"Has the alarm bell been rung?"
Lin Fan instinctively looked at the old woman selling apples. Sensing Lin Fan's gaze, the old woman raised her head and smiled kindly.
She greeted him warmly.
"Young man, would you like to buy some apples?"
"Grandma's apples are so good, they're sweet and crisp. If you give them to your loved one, she'll like you more."
"Do you have a girl you like?"
Hearing the old woman's greeting, Lin Fan smiled, concealed the alarm bell in his sleeve, and stepped over to the fruit stand, squatting down.
Looking at the neatly arranged apples in front of him, resembling a small mountain, a deep-seated doubt appeared on Lin Fan's face.
The alarm bells have stopped ringing.
He turned around abruptly, looking at the crowds coming and going on the sidewalk behind him, but found nothing.
'Could it be that some deeply hidden evil spirit just passed by me?' he wondered to himself.
In cities, some highly intelligent evil spirits disguise themselves among the crowd and live as humans.
For example, painted skins and nightmares are evil spirits that are hidden among people and are difficult to detect.
The alarm bell just rang, or perhaps he just brushed past some evil spirit hiding in the crowd.
Furthermore, according to the spider, many of these evil spirits do not like to harm or kill people, making them difficult to detect.
Therefore, if you don't encounter them under normal circumstances, there's no need to specifically seek them out and hunt them.
"Young man, young man?"
Behind him, the old woman selling apples continued to beckon to Lin Fan.
"Don't you have a girl you like?" the old woman asked in surprise.
Seeing Lin Fan frowning and remaining silent, the old woman chuckled and said, "It's okay if you don't have a girl you like, don't be shy, boys are fine too..."
"An apple represents love; if you give it to him, he will feel it."
"hehe..."
Lin Fan's lips twitched. Taking advantage of the opportunity to flip through the apples, he brought the alarm bells close to the apples to check them over. After confirming that the alarm bells had not sounded, he gave up.
He smiled apologetically at the old woman, indicating that he had already bought the fruit basket, and then got up and continued walking towards the hospital.
Lin Fan's departure did not elicit any negative reaction from the old woman. She smiled and watched him leave, then called out again:
"Apples for sale! Love apples!"
"Give this to your goddess, and she'll fall in love with your love apple!"
"Give this to a domineering CEO, and he'll fall in love with your love apple—a love apple that's been through a power outage, divorced, with kids, and remarried three times."
...
Guided by the hospital signage, Lin Fan arrived at the fifth floor of the hospital and saw a familiar figure as soon as he stepped out of the elevator.
Aloof and slender.
It is precisely because of this that Mu Yourong.
Upon seeing Lin Fan emerge from the elevator, Mu Yourong was visibly taken aback for a moment before walking towards him.
Today she wore a stylish and elegant white suit, revealing her fair calves and arms, and her slender, swan-like neck. Combined with her fair and aloof face, she looked like a cold, withered lily.
"Lin Fan, you've come to see the principal too."
"Yes, I heard yesterday that the principal was at the IcU, so I wanted to come and see him."
Lin Fan answered casually, and naturally brushed past her as he walked towards the ICU.
Mu Yourong stopped, a deeply hidden embarrassment flashing across her usually cool face. It quickly returned to its usual cool demeanor. She followed Lin Fan to the entrance of the ICU and looked inside together.
For some reason, Lin Fan's face kept flashing through her mind. This made her, who was usually calm, feel a little nervous.
The clear, clean glass revealed the scene inside the ward: Principal Li Mu lay on a clean and tidy hospital bed, his body covered in tubes.
"What did the doctor say?" Lin Fan asked with some concern.
Mu Yourong was stunned for a moment, her nervousness causing her to think in a somewhat erratic way:
"doctor?"
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Lin Fan was taken aback upon hearing this, and turned to look at her with surprise: "I mean... the principal's illness."
"Oh, oh, the principal is out of danger." Mu Yourong's pale, paper-thin face instantly turned bright red.
She quickly explained, "The principal took some medication that day that overtaxed his body, and now he's very weak and needs rest, which is why he's been in a coma. The doctor said he'll definitely wake up within a month; he's just recovering right now..."
"Don't worry," Mu Yourong said after a moment's hesitation.
"Well, since the principal is alright, I'll be going now." Lin Fan placed the fruit basket at the nurses' station and turned to leave.
Mu Yourong stood in the corridor, watching his back with a complicated expression.
Stepping out of the ward building, the sun was already high in the sky, and the warm morning sun felt comforting on my skin.
People came and went around them; some were anxious, some were numb, some were in pain, and some held their newborn babies with joy on their faces.
People around him displayed a myriad of human emotions, and Lin Fan blended in expressionlessly, walking with the flow of people out of the hospital.
Not long after he left, Mu Yourong also quietly departed.
Morgue
Old Zhang, carrying a green glass bottle, sipped the bulk liquor he'd gotten from outside the hospital. He sat drunkenly on a dirty chair, his eyes glazed over as he stared at the locked freezers.
He picked up the bottle and made a toasting gesture towards the freezers.
"Friends, brothers and sisters, come on, let's have a drink!"
He poured a mouthful of cheap liquor onto the ground in front of him, and the strong smell of low-quality alcohol instantly filled the air.
"Ah—life, in the end, whether you're poor or rich, hungry or full, powerful or powerless, in the end you're all lying in this cold closet, crying out to heaven and earth in vain..."
"They all boss me around, they all oppress me, but in the end, even when they die, they'll still be under my control..."
He looked at the freezers, drunkenly babbling incoherently.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, a knocking sound rang out. Old Zhang tilted his head and looked around with bleary, drunken eyes.
"Hmm..."
"Where did that knocking noise come from? How rude! Don't they know hospitals need to be quiet? Whose child is that?"
He craned his neck and looked out the window. There was no one in the square outside, not even children. Confirming that the little boy who was hiding somewhere had run away, Zhang Laowai took another gulp of his drink.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
The sound of impact rang out again. Old Zhang's eyes widened as he glared out the window, but there was still nothing there. There were no children playing around.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
This time, he finally heard where the sound was coming from.
The alcohol in his stomach turned into cold sweat that trickled down his neck, and Zhang Laowai felt as if he were enveloped in endless cold.
He turned back, trembling, and looked at the rows of modular freezers that resembled building blocks. The second refrigerator door was in the bottom left corner.
The sound was coming from there.
He instinctively wanted to run away, but the sound coming from the cabinet made him stop in his tracks.
"Where am I? It's so dark! It's so cold!"
"Someone please save me—let me out—"
The voice was gentle and pitiful; just by listening to it, you could tell it belonged to an extremely beautiful woman.
Zhang Laowai couldn't help but recall the woman's information.
Name: Li Xiaoli
Age: 22
Occupation: Alcohol promoter at Platinum Business KTV
Cause of death: Alcohol poisoning
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