Bizarre Detective Agency: Chapter 1226 164. Bizarre Syndrome 4

   Chapter 1226 One hundred and sixty-four. Bizarre Syndrome (4)

  Wowla-wowla-

  The waves echoed in my ears.

  tick-tick-tick-

  Water lands on chapped lips.

   As if I was rescued, the depleted soul is being rehydrated.

  Shadows fell in front of him.

  I opened my dry eyes and saw the outline of the white dress standing beside me dimly.

   "Anna?"

   I couldn't help but call her name, but only I could hear her voice.

   There is no response, and the blurred outline gradually disappears.

I wanted to sit up anxiously, when a drop of water suddenly hit my eyes, and the dry eyeballs became moist. I blinked, enduring the sourness of foreign objects in my eyes, and opened it again, and saw the hole on the second floor floor. The yellowed ceiling, I heard the rustling of wind and rain outside, and felt the stagnant water pushing up the waves like a shoal.

  The rain restored my exhausted body;

   The collapsed floor several centimeters thick saved my life and prevented me from drowning in the ankle-deep stagnant water unconsciously;

  Medicine relieved part of my pain. I don’t know if those medicines contain pain relievers or antidiarrheal and anti-inflammatory drugs.

  I hope it's the latter, because it means I'm getting out of my illness. It should also be the latter, because the pain in my body came at me like a tidal wave.

I sat up from the stagnant water with the pain of exhaustion, weakness, dizziness, and torn muscles. The cold air gave me goosebumps. I wanted to go back to the warm water, but the pale, swollen skin that was soaked like a corpse told me I can't do this anymore.

The sound I heard in my ears was weak and distorted like a radio with noise. I patted my ears sideways, and shook my head like a dog shaking its hair. I heard the patter of rain outside, and the sound of waves crashing against the walls.

  I stirred the water and climbed up, the pills in the medicine box in my pocket disappeared, they should have already melted in the water. There were only wet candles still in his pockets.

   When I reached out and groped in the stagnant water, I remembered the book, but I only found some specious flocs. I am afraid that only by going back in time can the pills and the book be recovered.

  I had no choice but to hope that the medicine would suppress the disease, and I walked towards the door with warm stagnant water. Although I was dripping wet from head to toe, my mouth and eyes were still extremely dry, and every time I blinked, there was sandpaper between my eyelids and eyeballs, rubbing my eyeballs.

   pursed my wet lips, I want to drink something, but I really don't want to repeat the painful experience last night, leaning on the door frame and looking at the dark clouds that are hard to tell whether it is morning or afternoon.

   It shouldn't be very short, because the skin on my palms and under my clothes is as pale and wrinkled as the dead people I've seen washed ashore by the sea.

  The rain is not heavy, only the ravines store water on the wet bluestone road, but the rainy days in Belfast have always changed. I left the clinic before the rain turned into a torrential downpour and walked back to the longhouse with my weakened body recovering.

  The road is lined with rain curtains, the gloomy, silent houses make me uneasy, the lead-colored lines of the rain seem to distort my vision, twisting in the corner of my vision and the edge of my vision. Before the unease reached its peak, I finally returned to the shabby, filthy longhouse that made me feel safe and authentic.

   I turned through the window into the dark room. I don't know if I caught a cold or not, but I couldn't smell the stench in the room, or maybe it was because there was only water left.

  I walked into the kitchen by the dim light that penetrated the room. There was no light from the stove. Touching the iron cover of the stove, the residual temperature gave me a glimmer of hope. I opened the stove cover and moved the ashes with a wooden stick. The ashes that maintained the shape of the coal collapsed, and the core touched the air, lighting up like a burning cigar.

   This means I don't have to use a shaved auger for fire anymore.

  The outside wind whimpered on the window frame, I used dry flammable cloth and wood stubble as a fire to introduce into the embers, blowing air to burn them gradually, and then adding small pieces of wood.

   Make sure that the stove will not go out again, I will see them and throw away together with painful tin cans and wooden bowls. As for the kerosene barrels, because I really have no strength, I can only continue to discard them in the corner.

   Move the simple still under the eaves to clean it, then put it back on the stove, and use an iron can to catch the rainwater.

   Rainwater can be drunk. When I was a child, I often raised my head and opened my mouth on rainy days, but I wasn’t sure if my unhealed body was okay. Last night, the shadows were in sight, so I could only continue to distill the water and drink it.

   Burn the stove hot enough to avoid entanglement with a cold and fever.

   Waiting idle, I realized I needed water, I needed food.

  Water can be obtained from rainwater. Food... I don't know where to get it, but in my experience in Lovelorende, as long as there is water, it's okay to be hungry for a few days.

   The first cup of distilled water filled the earthen bowl and when I picked up the wooden bowl I seemed to smell kerosene, when in fact I couldn't smell it because of my stuffy nose.

   Thinking that if the distilled rainwater can't be drunk, I can't live, I drank this bowl of slightly hot distilled water decisively. The body soon began to heat up, sweating, and the nasal passages opened up unexpectedly while there was no discomfort.

  I didn’t drink the second bowl of distilled water, but took off my still dripping clothes and boots, wringed them out, and threw them around the stove.

   Sitting by the fire without clothes on, I'm like a native of a plough garden. That's when I realized how bad my situation was.

   The palm under the bandage was almost ulcerated, and the wound on the calf, which was cut by the stairs, was savagely opened, soaked to almost transparent, and a little chest expansion could feel the pain in the chest cavity, I hope it was not a broken rib or internal bleeding.

   I am very fortunate to find medicines in the clinic, they must include anti-diarrheal, anti-inflammatory, anti-fever, analgesic and other effects.

  The silver ring on my **** hurt my finger, so I took it off temporarily. I can't remember a lot of things from the past, but I just remember that this was something that was important to me, so I put it aside.

   The second bottle of distilled water was used by me to clean the wound, the third bottle was used to boil the bandage, and after drying, it was wrapped around the wound on the calf and palm, and the fourth bottle continued to drink.

  The sky is getting dark again, and night is coming.

   My body gradually warmed up, and I started to feel hungry. I sat by the fire and stared at the dim light outside the door, delusional that fish would fall from the sky, wild chocolate would grow in the mud, and butter bread would fly in from a distance.

   One of the benefits of this divergent thinking is that it allows me to temporarily forget about hunger and hypnosis.

  I closed the windows, added enough coal to the stove to burn until tomorrow, and I fell asleep beside the stove.

I woke up briefly during the    period, but I just changed my sleeping position and fell asleep again listening to the sound of the rain rustling through the longhouse outside, which made me feel at ease.

   When I woke up again, the kitchen shone with early morning light.

   Feeling much better than yesterday, I stretched out, and suddenly, a deep fear grabbed me. Because I saw tiny holes in the walls and ceilings that let in the shimmering light like eyeballs.

   This discovery gave me chills.

  It is conceivable that, late last night, some terrifying monsters hid outside the house, hid next door, hid in the ceiling, and stared at me through the gap all night.

   (end of this chapter)