In a blink of an eye, Wu Xin had been staying in this ghost place where he didn't know where he was for seven days.

During these seven days, he didn't know how many times he had experienced. He drew the maximum dose that could be allowed just by drawing blood. There were countless other tests that could not be called famous. The most common colors were white, white, pale, pale, and white. Then he could not tell the gender, age, tall, short, fat and thin chemical protective clothing and gas masks.

One by one inspection, one by one sampling, frequent replacement of wards, and various unconscious detection instruments.

Many people can't stand it, and they are troubled by the problem. Wu Xin doesn't know what others do, but he's trying his best to endure it anyway.

Leaving is not a problem for him. There may be no cage in this world that can trap him, but what should I do if the consequences and impacts of leaving? Did I expose myself so early? Should I say goodbye to normal life from now on?

He did not have such determination, so he was still patient.

Last night, I finally transferred to the general ward. I met a doctor and nurse without chemical protective clothing for the first time. I also had a "patient" and started another seven-day "medical observation" life.

It started to rain outside. Wu Xin was lying on the bed, his hands were pillowing behind his head, listening to the sound of rain outside the negative pressure ward, staring at the white ceiling, and not moving for a long time.

The "patients" in the bed next door were frequently changing the TV channels, and their expressions were very anxious.

The phone was confiscated and there was no Internet. There was a lot of singing and dancing in the TV program. Not to mention related news, it seemed like nothing had happened, making people feel like they were forgotten.

This kind of forgetting makes people feel uneasy, for fear of being locked up like this.

With a ding sound, at 8 o'clock in the morning, breakfast was delivered. The patient jumped out of bed neatly, walked to the door a few steps and opened the pick-up window, "How long will we have to close? Where is my wife and children? Let me go out and let me go out. My mother is still in the hospital and can't be taken care of by anyone. Feel, come back..."

This patient is a middle-aged man in his forties. I don’t know what his name is, but Wu Xin never talked to him. He has been like this since he turned around last night.

It is logical that seven days are not seven years, but what everyone encounters is not ordinary things, and this situation makes people have to think about it.

"You said, are they going to keep us from locking us up for the rest of our lives, um!"

The middle-aged man scolded him for a long time, but no one paid attention to him. After a few minutes, he was tired. He took the breakfast dejectedly, put Wu Xin's portion on the bedside, and talked to him for the first time.

Wu Xin moved his eyes, then glanced at him, looking at him without hearing clearly, "Hmm!?"

"I said, are they going to keep us from our whole life?"

"There is a possibility..."

"Damn, I'm not done with them..."

"It's hard for others to say, but you... might be locked up all the time."

“…Why, why!?”

"Because your behavior and psychology are a little abnormal, it makes people wonder if you have been touched by aliens."

"……ah!?"

The man's confused look made Wu Xin smile. He pointed to the camera that turned around, pulled the quilt on his face, and said in a muffled voice: "I'm asleep."

The man was frightened and quiet.

After a while.

"Talk, buddy, you fooled me just now? My name is Wang Ming. I live in Unit 401, Unit 1, Building C. Which one do you live in?"

Wu Xin didn't respond, as if he was asleep.

In fact, his consciousness is in an unusually busy state.

I looked too strict in the first seven days, and I didn’t know how many eyes and instruments were staring at me, and I didn’t have any free time. Now I’m fine, no one disturbed me, so I just sorted out and made a summary.

As long as he thinks, what he has experienced will be very clear. He revisits it like a movie in his mind. The "classroom in a dream" has never appeared again. It seems that he has to wait for the extracurricular homework to be completed.

I just don't know how much time is left.

Thinking of this, he was also a little anxious and wanted to summon the system to ask, but he was afraid that he would show his flaws.

It’s not that he is worried about being detected, but that he himself. God knows how many instruments there are still monitoring this ward. His body indicators may be staring at. It sounds quite exaggerating. He dare not underestimate the power of the state machine to become serious.

It was seven more days in a flash.

14 days later, Wu Xin realized that he was not in a hospital, but a very desolate valley. Sitting in a military truck, he was stared at by someone, and could only see a little outside through the fleeting gap in the edge of the car.

He had taken off his sick clothes, changed into his clothes, and received his personal belongings.

It's just that they are all very clean, clean and spotless.

Military trucks pulled them to a highway, and several buses were already waiting on the side of the road.

No one spoke, everyone got off the bus silently, got on the bus honestly, and watched military trucks drive back to the rugged road and disappear into the depths of the rolling mountains and dense forests.

All of them have signed a confidentiality agreement, but no one is talking in the bus, and the driver is silent, and the atmosphere is still very tense.

After waiting for the toll station and driving onto the highway, I saw that there were more vehicles along the way and familiar scenery appeared one by one, so the atmosphere became more relaxed.

Someone began to speak in a low voice, and sighed with relief...

More than an hour later, I returned to the city, got off the viaduct, and got off at the Qingzhou Prefecture Gymnasium.

The bus left, no one was concerned about them. People came and went, and the traffic was constantly flowing. More than a hundred people were stunned for a while, and then they scattered.

That's it?

Wu Xin doesn't think so.

When he returned to Jinlong Community, he saw that the door of the community was open. Although it seemed clearer than usual, it was not blocked, and there were no high walls or barbed wire.

No one discussed what happened 14 days ago. The surrounding shops were open as usual, and the vendors were still setting up stalls at entrances and exits. Some residents in the community have been back for several days, and their lives have returned to normal.

When I got home, I saw everything was like when I left, and no one seemed to have come in again and I had never moved anything in the room.

It was because he was not cautious enough that rabbits didn't eat grass beside their nests. He was better. He could obviously avoid it, but he involved himself.

Moving is impossible. The agreement signed when leaving is prohibited for a period of time. The community seems normal, but in fact, even the soil and air components may be monitored.

In the evening, Wu Xin covered himself with a quilt, expanded his vision with a [relatively high-dimensional], spreading out of the community at the center, and finally connecting the space in a hotel 500 meters away with him.

Jumped up from another bed, the view opened again, and soon locked in a new space, and disappeared into the hotel in the blink of an eye.

I "jumped" six times in a row, and in less than two minutes, I stood on the roof of a high-rise residential building, twisting the space in the stairwell, just like the first time I did, and then disappeared immediately and appeared in another residential building, making the same move.

He committed crimes five times in a row.
Chapter completed!