Hospital No. 444

This question has always puzzled David.

However, everyone has always been in awe of the mysterious temple and dare not violate it. Therefore, under normal circumstances, everyone will choose to report the number. Anyway, there are only a few people and not much time is wasted. So, this has always been a routine ritual.

but……

David remembers it clearly.

That was when he was fourteen years old. One night, he had fallen asleep and suddenly heard a loud noise.

After David was woken up, he got up and looked outside. He saw his father's friend, Uncle Lei, coming to him.

"Third uncle?"

David discovered at that time that Uncle Lei, who was usually very tough, was reduced to tears.

"Lao Dai, something happened, something big happened! The village chief asked us not to talk outside, but, I'm afraid!"

It was the first time David saw Uncle Lei crying like that.

I remember that when my third uncle’s parents passed away, he didn’t even cry so sadly.

At that time, Uncle Lei was the patrol leader that month.

"Stop looking, come in quickly." At this time, his mother came over and forcibly took him into the house.

And when the door finally closed, the last words David heard were...

"Something happened. When counting, there were too many..."

Before I could finish listening, the door closed.

"David," his mother reminded him: "When Uncle Lei comes to our house, don't tell anyone. Don't tell your sister either. Do you understand?"

One month later…

Uncle Lei completely disappeared in Nanming Village.

And no matter who David asked, he got no answer.

Uncle Lei...

Where did it go?

Nobody knows.

David actually had a terrifying guess in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Okay. In that room, you first write down the food supplies you want to receive on paper, and then burn them in it. But don't write too much. It's impossible to get as much as you want. Generally, you can only Give as appropriate.”

At this time, David heard the person next to him say: "This job is getting easier and easier. If I work for a few more years, I will retire."

"I heard that the village chief is considering extending the retirement age of the patrol team. After all, there are fewer and fewer young adults in the village. Now, young people are afraid to have children. There is only such a small clinic in the village. If you have a child, If there is a problem, there is nothing we can do to save it.”

Ten years...

The villagers have gradually become accustomed to this life that is like being imprisoned. Although no one says it directly, everyone is clearly aware of a problem: I am afraid that rescue may not be possible.

Although Nanmin Village is located in a remote area, it is not an uninhabited land in the northwest. Moreover, at the time of the accident, this village was a key village in the poverty alleviation project. When the white fog first came, there were still several cadres from above in the village.

Under such circumstances, there is no reason to wait for rescue. It is simply unreasonable. Even if there are monsters in the white mist, people can still be rescued by helicopter!

For ten years, the villagers have tried every means to communicate with the outside world. Try releasing balloons and placing SOS in open areas of the village. If not, some people even want to try raising homing pigeons to deliver messages outside. About six years ago, the villagers tried to dig a tunnel, but they soon realized that the so-called Foolish Old Man who moved mountains only sounded inspirational.

From the beginning, people cheered each other up and held out hope, and in the end, they completely accepted the cruel reality. One by one, they began to choose to lie down and accept the reality of being permanently imprisoned by this supernatural force. Many people have clearly realized a problem: it is very likely that they will be trapped in the village until they grow old and die.

Through the temple, you can get food and daily necessities, but it is impossible to get medicine. In this case, even a bad cold could kill someone. If you get a serious illness, there are no conditions for treatment. Based on the aging ratio of the village, the population of the village will become smaller and smaller in another ten years. But now, young people are not willing to have more children.

At least for David, if he got married now, he would definitely not want to have children. Not to mention that the medical conditions in the village are extremely risky for pregnant women to give birth, he does not want his children to be born in such a village shrouded in white fog. Like Dai Lan, he can only know what is outside the fog from books. What the world is like.

Ge Niancheng, the son of the village chief, was one of the first young people to recognize the reality. He is the first person in the history of this poor village to be admitted to university. After graduating from college, the village chief actually wanted him to become a village official for college students, but he insisted on taking root in the city and even decided to buy a house there.

Ten years ago, he went home to celebrate the New Year when the New Year was approaching and said that he would go back to his hometown with his girlfriend the next year. As a result, this heavy fog forced him to stay permanently in this remote village where he had already left. He could only marry the girls in the village and live his life.

He himself has participated in many patrols and served as captain. After that, David often saw him sitting at the entrance of the village looking at the heavy fog with a sad face. His bright future and his first love were completely wiped out by this heavy fog.

"Appeared! Appeared!"

David's thoughts were interrupted, and then he looked over.

The door to that room was opened again.

At this time, there were nine straight bamboo poles inside. Under the bamboo poles, there are porcelain dolls that look like tumblers. These porcelain dolls have different expressions, but all of them have squinted eyes and blushed cheeks.

The mouths of the porcelain dolls are open, and the back of the head can be seen completely.

This section... is used to insert the bamboo pole. The mouth section is actually relatively tight and narrow. After inserting the bamboo pole, it can be firmly attached to the bamboo pole.

This bamboo pole is all green and about one meter long. It seems very light, but when you actually pick it up, it feels a bit heavy.

It's incredible. You know, there was still nothing in this room just now. But now, when I open the door, there are these extra things!

So far, no one knows what kind of connection there is between the temple and the white mist.

"Choose your own bamboo poles and porcelain dolls. Once you have selected them, take them home directly. At 8:30 in the evening, we will meet at the old place at the east entrance of the village."

"Old place?" David asked curiously.

"Go back and ask Dad, he knows."

Choosing bamboo poles is not difficult, they all look the same anyway.

The hard part is choosing a porcelain doll.

Porcelain dolls are the key to staying alive during patrols. This is the same for every villager.

David looked at the porcelain dolls. Some were smiling, some were crying, some looked like they were glaring with anger, and some had expressions that were quite weird and indescribable.

David had no choice but to ask Lin Tai: "Lin, Captain Lin, different porcelain dolls...are there no strong or weak differences in their ability to save lives?"

"In this regard, no obvious difference has been found yet."

In contrast, obviously no one wants to choose a porcelain doll with a sad face. It looks really unlucky!

So, everyone else had made their choices, leaving only a porcelain doll with a crying face.

"Okay, you choose this one." Lin Tai picked up the porcelain doll and handed it to David: "Take it... Remember, only with the porcelain doll around can you survive on patrol."

"okay."

"Go back first and have a good sleep. We have to patrol for three hours at night, so getting enough sleep is very important."

"okay."

On the way home, David put the bamboo pole under his arm and held the porcelain doll in his hand, feeling a little uneasy.

The porcelain doll closed her eyes tightly and looked like she was crying...

Can this thing help me?

Back home, David showed his porcelain doll to his parents and Dai Lan.

"Dad," David asked with some concern, "This porcelain doll looks like she's crying. Is that okay?"

Dai Lan also felt a little uneasy looking at it: "Why does this porcelain doll look like it has been bullied?"

"It's okay." David's father said directly: "Go to bed now and recuperate!"