Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Lu Jia stood at the door, with his head tilted slightly, his hands hanging down naturally, and his eyes staring blankly at the man on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, he walked over and squatted down, and used two fingers to make gestures above the man's eye sockets, as if he wanted to take a look, but he remembered something, frowned slightly, and took his hands back.

He stood up and tapped his fingers on the side of his legs. Few people would dare to trespass into his territory without authorization, and still sleep like this unscrupulously. He closed and opened his dark eyes, walked straight past, and entered the bathroom.

When he came out, the man was still awake.

Lu Jia stepped over the man, entered the living room and turned on the TV.

The news was broadcast on the screen, from various social situations to important international events, he kept his eyes half-closed from beginning to end, staring at the coffee table in a daze. After a while, he walked over and unplugged the optical fiber.

In the monitoring room of the inpatient department, the dean silently looked at Fang Zhuo who opened the door of 668 and walked in without knowing what to do.

The surveillance video was dragged by the security until now, they only saw Lu Jia go in, but they didn't see Fang Zhuo come out again.

The nurse's eyes were red, "Dean, why don't you go in and have a look?"

The dean's face darkened, "Why don't you go?"

"I, I don't dare either."

Lu Jia's face is indeed very beautiful, but he has a pair of dark eyes. When those eyes stare at you silently, there will be an inexplicable pressure, which can suffocate people without him getting close.

The dean sighed worriedly, Lu Jia was uncontrollable, like a bomb, in case the new Dr. Zhao was really injured, as the dean, he must be responsible.

"Forget it, let me go and have a look."

On the way the dean went to the inpatient department, Fang Zhuo woke up.

He yawned, turned over on his side, rubbed his sore tailbone with his backhand, and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the white wall, he was stunned, and sat up abruptly, what the hell, why did he suddenly fall asleep!

With a shock in his pocket, Fang Zhuo took out his mobile phone, and 233 sent many messages, all with the same content.

[Warning: When the courier crosses the space-time barrier, his soul is slightly damaged, please be vigilant at all times. 】

After roughly counting, there were a total of more than [-] posts, which shows that Brother Ah San is very worried about him.

Fang Zhuo had many questions in his mind, but now was not the time to ask, because he found that he was still in Lu Jia's ward.

Looking back at the door of the ward, it was already closed, could it be that Lu Jia came back?

It is now eight o'clock in the evening. When the sun sets, the curtain of night is pulled down, making the room where the lights have not been turned on very dark. Fang Zhuo searched around, but he didn't see the switch, so he could only feel the wall and walk in.

"Lu Jia." Fang Zhuo shouted towards the inside.

no answer.

He continued to move forward, and when he passed the TV, he found that it was covered with snowflakes.

Fang Zhuo touched his cold arm, and his voice became hoarse, "Lu Jia, are you there? I'm the new doctor today. My name is Zhao Jiayi. I hope we can—ah!"

On the edge of the window sill, there was a black figure, motionless, which startled him.

Lu Jia didn't seem to hear, he looked at the chessboard in front of him quietly, without any movement.

Fang Zhuo touched his beating heart, stretched his neck to see——

Great, it's chess, which he just doesn't know.

"Are you playing chess?" Fang Zhuo tried his best to step on his weak legs, walked up to Lu Jia, and stretched out a hand, "Hello."

Lu Jian dropped the chess pieces.

Fang Zhuo's hand hangs awkwardly in the air, he boldly stretches his hand forward slowly.

Lu Jia put down the chess pieces and stood up suddenly, his face expressionless and his eyes dead.

The courage in Fang Zhuo's heart was forced back, and he gave up the idea of ​​touching the tip of the opponent's nose to confirm the target

He was afraid that the other party would really break his finger.

Lu Jia went to the inside, where there was a white bed. He lay down with his clothes closed, his eyes closed, his legs together, his hands folded on his lower abdomen, sleeping like a dead man.

Fang Zhuo walked over, "Isn't it uncomfortable for you to sleep like this? I like to lie on my right side. This position can relax the whole body. Do you want to try it?"

As he spoke, he straightened up, and was about to break the opponent's arm, when he suddenly saw a white thing that looked like a giant egg beside the man's pillow.

"Is this your toy?" Fang Zhuo didn't expect Lu Jia to have a child's heart under his indifferent appearance. He was very surprised, "Can I have a look?"

Lu Jia opened his eyes without warning, and stared at Fang Zhuo's eyes without blinking.

Just when Fang Zhuo thought he would be rejected, the other party reached out and picked up the toy and handed it over.

At that moment, Fang Zhuo wanted to die.

What the fuck is this?A skull? ?

He was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, didn't even have the strength to get up, he propped himself on the ground and kept rubbing back, countless kinds of origins of this skull appeared in his mind.

Lu Jia got off the bed, still holding the skull in his hand, and quietly walked in front of Fang Zhuo.

He held up the skull and looked at it, then looked at the panicked man, and then, Fang Zhuo finally saw the first expression on his face.

Puzzled.

Fleeting.

Fang Zhuo's heart was pounding, and he felt like urinating from the fright. He clamped his legs tightly and set his eyes on the skull.

To be exact, this is an incomplete skull. Its eyes are covered with skin, and the eye sockets are not black holes. There are a pair of beautiful eyes inside, with thick eyelashes. I don’t know what material it is made of. It looks like the real thing. .

Other than that, there are gray and white bones, like an incomplete work, of course, it may also be a completed work.

After all, the world and aesthetics of the mentally ill are difficult for ordinary people to understand.

At this moment, Fang Zhuo refused to inquire, he just wanted to run out, and then eat a bowl of Malatang to suppress his shock.

Lu Jia was like a statue, staring at him motionlessly with those dark eyes.

Fang Zhuo leaned against the wall and stood up little by little, "It's very late now, be good, go to bed first, I'll come to play with you tomorrow."

Lu Jia still didn't speak, but when Fang Zhuo moved towards the door, he also moved along, no matter the movement range and distance, he kept in sync with Fang Zhuo.

Fang Zhuo's scalp was numb, and he didn't know how to get rid of it.

He searched in his memory, but he couldn't find any symptoms similar to Lu Jia's at this time... It seemed that things were not going well.

"Lu Jia, do you have something you want to tell me?" Fang Zhuo's voice was soft, and he smiled like a close brother, "If you don't want to say it, you can write it on paper and tell me."

Lu Jia blinked, turned and walked towards the coffee table, Fang Zhuo ran away, and was about to escape, when the closed door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, he didn't stop the car, and ran straight into it.

"Doctor Zhao, you, are you okay!"

The dean looked anxious, and pulled away Fang Zhuo's hand covering his forehead, his face paled in shock, "Doctor Zhao, your forehead is bleeding."

Fang Zhuo didn't care too much, because he saw a shadow dragged by the moonlight, approaching him from behind, "The dean will leave it to you, if you have something to say tomorrow!"

"Zhao..." The dean bent down to pick up the wallet on the ground, and said to the empty corridor, "You lost your wallet."

Fang Zhuo couldn't hear it, but Lu Jia heard it. He took the wallet from the dean, opened it, and there was a bareheaded photo inside.

There is a very slight difference between the man in the photo and the man who just appeared in his room.

Their eyes are subtly different.

Lu Jia closed the wallet, handed it back to the dean, and handed him a piece of paper, then walked back inside, lay straight on the bed, and closed his eyes quietly after a while.

Holding the paper, the dean was at a loss, not understanding what Lu Jia wanted to express.

So after going downstairs, he handed the note to Fang Zhuo who just finished urinating and was sitting in the garden to calm his heartbeat.

The handwriting on the white paper is strong and beautiful, but Fang Zhuo can't appreciate it at all, he just finds it inexplicable.

He shivered severely, "Dean, have you seen Lu Jia's skull?"

The dean's face changed drastically when he thought of the skull, and he said in a low voice, "Yes, I was scared to death when I saw it for the first time."

"You, do you know where it came from?" When Fang Zhuo said it, his voice was so loud that his heart was about to jump out.

The dean trembled even more than he did, "Okay, okay, it seems like he did it himself."

"Did you do it yourself?" Fang Zhuo stopped shaking. Many art students have drawn skulls. A thorough understanding of the bone structure of the brain is very beneficial for avatars and sketches.

So after a long time of trouble, that kid is just a fanatic of painting art? ?

Fang Zhuo felt that the possibility was quite high, and he felt relieved, and asked again: "What is it made of? Plaster? Clay?"

The dean recalled carefully, "I don't know the details. When he first came, the skull hadn't formed yet, and it seemed to be only a wire frame. The one you see today took him three years to use a little bit of material. Stuffed out of the package."

"What about the skin and eyes on it?"

"It's a simulation, don't you think it's a living person's face?" The dean said that he fell silent suddenly, tilted his head, and stared carefully at Fang Zhuo's eyes.

After a long while, Fang Zhuo uttered something that made Fang Zhuo horrified, "Don't tell me, Doctor Zhao, your eyes are quite similar to that head's eyes, no, they are exactly the same."

The surrounding area was silent, the woods in the distance rustled, and the cool wind passed through the woods, like an invisible hand, suddenly brushed against the back of Fang Zhuo's neck, he stood up with a pale face, "Dean, you are thinking too much Well, I've never seen him before."

The dean is still watching.

Fang Zhuo rubbed the goosebumps on the back of his neck, fearing that he would say something more terrifying, so he hurriedly changed the subject, "Dean, I am going to work for the first time today, am I not on duty yet? If not, I will leave work first."

The dean's thinking was kidnapped, and he nodded, "Are you planning to go back to the dormitory of the People's Hospital? Since you are temporarily transferred here, why don't you move your things here too, so as not to run between the city and the suburbs, which is troublesome."

Fang Zhuo thought about it and said, "Okay, I'll bring everything here tomorrow morning."

The bus back to the city from the Fifth Hospital was picked up early, in order to save some money, Fang Zhuo trotted all the way, and finally caught up with the last bus. Along the way, the director's words were always in his mind.

He carefully recalled the appearance of the skull, and turned to look at the reflection on the window. Is it really similar?

There are many doctors and nurses in the People's Hospital. The original owner was assigned to an old building. The corridors were in disrepair for a long time, the walls were peeling off, and the lights in the stairwell were broken.

In the dormitory, the roommate was playing games with earphones on. When Fang Zhuo came in, he took off the earphones.

"Doctor Zhao, how is the Fifth Hospital? I heard that the treatment of the doctors there is pretty good."

Fang Zhuo joked with him, "Then let's change?"

The colleague hurriedly waved his hands, "Farewell, I can't bear it."

Fang Zhuo didn't speak anymore, he lowered his head and started to pack his things. The original owner didn't have many things, only his mobile phones. The old mobile phones he replaced were all installed and neatly placed in a locked cabinet.

As soon as the cabinet door was opened, colleagues rushed over.

This was the first time he saw his roommate open this precious cabinet, he gave a thumbs up, "Doctor Zhao, you are awesome."

From the very first Nokia to the previous model, there are more than [-] mobile phones.

In order to engage in these things, the original owner had to pay a staggeringly high monthly credit card payment, often withdrawing cash from one card to fill another card, and ended up chomping on steamed buns by himself.

Fang Zhuo was in so much pain that he put the mobile phones and phones into the luggage bag, and then turned to pack his clothes.

The colleague saw something, "Are you going to move out?"

Fang Zhuo is cleaning up the razor that still has a beard hanging on it, "It's too far to go back to the urban area, just move back after I finish helping."

The colleague gave a "tsk", leaned forward and said, "Dr. Zhao, I think you have to be mentally prepared. It's easy to transfer away, but it's difficult to transfer back."

Fang Zhuo felt that it didn't matter, anyway, the person who wanted to do it was in the Fifth Hospital, and if he really wanted to transfer him back, he still didn't want to.

"It's okay, it's fine if you don't come back, the environment over there is very good."

The colleague was silent. He found that Dr. Zhao was not only good-tempered, but also very optimistic.

He stepped forward and patted Fang Zhuo on the shoulder, "Take care, I wish you good luck."

"Thank you." Fang Zhuo smiled, and the other party was taken aback, "Dr. Zhao, I found that your smile is different from before."

Fang Zhuo froze, unable to laugh, "What's the difference?"

The colleague scratched his head, unable to explain why, he said with a dry smile that it was probably an illusion, and ran back to continue playing games.

It was almost eleven o'clock after Fang Zhuo finished packing. He went downstairs to choose the Malatang that his family didn't have too much. After eating to his heart's content, he strolled all the way back and squatted at the stairs to let the wind blow through the hall.

He took out his mobile phone and turned it on, "Finally finished, let's talk, what's going on?"

233 raised an electronic cat, and switched to the text message interface after feeding the cat food, 【You don’t remember?I told you in the last world, the sequelae of time travel. 】

Fang Zhuo pressed his temples, and it took him a while to remember, "Forgetfulness, lethargy, decreased concentration, and...dementia?"

[Yes, but your narcolepsy is not serious, it should only occur once a month. 】

"..."

【Be patient, you will be able to get rid of these problems when I store up enough energy. 】

As if afraid of Fang Zhuo's anger, 233 deliberately chose a miserable emoticon package, 【Hold your head and cry.JPG】

Fang Zhuo wiped his face, wanting to hit someone even more.

Before dawn the next day, he went to the new unit with big bags and small bags.

The dormitory and the inpatient department of the Fifth Hospital are in the same building, connected by a corridor in the middle, probably due to the small number of medical staff, each person can have an exclusive dormitory.

Fang Zhuo put down his things, lay comfortably on the single bed for a while, and went to the cafeteria.

Mental hospitals have a set of timetables for patients. Meals, meals, entertainment, and sunbathing are all divided into clear time periods. The work and rest of doctors are similar to this, and the work and rest time is very healthy.

In the cafeteria, the doctors were busy eating. When Fang Zhuo came in, the dean raised his hand at him.

Fang Zhuo took a portion of soy milk fritters and walked over.

The dean said, "Is everything put away?"

Fang Zhuo said, "It's all good."

The dean nodded, drank two mouthfuls of porridge, and suddenly pressed Fang Zhuo's shoulder, "Lu Jia didn't cause any psychological shadow on you yesterday, did he?"

Fang Zhuo looked dejected, "Dean, to be honest, I..."

"Don't tell the truth." The dean interrupted him, and said with a deep face: "You stayed in his ward for five hours yesterday. Before that, no doctor could do it, which means that he allowed your contact. , which is a good thing for us."

After all, it is a ticking time bomb, if you send it away early, the whole hospital will be safe, and you will be the bomb defuser.

The latter sentence was conveyed by the dean with his eyes.

Fang Zhuo was terribly frightened yesterday. He didn't want to meet Lu Jia face to face for the time being. After dinner, he went back to the office and changed into a white coat. He was going to take care of the patients for breakfast with everyone.

Fang Zhuo held the spoon and raised it to a teenager's mouth, "Good boy, ah."

The boy refused to eat, with a look of fear on his face, "Doctor Zhao, I think there are pesticide residues on the vegetables, if I eat them, I will die."

This teenager is always full of fear of eating vegetables, so that his nutritional intake is unbalanced and he suffers from severe anemia.

Fang Zhuo didn't persuade like other nurses, "If you wash the vegetables yourself, wouldn't you have such worries?"

The young man frowned slightly, as if he was thinking. Fang Zhuo stared at his eyes for a moment, and there was a person reflected in those pupils, standing alone at the door of the cafeteria, just behind them.

He looked back suddenly, no one was there.

Fang Zhuo rubbed his temples, thinking that he must have been scared yesterday.

He pulled the boy's arm to stand up, and found that the boy was about the same size as himself. The boy was only 16 years old!

He hid the trauma in his heart, "Let's go, let's go to the back kitchen."

At this point in time, the fire in the back kitchen had ceased, and the chefs were cooking meals for the patients in front.

Fang Zhuo put a basket of vegetables in his pocket and handed it to the young man, "Go wash it yourself until you feel there is no danger, and then I will fry it for you."

The boy hesitated for a while, then walked towards the sink with the frame in his arms.

Fang Zhuo leaned on the door frame with his arms folded and looked at the young man. His posture was so handsome. Following the other's movements, he counted over and over again. Just when he was about to fall asleep, the young man stopped holding the frame and came over.

The boy called him, "Doctor Zhao."

The vegetables in the frame are green and oily, and they look delicious.

After a while, a plate of stir-fried vegetables came out of the pot. The boy was actually very hungry, but he was afraid of death, and he would rather be hungry than eat a bite of vegetables.

Today is different, he washed the dishes with his own hands, and watched the dishes being fried with his own eyes, so he felt more secure in his heart.

He carefully picked up a vegetable and put it in his mouth. It was refreshing and crisp, with the unique fragrance of green vegetables. He didn't have a stomachache, didn't want to vomit, and lived a good life.

The young man smiled brightly, "Thank you, Dr. Zhao."

Fang Zhuo stretched out his hand to rub his hair, the smile froze as soon as he put a smile on his face.

Directly in front of them, there was a young man with a delicate face, who stood silently looking at them for an unknown how long.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is definitely a face fabricated by the creator, especially when his lips are slightly pursed, it looks very cold, with a kind of superior and sharp.

Fang Zhuo swallowed nervously. This was the first time he saw Lu Jia's face clearly, and he was more shocked than surprised.

He moved his hands away stiffly, stuffed them into his white coat, and walked over with a smile, "Lu Jia, have you finished your breakfast?"

Lu Jia lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on Fang Zhuo's raised mouth, and his thick eyelashes blinked.

Fang Zhuo guessed that this should mean no food, and took the lead in front, "Come on, I'll take you to eat something."

The two were in front of each other, one seemed to be being chased by a ghost, walking fast in front, the other walked slowly, but because of the long legs and exaggerated strides, the distance between the two was always maintained.

The dean's eyeballs are about to fall off. What the hell is going on? Lu Jia usually eats in the kitchen with a small fire, and then the nurse sends them up.

Why did you suddenly come down today?

Fang Zhuo ordered him a bowl of porridge and a side dish, and passed the chopsticks over, "Eat."

Lu Jia didn't move, one of his hands was half-clenched into a fist and placed on his knee, probably holding something.

Fang Zhuo had a bad premonition in his heart, pretending not to see it, the two legs under the table were shaking rapidly because of nervousness and fear.

Lu Jia raised his hand in front of Fang Zhuo and spread it out.

There were two realistic fake eyeballs lying on his palm, seeing Fang Zhuo froze, Lu Jia moved his hand forward again, and the two eyeballs rolled back and forth in his palm.

Fang Zhuo leaned back desperately and was about to cry, "Brother, if you have something to say, speak up, brother, I don't need to be scared."

Lu Jia tilted his head, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak.

Fang Zhuo didn't expect him to be able to speak. After being dazed, he quickly turned into a gentle doctor, looking at him earnestly with hints of encouragement.

Due to not speaking for a long time, Lu Jia's voice was very hoarse, but his words were clear.

He said, "Your eyes, like this one, are the same as in my dream."