"It must have been Dr.
Yusefka's clinic, and I finally found it.
The clinic is located on the corner of a street, surrounded by two gutters.
To get close to the clinic gate from this side of the road, you have to cross a single-plank bridge over the gutter.
Roland walked up to the single-plank bridge, and as soon as he took a step, he heard movement under the bridge.
Looking down, several maggots were looking up in the gutter, and the moment they made eye contact, Roland noticed that they all had dense red threads in their eyes, and the symptoms of madness were more serious than those they had seen before.
Roland wandered around Akron all day, met more fanatics, and summed up some experience.
The more frenzied it is, the more violent the creature is, and the possibility of awakening one or two psychic abilities, which is more difficult.
"Do these highly crazy maggots also use psionic energy" Roland stopped at the bridgehead and opened the "Pupil of Destiny" to observe the red-eyed maggots under the gutter.
The result was both disappointing and amused, the highly frenzied maggots were still a bunch of pathetic scraps, with no psychic abilities, and they had learned a skill to spray feces compared to ordinary maggots It's not an exaggeration, it's not a metaphor, these maggots will really spray feces, first bury their heads in the gutter with a large mouthful of fecal water, and then puff out their cheeks and spit on the bridge.
Roland hurriedly took a few steps back, dodging the dung from the bottom up, and couldn't help but cover his nose and frown.
He didn't want to cross the line of fire in the stinky "rain of bullets", and was about to fly directly over the small bridge, when a window suddenly opened on the second floor of the clinic opposite, stretching out a white slender hand, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, exuding a strong medicinal fragrance, suppressing the stench in the gutter.
Roland looked curiously at the window, guessing that it was a young woman's hand, and the cuffs were rolled up to reveal a glossy white forearm, the white sleeves reminiscent of a nurse's uniform.
What made him care more was the bowl of decoction, the smell emitted made him feel in a trance, and when he took a deep breath, he felt a little intoxicated.
The maggots under the bridge were also attracted by the fragrance of medicine, and they didn't care about spraying feces on Roland anymore, so they gathered under the window in a swarm, staring at the porcelain bowl that emitted a strong medicinal fragrance, and waited for it.
The hand holding up the porcelain bowl shook slightly, and a bowl of soup and medicine were all sprinkled into the gutter.
The maggots scramble for food, and then they become disoriented, shaking their heads as if they are hallucinating.
This scene reminded Roland of the demeanor of an addict after taking drugs.
Now he could be sure that the bowl of soup contained a high concentration of hallucinogenic drugs, and perhaps it was the only way to calm the maggots without killing them.
The hand in the window retracted, put down the bowl and reached out again, hooking his finger in the direction of Roland.
"I," Roland pointed to his nose.
There was no response from the opposite window, and the hand beckoned at him again.
Roland confirmed that the other party was beckoning him into the house, and took advantage of the maggot's trance after taking the medicine, and had no desire to attack, so he quickly crossed the small bridge and walked into the door of the clinic.
The first floor of the clinic is decorated like a waiting room, with a few chairs, presumably for patients waiting for diagnosis to rest.
It is not accurate to say that there is not a single figure in the hall, and there are four iron cages on the opposite side against the wall, each holding a rabid dog.
They glanced up as Roland entered, then turned their heads back to look at themselves in a daze.
It was the quietest group of rabid dogs Roland had ever seen since he came to Akron, and judging from their trance-like mental state, it was clear that they had taken the kind of narcotic decoction to soothe maggots not long ago, and were immersed in their own hallucinations, and had no interest in the arrival of Roland as a stranger.
Roland stood in front of the cage and observed the rabid dogs, wondering what Dr.
Yusefka had done in keeping them in the clinic, trying to cure their madness, or simply as research material "Here you go."
Suddenly a young woman called upstairs.
Roland was stunned for a moment, feeling that the tone and words of the other party's greeting were a little weird.
But this is Akron, after all, and the normal way of communicating seems abnormal.
The wooden staircase creaked when stepped on, almost decaying, leading to the closed door on the second floor.
The curtain fell on the door, and through the crack in the door, Roland vaguely saw a slender figure walking in front of the bed, as if he was busy.
"Doctor Yusefka" Roland knocked on the door, "Is it convenient to disturb?"
"Surgery, wait a minute, it's fine."
A woman's slightly stiff answer came from the room.
It didn't seem to be a delusion, Roland was sure that the other party's grammar was very problematic, and that he could not speak as smoothly as Jessica's little girl, like a baby who had just begun to learn to speak, but fortunately, Dr.
Yusefka, who could barely understand the logic of his language, was probably operating on the patient, and had no time to distract him from entertaining him, so that he could wait for a while.
Roland was about to go downstairs to find a chair to sit down, but the moment he turned around, he suddenly heard the sound of a rattle in the operating room, which made him stop walking, and his brows gradually twisted.
Turning back to the door of the operating room, Roland asked Yusevka through the door: "Doctor, are you okay?"
"Okay, hee-hee-hee, great" "Doctor, have you seen Jessica's mother, Anna, who came to the clinic three days ago to buy soberness and has not been home since, Jessica is relieved to ask me to ask you about her mother's whereabouts."
Roland explained his intentions, but no one responded in the operating room, and through the crack in the door, the figure could be seen picking up a knife and slashing at the patient lying on the bed, and at the same time, the strange bell rang again.
Roland waited for a minute, raised his hand and pressed the door, and was about to force the door to break down, when a sudden response came from the operating room.
"Tea, Anna, please drink tea, speak slowly, finish tea," Dr.
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Yusefka's muttered voice came from the operating room, sounding like a dream.
Roland pondered what she meant by this upside-down remark, when the door suddenly opened a crack, revealing an eye that stared blankly at him.
Roland noticed two red threads in the other party's eyes, and his heart sank slightly, and he took a step back.
The creaky door was pushed open a little more, and a strange creature slowly crawled out.
Roland stared at the inhuman monster, couldn't help but hold his breath, and shuddered.
The thing had turned into a maggot from the waist down, dragging its white and bloated body slowly wriggling on the floor, leaving a shiny rut mark in its path, which Roland couldn't help but think of the traces of slugs crawling.
The monster still maintains its human form above the waist, and from the body, it is clearly a mature woman, with white and tender skin exposed, and the full hemispheres on the chest swaying with the crawl, like a pair of white hanging bells
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