v3 Chapter 95： , "Island"

An ordinary wooden house, like the other buildings around it, has no uniqueness. The idiot glanced at the window with the curtains pulled up, raised his hand, and knocked gently on the door.

"Who...who...?"

Inside, there was a weak voice.

When the idiot heard it, he immediately held the doorknob and pushed it.

The door was not locked, and the idiot entered the room easily. What you can see is a slightly messy room, and Smila, who is lying on the ground and wearing pajamas, seems to have fallen off the next bed.

The idiot looked outside, made sure no one was there, and immediately stepped forward and took Smila in both hands. The woman leaned her head on the idiot's chest, closed her eyes, and her breathing was rapid. Touch her body, feel her body temperature...

It's hot.

The idiot put Smila back on the bed and pulled up the quilt. Afterwards, he poured a glass of water from the jug next to him, came to the bed, raised Smila's body, and asked her to drink the water little by little.

After drinking the water, Smila's face only slightly improved. She continued to lie on the bed groggy, seemingly still not regaining consciousness.

The idiot looked at her, looking really bad for her situation now. No way, now, let's find a doctor.

"Pompeii...Pompeii...you...have you come to see me?"

The idiot's hand was held by Smyra.

In the dizziness, this woman held the idiot's hand tightly, as if a drowning man had found a straw, and she would not let it go.

The idiot dragged, seeing that he couldn't get rid of Smila's hand. Just when he was about to forcefully break free, Smila's eyes began to cry...

"Have you come to see me...? I miss you so much...every night...I miss you..."

"You don't want me...? You won't take me away? I am living alone... so tired... before, you were my pillar... but now... now..."

Muttered, slowly flowing from the mouth of this seriously ill woman.

The idiot was just like that, being pulled by her arm and stood silently aside. Following the woman's low groan, the idiot turned his head and looked at the corner of the room.

There is an altar table.

Above the table, is a picture of the head of a 20-year-old man.

The young man looked fierce, with a scar on his cheek. But at the corner of his mouth, there seemed to be a shy smile.

The person who took the picture... should be Smila.

And the person who was photographed has now become a photo, lying here quietly.

A long time... a long time...

Smila grabbed the idiot's hand and finally let go.

She had fallen asleep again, with tears in her eyes, and stopped talking.

The idiot gently broke away from her hand and exhaled. Afterwards, he turned around, took the umbrella and left the room, went to the only clinic on this small island, looking for a doctor.

This "island" is very quiet.

Quiet, the idiot even thought there was no one else here.

Every house is tightly closed, and it seems that there is no trace of living people.

The rain slapped on the doors of those wooden houses, making noises, dull and simple...

咚咚咚——

The idiot slapped the door of the clinic.

What is a little strange is that in broad daylight, this clinic has a "resting" sign at the door.

The idiot thought for a while and decided to look for this clinic. So, he patted the door of the clinic hard again.

"Who?"

Finally, a lazy voice came from inside. After waiting for a while, the door of the clinic opened, and a half-bald man with a thin face and a trance appeared before the idiot.

"You...who? Just shoot...my door?"

The half-bald man opened his mouth, revealing his slightly browned teeth. His voice also appeared weak, without any spirit.

"………………………………"

"What do you want to do? Knock on my door...without talking?"

A little irritability appeared on the face of the half-bald man. Subsequently, he was about to close the door.

Snapped.

The idiot reached out his hand and pressed it against the door.

"Someone has a fever. Can you visit the doctor."

The half-bald man yawned and stared at the idiot with his wistful eyes, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm tired and don't want to go to the doctor. Besides, I don't want to open the door for business. You can find someone else."

With that, the half-bald man was about to close the door again. But the idiot held it with his hand and he could not close the door.

"I said, what do you want?"

"…………………… You don't have to go to the doctor, give some medicine. A woman in her twenties, who has no childbearing experience, is married, has been working as a tailor all year round, and her body was slightly thin. She suddenly got a fever this morning. , Unconscious, accompanied by dreams."

The half-bald man squinted and looked at the idiot. Afterwards, maybe he really didn't want to pester the idiot, so he dragged his tired body into the clinic. After a while, he randomly took a bottle of cold medicine and threw it to the idiot.

"Get the medicine and get out. I'm tired, ha~~~~ owe~~~~~"

After all, the door of the clinic was closed immediately.

The idiot is holding an umbrella and standing in the rain.

On the umbrella, there was a crashing sound.

The entire world around it seems to have been occupied by the sound of rain, and there is no room for any other sounds...

With the medicine, the idiot walked back.

He continued walking on this quiet street, watching the silence in the surrounding houses.

He passed by a small workshop where the cloth dyeing work that was supposed to be started, is now quiet, without the slightest sound.

When I came to a small shop again, the closed door seemed to be talking about something.

The people here... are...

...

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Back in Smila's room, the idiot looked at the instructions on the medicine bottle and poured out a few pills. He raised the drowsy Smila again, brought the water and pills, and brought the water glass to her lips.

"Pompeii... Are you... here again?"

"I'm an idiot. I gave you medicine."

The idiot's cold words were like a heart booster, instantly poured into Smyra's chest. She slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw that the black-haired and black-eyed young man in front of her was indeed not her husband who had been dead for three years, she immediately became a little restrained and wanted to leave the idiot's chest. However, her body still seemed too weak, and she didn't even have the strength to stretch it.

"…………………………………………”

The idiot handed the water glass to Smila's lips and let her drink. After taking a glance at the idiot, Smila finally nodded and drank water. She looked like a wounded bird, slowly pecking the pill in the hand of the idiot, and swallowing it with difficulty. This whole process seemed to be putting her tortured.

The idiot reached out, touched her wrist, and felt her heartbeat. Although he didn't know medicine, his years of life and death experience allowed him to make some superficial judgments. Smila's pulse is very weak, and the jump doesn't feel as strong as a healthy person. Look at her pale and thin face again...

"I'm sorry...Mr. Idiot...I caused you...trouble..."

The idiot held Smila and let her lie down slowly. As she lay down, the hair covering her neck spread out, exposing her neck.

………………………… Bug bites?

On the pale neck, there were two small red spots. I don't know what it is.

Smila saw idiots staring at her neck. As two men and women who were not husband and wife, nor boyfriend and girlfriend, it was a bit of a gaffe to let a man look at his naked neck. Therefore, Smila hurriedly used her hair to cover her neck. And the idiot closed his eyes and stopped looking.

"I'm sorry... I'm... sleepy..."

After taking the medicine, Smila's eyes closed again tiredly. The idiot looked at her face without saying a word.

"Idiot... sir... It's... I'm sorry... I troubled you..."

"But... I now... I want to sleep... Look..."

The idiot knew what she meant. As a woman, there is still some sense of self-prevention after all. I'm afraid she can't allow herself to fall asleep unguardedly in front of other men, right?

In response, the idiot nodded and stood up. In the process, Smila kept apologizing. But the voice of apology was gradually attacked by sleepiness, becoming less and less severe, and finally disappeared.

She fell asleep.

The idiot looked at her sad sleeping face and was silent.

Afterwards, he turned his head and continued to look at the photo on the altar. Looking at this man who had passed away three years ago and left his wife alone.

"……………………call……………………"

Idiot, shook his head.

Afterwards, he began to pick up the messy items on the ground and put them back in place one by one. That is, while sorting out these clutter, he saw one of the bills.

"Tax Collection"

The idiot glanced at Smila who was already sleeping on the bed and opened the bill.

Taxes, ten sura and five inel.

The last date for collection...

It's today.

The bill is not stamped, which means that it has not been paid. Judging from the chaos on the ground...Smila should have suddenly fallen ill when she wanted to leave with these bills...

The idiot frowned, took the small bag that had fallen on the floor with the bill, and opened it. There are no more, no less, just ten sula and five Inel. Seeing this, the idiot took the money bag and the bill, reopened the umbrella, left this room, and went to the administrative agency and office on this "island".

The office in the rain is like a layer of unknown smoke.

Idiots have wandered around this "island" and finally found that the government offices here are still open for work.

This is a small three-story building. The sign hanging at the door was wet by rain and turned a little gray-black. But the open door still made the idiot kick and walked up slowly.

There is no one at the front desk on the first floor.

The idiot glanced at the list of departments next to it, saw the address of the "Service" window, and walked over.

But... still no one.

The idiot thought about it for a while, and began to open the doors of each room in this building one by one, but as far as he could see it, no one was seen.

People?

The idiot returned to the first floor and started thinking about the distribution map. After a while, his gaze stayed on the third floor of the map. There... is marked with a room like this——

District mayor’s office.

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The wet stairs will make a creak every time they fall.

The idiot listened to his footsteps, and walked up the stairs little by little.

Squeak-squeak-squeak-

In the silent corridor, the sound from him was hovering everywhere. At this moment, even the sound of rain has been isolated, it seems that the whole world, only his footsteps, the sound coming from...

Squeak—Squeak—Squeak…………………………

Let go of the idiot's footsteps.

Then, when it fell, there was no more creaking sound.

He came to the third floor, next to the exit of the stairs, silently lowered his head. Then, waiting...

Humming... Humming...

Over there, there was the sound of footsteps.

At the corner of the line of sight, the waves of footsteps began to slowly approach here.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, there are also some more weird sounds. That... seems to be the sound of chewing? Does it sound like it is sucking in?

The idiot held his breath, leaning against the wall next to the stairs, silent.

He just listened, listened... and then waited...

waiting……

The arrival of that footstep...

Hum... Hum...

The sound of footsteps stopped.

Stopped at that corner.

Stopped behind the wall at a ninety degree angle to the idiot.

The idiot lowered his head and looked at his toes. Afterwards, he slowly raised his head and looked at the corner...

Hiss hiss hiss ————

Some long objects like worms slowly crawled over from the corner

These worms move very slowly, and their long bodies are constantly wriggling on the wall very quickly. These worms have already approached the idiot, less than five centimeters away from his ears.

"what happened?"

However, just at this moment, a male voice came, causing the worms to squirm and pause.

"If there is nothing wrong, can you please come here again? I think we can continue to talk about the development of the region."

The wriggling worm, shaking.

After a while, these worms slowly retracted. Only the wet traces on the wall were left.

The idiot did not turn his head, but continued to stand at the top of the stairs, with his back against the wall, motionless.

His complexion didn't change at all, he still looked down at his toes. At this moment, he seems to have become a statue, a statue that has no emotions, does not move, and does not breathe. V