my cthulhu game

Chapter 54 Thanks to Almighty Science

at the same time.

Municipal Second Hospital.

"Doctor, is he still alive?" Patrolman Old Tang asked worriedly.

"We are still in the rescue, comrade police, contact the family members..." The doctor was halfway through speaking, and suddenly remembered that he was a foreigner. "...Contact the family members first. If the family members are not in the country, please contact the unit first."

The doctor didn't answer Old Tang's question directly, but Old Tang could see the answer from his expression.

Watching this scene, Patrolman Old Tang felt a little sad in his heart.

After all, this is a young, fresh life!How can you say that you are dead?
After the train stopped, Old Tang found Pale Winkton's unconscious body on the other side of the railway.It appeared that he had avoided the train at the last minute and hadn't been sucked under the tracks by the draft.

But when Old Tang saw blood oozing from Pare Winkton's mouth and nose, he finally realized the seriousness of the matter...

He rushed the man to the hospital. The preliminary diagnosis showed that the young man's eardrum was ruptured and he was in a deep coma. It may be the sudden fainting and cardiac arrest caused by the stimulation of infrasonic waves.

"That kind of old-fashioned motorcycle that is about to be obsolete," Old Tang was full of doubts, "can it set off infrasound waves that are enough to kill people?"

……

The next day.

early morning.

In Dr. Todd's intensive care unit.

The great musicians from the early 19th century awoke from their slumbers.

Looking at the spotless ward, he felt as if he was in another world.

After becoming completely deaf, he moved the family to the outskirts of Vienna.The environment here gives him peace of mind.Doctors advised him not to drink, which taxed his failing liver and stomach, but occasionally he still chose to drink away his sorrows and throw his only servant out of the house in a fit of unwarranted rage.

After the premiere of the Ninth Symphony, the old musician knew that his time was numbered.Surgery and healthy lifestyle habits can't save themselves.

It was like this yesterday, he was the only one in the lonely villa.The great musician is going to write a new quartet, compose while drinking a stuffy drink.The sheet music at hand ran out before he knew it, so he got up and went to the living room, where he vaguely remembered that there should be a few blank sheets of sheet music.

You can imagine how angry he was when he saw a thief entering the living room and throwing his beloved manuscripts all over the floor.At that moment, he almost forgot that he was an old man in his 50s and rushed towards the man desperately.

Perhaps intimidated by his imposing manner, the thief turned and fled.Relying on the strength of alcohol, the old musician chased after him...

A white door appeared in front of them as if by magic, and the thief rushed in desperately, followed by himself.

The following memories were fragmented (MP and SAN will be forcibly lost through the portal of the ancients, and HP will be deducted after failing the physical examination), and even the old musician suspected that everything that happened yesterday was a dream, and he was still in a daze. Sleeping soundly in a house in Vienna.

……Do not.

More and more memories flooded my mind.The detail is so real that it is enough for a great musician to decide that it is not an illusion.

The strange yellow man dragged himself into a car.The carriage ran like a wind-speeding electric engine, but no horses were seen pulling the carriage, and there was no sense of bumps.

The seats in the car are also very comfortable, reminiscent of the big sofas in those noble homes.

But what shocked the great musicians the most was the towering buildings on the street, which pierced into the sky like the legendary Tower of Babel and were brightly lit in the dark.Great musicians have never imagined that there are such cities in the world.

The inspiration in the great musician's mind overflowed again.

Maybe I'm already dead and this is heaven?

Damn it!Regardless of whether I am qualified to go to heaven, the air in heaven cannot be so bad.Do angels in heaven burn coal and use steam engines like mortals?
There is no doubt that he is still alive.

The stomach was empty, but the old musician unexpectedly felt that he still had some energy (actually because of the glucose injection).

He observed the room with great interest—the bed under him was extremely soft, the floor was covered with white carpets, the taupe wallpaper was painted with simple patterns, and there was a still life painting hanging on one wall.On the other side of the bed was a small round table with a wooden chair beside it.

There was a strange iron pipe (infusion stand) standing beside the bed, but what puzzled him the most was a dark thing (TV) on the wall opposite the bed, which looked like some kind of decoration.He couldn't recognize what material it was, but he could bet that it was very expensive, perhaps more expensive than the rest of the room combined.

If it wasn't for the pungent potion smell in the air - he would almost have thought it was a room in the palace.But those nobles would not let their rooms be filled with this smell, so Beethoven concluded that the owner of the room must be a wealthy businessman and used the room as his temporary ward.

Beethoven touched his pocket.He ran out of the house in a hurry without a floring around him.Of course, after seeing this magical city, the great musician didn't think that Vienna's coins could be used here.To be honest, as a musician, his fame is already great, but it still has nothing to do with being "rich".

In the end the old musician decided to be optimistic.His extraordinary will allowed him to show amazing adaptability to the environment—although there was no evidence, he instinctively felt that what happened to him was neither a miracle nor a trick of the devil.Maybe there is still a continent on this earth that has not been discovered by people, and like the protagonists in "Arabian Nights", I was brought here by wonderful creatures like elves.

He opened the curtains, thinking that the city might be more beautiful in the daytime; but to the disappointment of the old musician, the opposite of the window was not the outdoors.

In a larger white room behind spotless glass windows, a group of people in white coats—Europeans and Orientals alike—busts about.

The old musician sighed.The luxurious decoration here is beyond his imagination.He knocked on the transparent window pane as if it didn't exist, and heard a thumping sound.

"...?"

Beethoven wondered if there was something wrong with his ears; he hadn't heard anything for a long time.

"Cough!" He coughed heavily.

Then he made sure... Although it sounded a little slight, his ears undoubtedly picked up the coughing sound.

hearing.

Can I hear you?
The body of the lion-like man trembled.He stretched his hand towards his ear and found a little something there.

"mi.mi.fa.so;so.fa.mi.re;do.do.re.mi;mi.re.re"

He hummed a simple note casually, at first he couldn't hear it clearly, but as the voice grew louder, the melody undoubtedly reached his ears.

Dr. Todd came in.

"You're awake," said Dr. Miguo in fluent German. "Your auditory nerve has lesions, but it's okay. Thanks to the almighty science, you are very suitable for using our new electronic hearing aids. Because it has not been adjusted, it may still be a little Blur—hello? What's the matter with you?"

"Thank God," the great musician who had regained his hearing turned his back to Dr. Todd, "Who are you?"

"I'm a doctor," said Dr. Todd. "We've got a full set of tests and treatments to do today. I heard you humming, Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, right?"

Mr. Beethoven who was a little touched just now: -_-||
So you heard the Ninth Symphony just performed, but you don't recognize me?Well, this kind of thing is also common.

Before the old musician could react, Todella passed a wheelchair.

"Come on, a special nurse will pick you up later."

"I can walk by myself..."

(End of this chapter)