Chapter 1338

It was so late that there were few people on the street outside.

"I hope you'll come with me."

In front of the white man almost stubborn said.

The doctor wanted to say something to refuse, but he couldn't say anything to Ji Rao's eyes. As if instinct was suppressing him, there was a voice in his heart telling him that if he refused, the consequences would be hard to bear.

The doctor was silent for a while, and the people in front of him were also silent, as if he was just waiting for an answer. As for how long he waited, he didn't care very much.

“…… All right

The doctor picked up his suitcase and then brought it out again. Because the light in the room was dim, his legs were not very sharp, and his action was very slow. But when he came to the door, he found that Ji Rao's posture didn't change at all.

What he looked like when he turned around, what he was now, and even the radian of his head was almost unchanged.

He pressed down the strange feeling in his heart, shrunk his hand and said, "let's go."

He followed Ji Rao to go out. Along the way, he wanted to hear what disease the next patient had, so that he could have a number in his heart. But the person next to him obviously doesn't want to talk. He just walks before his own step. No matter he slows down or speeds up, he will always walk before his own step.

I don't know if it's his illusion. He thinks that there are very few people in the street today. The road ahead is dark, like a fierce beast that has opened its mouth. It's just waiting for someone to throw himself into the net. The cold wind is blowing. It's even more terrible.

When the doctor woke up and looked at it carefully, he found that there were more than a few people in the street. He looked back and found that there was no one else in the street except him and the man in white beside him, and there were few lights around.

He suddenly turned back, is on a cold line of sight, the cold sweat on his forehead all of a sudden down.

Ji Rao looks back at him with some doubts. His face is very pale. When he looks at others without moving, he will be filled with the death of ghosts. No matter how delicate his face is, he can't resist it. There is a difference between the living and the dead.

Ji Rao just didn't know why the doctor stopped, but the doctor's heart was beating wildly. The ghost story he heard as a child reappeared in his mind.

"Doctor?"

"Ah?" The doctor put out his hand to wipe the sweat on his head. He didn't find that his voice was shaking. "How long do we have to be here?"

Ji Rao is acutely aware that the doctor is afraid of himself.

He looked back and pointed in a distant direction. "If you can't walk any more, I can take you there."

With?

There is nothing here. How can he take himself there?

But the monotonous tone of the person in front of him seems that he can really take himself to the past.

The doctor couldn't help swallowing.

He really didn't want to go forward. It looked like a road with no way back.

"Can you tell me what's wrong with the patient?"

"Gunshot wounds."

Ji Rao turned his head and looked at him. The outline seemed to be carved by ice and snow. After a moment, he looked at the sweating doctor and said in a soft voice, "you are too slow."

Before he finished speaking, the doctor's legs were soft. When he wanted to say something, he saw something slowly coming out behind Ji Rao.