thefictionvixens Chapter 727: Master, Let Me Stay One More Night
Chapter 727: Master, Let Me Stay One More Night
Qin Xin stood in front of the train station in the deep night, her eyes growing deeper.At exactly 12 o’clock, the entire city of Qingcheng would be sealed off, all transportation would be suspended. If she didn’t leave now, she’d be trapped in this plague-stricken city.
Just now, she was lost in the melancholy of parting with her master, hardly paying attention to the scenery of Qingcheng or the people on the roadside.
At this moment, looking around in confusion, she found that everyone was rushing towards the train station in a hurry, afraid of missing the last train.
The cars on the road were also jam-packed, honking frantically.
By the roadside, an elderly couple, supporting each other, were moving their feet laboriously, their target was the tour bus ahead.
Despite not knowing where the bus was headed, it was good enough as long as it wasn’t this city.
However, their steps were too slow, and before they could reach the station, both of them staggered and fell by the roadside, never to get up again.
A young couple, the man holding a child, the woman looked exhausted, coughing incessantly by the roadside: "Darling, I can’t walk anymore, I’m so sleepy, I want to sleep, I can’t keep my eyes open..."
One of the deadly symptoms of the plague was drowsiness.
Passing away unknowingly in sleep.
The young man said nothing, just grabbing the luggage from the woman’s hands.
Just as Qin Xin thought the man was taking on more responsibility to ease the woman’s burden.
She saw that the young man got on a long-distance bus with the child and the luggage, leaving the woman alone on the roadside.
Fortunately, an ambulance passed by and picked up the elderly couple and the woman onto the vehicle.
The driver behind Qin Xin sighed: "I heard that now ambulances, before they can reach the hospital, have to turn around and head to the funeral home instead."
This strange disease, the mortality rate is too high, resuscitation is impossible.
If someone is already dead, there’s no need for resuscitation, and they must be sent to the funeral home for cremation as soon as possible, to avoid spreading to more people.
Qin Xin watched as people around her kept collapsing, she felt as if she had entered a world found only in games—death was as capricious as a deity pressing a key at will.
Without warning, without reason.
"Hurry up, Miss Qin, you don’t have much time left, only ten minutes." The driver, grateful for her generosity, kept reminding her.
However.
Qin Xin turned her head, stepping back onto his vehicle: "Please take me back to the village."
The driver was instantly stunned: "What???"
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Bamboo courtyard.
The man, after a long time in deep contemplation with his eyes closed, opened them.
He slowly reached for the windowsill with his arm.
Picked up that small gift box.
Opened it, inside lay a black men’s wallet.
Top-quality calf leather, the most exquisite craftsmanship, it’s a one-of-a-kind gift in the world.
His solemn lips finally curved into a slight smile, his long fingers caressed the wallet for a moment, then placed it carefully against his body.
Then, supporting himself, he moved down from the bamboo bed.
Beside the bamboo bed, there was a pair of mechanical kneepads.
He slowly put on the kneepads, walked down.
The courtyard was in complete darkness, the man wore a loose white robe, standing with his hands behind his back, gazing at the starry sky, as if observing a distant star.
One in the morning.
She should have already fallen asleep on the train like a little pig by now.
At this moment, from afar came the crisp sound of small boots tapping on the ground.
The gate of the courtyard: "Cre-eak——" was pulled open.
Then the lively and charming little figure, like an elf in a dream, jumped in front of him: "Master, let me stay for one more night, I missed the train!"