suddenly appeared, interrupting Rong Chuan from closing his eyes to recuperate. He turned his head and looked at John who was lying on his side.
John woke up...
Since he woke up once under the daylight conditions on June 18, he has fallen into a deep sleep. It is also because Rong Chuan has seen John's struggle and fear several times. The feeling is like a long coma. In, I had a terrible dream.
Rong Chuan looked at John who was still unconscious, his face was full of pain, and the sharp pain in his neck became clearer as his consciousness awakened.
He was lying on the cold ground, pale, with painful eyebrows, frowning, shaking his head from time to time to avoid something, and hanging his hands weakly on the ground, the shaking frequency became faster and faster, but it could not be normal. Lift and wave.
Rong Chuan looked at John's chapped lips, he hesitated and took out the water bottle from his bag, poured out a bottle cap, and slowly handed it to his mouth, slightly moistened.
But John was not so obedient. After feeling the coldness of the water droplets, he struggled more frequently. Just like this, Rong Chuan twisted his body, and Rong Chuan couldn't hold his hand firmly, and all the water in the bottle cap poured into John's throat.
This stimulus made John more excited and excited on the edge of waking up. His arms trembled unnaturally, scratching around, not knowing what he was trying to grab, the sharp pain in his throat had already tormented him crazy, and he coughed violently. When he got up, his injury could not bear the heavy burden of irrigation.
His face began to flush sickly, and a little blood was leaking from the gauze he had just changed in his throat. John's situation was getting worse and worse. He was already on the verge of awakening, only the last bit of stimulation.
Rong Chuan was in a hurry. He had no experience in dealing with such a situation. The previous treatment was just biting the bullet and doing simple treatments, and couldn't save John's life at all.
Even though the dark side of his heart appeared a bit now, he still couldn't watch John die in front of him.
Rong Chuan watched John whose arms were dancing wildly and struggling more and more. His face was flushed, he was still breathing in but unable to vent his breath. His hands were hanging in the air, his eyes were full of panic and eagerness, but what could he do? , But don't know at all.
He had to kneel next to John and kept touching his chest with his palm from top to bottom, trying to use this method to help him complete the breathing process, but with little success, John’s face turned black and purple. He was suffocated to the limit!
John was tortured by that nightmare. There was something unwilling to make him wake up. Even now his limbs had regained the power to move, but his eyes were still tightly closed, and he never wanted to open it!
This man seemed to be frightened, like a weak lamb, his body quickly shrank into a ball, subconsciously protecting himself.
"Don't... don't be afraid, John!"
Rong Chuan’s face was full of anxiety, and he was in a state of confusion. Even if Rong Chuan was no longer the same Rong Chuan he used to be, he absolutely couldn’t watch John die in front of him. He had to do something.
He was freaked out at a loss, "How...how to save, how can I help you!"
Rong Chuan took a deep breath, forced John’s mouth apart with both hands, and started leaning down to do artificial respiration. This was the only way he could think of. He didn’t know if it worked, but it was all done on TV. It was his attempt.
John resisted fiercely at first, but he was seriously injured, and no matter how he resisted, he couldn't escape Rong Chuan's shackles. Over time, John's face gradually changed from black and purple to ruddy, and his previous struggles were no longer so frequent. There was a hint of relaxation.
When Rong Chuan saw this, he was overjoyed, and the secret voice really worked, and he knelt on the ground and watched John's self-regulation.
Not long after, John suddenly woke up from the nightmare in a few breaths, but it was replaced by a more real pain. His neck was numb, itchy and painful, like 10,000 ants were constantly tearing. bite.
John subconsciously stretched out his hand to scratch, but Rong Chuan shackled his palm, leaned his head over, and whispered his name.
"Rong..."
John's surviving will finally recovered. He wanted to speak, but only one word was interrupted by the sharp pain in his throat!
And that voice has completely changed its tone, as if a throat injury caused him to talk and leak, and it sounded like someone was pulling an old bellows.
Rong Chuan waved his hand to signal him not to speak any more. Looking at the blankness and fear in John's eyes, he said softly: "You were attacked by an evil spirit and seriously injured. Stop talking and stick to it."
When he said this, his heart moved, he took out the half scarlet rattle from his arms and shook it several times in front of John.
This half rattle violated the most fundamental structure and made a "dongdongdong" sound. Rong Chuan reluctantly squeezed out a smile and comforted him: "If you stick to it, we won't suffer anymore. This rattle can Withstand the attack of the rainy night evil spirits, we can live!"
John's eyes widened suddenly, but instead of looking at the rattle floating in front of him, he used his last strength to grab Rong Chuan's wrist and slightly lifted his head. It was very difficult, but he still opened his mouth. , Creaky want to say something.
However, he still couldn't say half a word, and the human will couldn't hold on. He began to use his movable hands to lash out on his body, as if looking for something.
Rong Chuan was at a loss when he saw this scene. John wanted to tell him something, but he couldn't speak. He watched John groping in his pocket and moved his mind and took out his mobile phone.
"If you have anything you want to say, just type it into my phone!"
John's face was startled, but just as Rong Chuan guessed, he took the phone and began to touch the input method with difficulty, but he did not understand pinyin, let alone the input method of Chinese characters, simple spelling can be done, but It is even harder to tell complicated information.
Just as John racked his brains to type out the news, while Rong Chuan was watching from the sidelines, a "creaking" sound suddenly came from the room...
Rong Chuan suddenly stiffened, and he slowly turned his head with feeling, and stood up from the ground. When he saw the sound coming from, his heart felt cold.
The door was opened from the outside. Although he couldn't see anything coming in, he knew very well that the rainy night evil spirit had no plans to let them go. After nearly twenty-four hours, it found these two again. Executor!
But Rong Chuan was not too afraid, and John was lying on the ground typing hard, he could not hear the small voice at all, let alone know that the evil spirit had arrived.
Rong Chuan patted John's chest lightly, and whispered: "Write down what you want to say." Then, holding the rattle tightly with his right hand, he walked slowly toward the center of the room.
It is obvious that he is about to face something, but he must save the John behind him. This does not mean that he wants to take advantage of John’s life, but that he has yesterday’s experience and has the confidence to rely on the rattle to resist the evil spirits in the rainy night. Attack!
But this is the case, his legs are constantly turning. When you really face such a terrible thing, you will find that you are far stronger than you think.
Rong Chuan was like that, but he bit the bullet and wanted to go.
The rattle’s rotating sound gradually returned to the quiet room. Rong Chuan couldn’t help staring at the surrounding empty space. His naked eyes could not tell where the rainy night evil spirit was, but he chose to attack actively and try to rely on it. The appearance and sound of the rattle come to persuade the evil spirits out!
The sound of turning has filled the room, this stalemate of nothingness has passed for a minute, Rong Chuan has never seen the evil spirit, let alone shot.
This situation made him feel a little relieved. It seemed that the rainy night evil spirit had already left, and when he turned his head to take a look at John's situation, the scene in front of him made him stunned.
John died... The death was silent, the bandages on his throat broke, and a large amount of blood flowed from his throat to the ground, converging into a river. John's eyes were bloodshot and they were staring wide, as if he couldn't squint.
Pata, the phone in the palm of his hand fell to the ground, reflecting a slight fluorescence, and illuminating the void in front of Rong Chuan, where things did not go away, but gradually revealed his beautiful posture.
Rong Chuan kept going backwards when he saw this scene. The rattle in his right hand shook with his palm, making a dull noise, but it had no effect on the rainy night evil spirit in front of him.
The evil spirit under the rainy night stood beside the corpse of John, who had just died. He turned his head slightly and looked at silently, the last executor in room "1415", the executor who was about to be swallowed by fear. (End of this chapter)