Different Dimension Game

Xu Zhijun's mother had been ill for a long time, and had a variety of underlying diseases, so she could only do her best, know the destiny, and it would be good to be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

The way back to the dormitory was not far away. Xu Zhijun stayed in his small room, sitting in a chair in a daze.

It's not just about his mother, he thought about the unfinished pig's trotter.

The pig's trotters that exude color and shine.

Mouth full of saliva thinking, kept swallowing saliva.

But reason told himself that what Li Qingshan said was right.

Xu Zhijun's facial muscles were stiff, and he couldn't actually make too many expressions.

The more I think about the pig's trotters, the more my heart becomes ashes, and I feel that I can do nothing and accomplish nothing.

"What time is it, I'm still thinking about pig's trotters!" He cursed himself viciously.

People have birth, old age, sickness and death, and the cycle of natural law is also a natural law, but when it comes to one's own head, it is like drinking water, knowing whether it is cold or warm.

His mother was dying, and he himself...was just as bad.

Affected by the power of Gorefiend, there will always be a gluttony desire, and as long as you don't eat, it will be extremely painful.

This pain does not only affect the body, but also goes deep into the soul. According to the internal assessment of the organization, he still has the possibility of turning into a glutton, but currently he is just jumping on the edge of danger repeatedly.

What makes him feel more painful is that he is currently accomplishing nothing.

As a child growing up in a single-parent family, his mother had high expectations for him, and his education was very strict since childhood.

"Mom can only rely on you from now on."

But people always have some rebellious mentality. The stricter the education, the more rebellious.

Xu Zhijun did not do well in his studies since he was a child. After graduating from high school, he worked as a soldier for a few years. At that time, I just wanted to lie down, and I would not worry about eating enough for one person and the whole family. It was really comfortable to the extreme.

Later, my mother suddenly fell ill, and the mantra, "Mom can only rely on you in the future", has no strength to say.

But as a son, he can't even pay for the medical bills, so what's the use of his crammed efforts? No pie will fall from the sky, even if there is a pie, it will only be given to those who are prepared.

In the end, he was very "lucky" or "unfortunate" and became a sober "glutton." Because of the extremely high research value, Heiyiwei paid a lot of money to pay for his mother's medical expenses.

But whether it can be cured or not is still a question, and in the end, he still achieved nothing...

He couldn't even get over the urge to eat.

"Still thinking about that **** pig's trotter! Still thinking, still thinking!" Xu Zhijun slammed his fist into his temple.

This punch was so powerful that it made him dizzy.

Under the severe pain, the desire to eat has subsided a little.

This feeling of powerlessness in the face of the abyss, unable to see the road ahead, is also the truth of his psychological vulnerability.

"Go to bed early," he said to himself.

Suddenly, Xu Zhijun heard a series of "squeaky" whispers, stood up and saw that it was the sticky mouse board under the cabinet, with a few newly born mice stuck on it.

The temporary base in a small county originally had few people, and the sanitation conditions were quite average. Recently, due to the large-scale allocation of materials, the population has increased, and there has been a rat disaster.

A few newly born mice are only the size of a thumb, and the board sticks the mice tightly, and the mice keep rolling and struggling, but instead they lose a whole body of fur, which is like a lake of flesh and blood.

Xu Zhijun sighed, stood up, and threw the little mice that struggled to the point of peeling into the trash.

The little mouse has not yet died, and is struggling with the sticky mouse board.

He suddenly felt that he was very similar to this litter of newly born mice. He couldn't see any hope in his whole life. Apart from struggling, he could only keep struggling. When he was too lazy to struggle, it would be equivalent to death. ...

Thinking about it like this, my nose was sore, and a little tear was shed.

Then he started mocking himself again, what a fool.

Having a black-clothed guard to help pay for her mother's medical expenses is already a very good result. What else do you want? What's there to cry about? There are too many poor people in the world, but I am not the poorest.

As for his own body... it's not bad to be able to survive.

He still understands the truth that it is better to die than to live.

At this moment, suddenly, he saw an advertising poster pasted on the elevator door, with eight characters written on it: "Qingtian Hospital, cures all diseases!"

There is a small advertisement on the internal base of the Black Guards?

If you are a normal person, you will quickly think of the strangeness in it.

Although this base is outdated, it is considered an internal organ. How can anyone come in and post small advertisements?

However, Xu Zhijun's intelligence is not high, and it is difficult for him to understand the logical relationship. Under the influence of a mysterious force, he even read out this sentence aloud: "Qingtian Hospital, cures all diseases!"

"Qingtian Hospital, cures all diseases!"

This mysterious power acts on his mind and interferes with his sanity.

Xu Zhijun stepped forward, trying to enter this gate, but suddenly, he stopped again.

Because he remembered his superior, Chen Xinyi, no matter what he did, he had to report it to Ms. Chen. Even if he went to the hospital to visit his mother, he had to be accompanied by someone!

After all, this guy Xu Zhijun is a bit "dangerous" and he has to find someone to take care of him.

Instead of choosing Li Qingshan, who is more serious and old-fashioned, it is better to let Chen Xinyi, a social bully, restrain him.

And Xu Zhijun is a retired soldier, and there is actually no problem with his personal qualities. In most cases, he is still very obedient.

He knocked on the door of Chen Xinyi's room with great interest: "Qingtian Hospital, cures all diseases!"

"Qingtian Hospital, it can cure all diseases! My mother... is saved!" He shouted, holding the advertisement bill, and was very excited.

"what are you talking about……"

Chen Xinyi was playing with her mobile phone there~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and glanced at the advertisement.

I thought it was a small composition picked up somewhere.

Immediately, he said angrily: "Can you believe this thing? It's fake, I know you are under a lot of pressure, but there is no hospital that treats all diseases... By the way, it is correct to report to me. You've done a good job of that."

31xs/13/13616/"Treading the Stars"

"Qingtian Hospital! It can cure all diseases!" Xu Zhijun still shouted excitedly, and the whole building was about to hear his loud voice.

"It's there, it's there!"

Chen Xinyi glanced with her probe, isn't that an ordinary elevator room?

She could only think that Xu Zhijun's brain was ill, so she kindly comforted: "Okay, I'll accompany you to take a look, so that you can give up."

"That's the elevator we came up from, not a hospital!"