Endless Road of Corpse - C28

Three months ago.

“You saw it, didn’t you?” MaggieQ asked coldly, pointing the gun at me.

My head buzzed and I subconsciously raised my hand. “Ah? …” “Who?” “Which one?”

“Suo La-Mi…” MaggieQ whispered a few words as if she was afraid of disturbing the ghost.

“Huh?” I thought I’d heard wrong.

Solam, or vampires, werewolves, zombies… , “MaggieQ said in a slightly accentuated tone.

I suddenly thought of that terrifying face I saw in the morning, as well as Taoist Ye’s warning. In addition to the gun pointed at the space between my eyebrows, I felt chills go up my spine and my body was covered with goosebumps. Cold sweat kept pouring out from my forehead. I suddenly felt that this world was no longer the world I knew. I felt as if I had touched upon a world I did not know, a world that was indistinct but could not be entered.

MaggieQ slightly raised the corner of his eye, his eyes flashing, nodded and said: “Looks like you’ve seen it, where is it? “What’s the situation?”

“Die …” Dead people … He was alive again … On “On the way to the pond …” The memories I forcefully held back came back to me like a movie. Impossible! That was definitely not caused by some drug, and San Mao and the rest, why did the higher ups want them to search house by house? Was it drugs or the living dead?

“And then? “Where did that person go?” MaggieQ asked again.

“He was beaten to death by the police!”

“Where’s the body?”

I answered an address.

“How did they explain it to you?” MaggieQ Continue

“He said it’s bath salt …”

“Humph!” MaggieQ gave a cold snort, shook his head and muttered, “So it’s like that …”

“What’s this? What is it? You… You, you, you, you … Who are you? ” I was full of questions.

MaggieQ suddenly smiled and said, “You might as well not know.”

I was stunned when I saw her put the gun down and walk towards me with a smile. I was about to let out a sigh of relief, but she suddenly flipped the gun in her hand and smashed the butt of the gun against my temple. This time, it happened so fast and sudden that I wasn’t prepared for it at all.

That night, I had many messy and broken dreams. The horrible face with its broken neck and the muzzle of the MaggieQ pointed at me kept floating in front of my eyes. My body seemed to be rapidly spinning without purpose, but I didn’t know if it was rising or falling, I was completely helpless. I was like a fetus surrounded by my mother’s amniotic fluid, or a speck of dust floating in the vast universe.

The sun woke me from a dream, and for a moment I felt like I was back in my rented room, MaggieQ’s gun, the face of the living dead, even my parents’ car accident, and none of this had happened, until a sharp pain in my head made all my memories explode like the flowers on Spring Festival.

I struggled to my feet and found myself stretched out on the floor, covered with a blanket. It was late in the morning, and the light from the French windows, which had never been drawn, had made my vision go dark. When I walked out of the bedroom, the living room was completely silent. I looked at San Mao’s room and saw that the door was open, but there was no one inside.

I felt my mouth go dry. I went to the water dispenser in front of the window and poured myself a glass of water, leaning against the window as I drank and looked down. There were no cars or pedestrians on the roads that looked like scratches in the air, just the yellow lines reflecting the blinding white light. I suddenly had a creepy feeling, as if I was the only one left under this bright universe, with no other living beings remaining …

A shrill bell rang, startling me. My hand jerked, and I spilled half a glass of water on my chest. I patted my chest as I picked up the phone.

“I’ve finally answered the phone!” San Mao’s voice came out from the other side of the phone, “Wasn’t that girl good last night? I said I’d bring you a good one… Oh yeah, I bought soy milk and rice cake in the morning and put them in the fridge. You keep eating. I’ll work overtime tonight, so I won’t be coming over tonight … Fine! “It’s here!” Alright, the Leader has called for me. San Mao hung up the phone without waiting for me to speak.

I immediately looked at my phone and saw that there were many missed calls. Other than San Mao’s few calls, there were also the unit’s number. I called one back and told them that I would be there shortly, then asked the headmaster, replying that I had applied for leave today. I made another call, but the phone was turned off.

I washed my face in a hurry, changed my clothes at random, and went out. Outside, the sun settled again, and as I drove out of the new city, after turning a deserted road, the rush of traffic caught me somewhat unawares, and as I merged into the traffic, the creepy fear subsided, and I even felt that the chauffeurs of jams, turtles, and loudspeakers had become lovable, reminding me that I was still living in a world I knew well.

But the news about the bath salts on the radio reminded me that those horrendous episodes were not a dream, nor were they a drunken fantasy. It was noon when I arrived at the company.

My colleagues had already left for lunch, so the office was empty. I walked around the beehive-like cubicles like a zombie, entered my office, and sat down behind the computer desk. After a while, my colleagues came back one after another. When my subordinates passed by my office, they curiously looked through the glass wall. A few of them who were on good terms with me usually came in to ask about my condition.

I sat like this for a long time, until I felt hot and stuffy, then realized that the air conditioner had not been turned on. I leaned over to get the remote control on the table, but found two large sheets of paper, the two sheets of A3 that the Taoist showed me yesterday morning.

I casually flipped through them, and those red and green dots covered the entire world. Other than the locations that the Taoist had specifically pointed out, I found that there were more or less red and green spots all over the world.

I found the Taoist writing notes in pencil next to the red dots and tried to read: “Black mother killed two sons and sunk to the bottom of the river”; “A girl was acquitted of killing a Chinese mother with a knife”; “A 19 year-old boy shot his father several times”; “Five policemen shot a passenger in a car and over fifty times in a row. The police could not explain what happened and declared that the police had done the right thing.”

The more I read, the more creepy I felt. The air conditioner was still on, my arms were full of goosebumps, and by the time I could no longer suppress my fear, I groaned in my throat and threw two pieces of paper at the same time. The two large pieces of paper flapped in the air like some kind of deep-sea fish, spun around and then slowly drifted down, falling backwards onto the table, and I saw the opposite side of the A3 paper — “Solanum” — “Solanum.

Solanum? Solam! I tried to read it softly.