I got up and pushed the bicycle out of the school.
The money I had on me had turned into ghost coins, which indirectly meant that my waiting here was meaningless. The clinic was not opened by Lei Feng. Without money, no one would pay attention to me.
I took out a few pieces of Underworld coins and smiled bitterly. The money had turned into waste paper.
These ghost coins are almost the same as the largest banknotes we use. They are also pink, except that the people printed on them are different.
The face value was so big, each one was worth 500,000 yuan.
I really don't understand the exchange relationship in the Underworld. I gave that zombie old lady a 50 yuan note, and she gave me 2 million yuan in change. What kind of exchange relationship is this?
Looking at the numbers, I made a profit, but in fact, I lost.
These two million Underworld coins turned into flowers that danced in the wind in my hands. Very quickly, they were blown away to an unknown place.
The school is in the east of Qinglin Town. The road leading to our village is east of the school.
But I rode north.
For some reason, I really wanted to go to the abandoned machinery factory where I was trapped last night. This desire was especially strong, so I rode north without hesitation.
It was probably around six o'clock in the morning. The streets were crowded with people and cars. From time to time, people would rush past me and go into the distance.
I walked through the crowd. In less than ten minutes, I arrived outside the machinery factory.
This was the northernmost part of Qinglin Town. The road leading out of the town turned around twenty meters away from the factory, as if it was deliberately going around this place.
There was a small hill behind the machinery factory. There were sparse small trees growing on the hill, and there were tombstones hidden among the small trees. From afar, one could see the shadows of tombstones everywhere on the hill.
The abandoned machinery factory was at the foot of the hill. A tall wall extended from the foot of the hill, isolating the factory from the outside world.
I stood on the road and looked at the wall. I saw a gap in the wall facing me.
I stopped my bike and slowly walked towards the gap. I thought I had nothing to be afraid of in broad daylight.
When they arrived at the gap, the wall at the gap was obviously slanted inward. There were messy stones all around. It was obvious that the gap had been formed by an impact.
Of course, I know that this gap was created by a truck, but where is that truck?
I didn't see the truck. Through the gap, I only saw the grass growing inside the wall. It was almost as tall as the dilapidated factory buildings inside.
A bird whose name was unknown flew out of the grass and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
I could only see a few meters away from the wall. I couldn't see anything further in except for the grass that was taller than a person.
Actually, I really wanted to go in and see what was inside. After thinking for a long time, I gave up on this idea.
I think if I go in, I'll really be courting death.
Since I'm not going in, there's no need for me to stand here. I'm ready to turn around and go home.
The moment I turned my head, I accidentally saw a paper cart by the edge of the wall.
It was a car made of folded paper. It was about a foot long and looked like a dump truck. The front of the truck was facing outwards while the back of the truck was facing the wall.
I thought to myself that it couldn't be such a coincidence.
I casually broke off a piece of wormwood and used its pole to pick up the crooked paper cart.
It was indeed a dump truck, and it was not an ordinary ten-wheeled truck. It was the kind of truck with four wheels in the front and eighty-two wheels in the back.
It was the same type of truck that crashed into the wall last night.
Could this be the truck that broke through the wall and saved me last night?
At this moment, I suddenly felt that all the science I had learned was useless. Could science explain what I was seeing now?
I shivered and felt a chill run down my spine. I turned around, grabbed my bike, and rode it away.
Strange things happen every year, but this year, there were too many of them. Moreover, I caught up with all of them.
A truck that broke through a stone wall turned out to be made of paper. If this kind of thing was told, would anyone believe it? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it.
One more question, who used this paper truck to save me?
I plan to put these questions aside. I'll go home first.
I rode all the way to the east of the town and turned onto the main road that led to our village.
A car rumbled behind me as I slowly rode along the roadside.
A dump truck rumbled past me, and the sand that fell from the car almost blinded my eyes.
I also looked carefully at the truck that passed me, as if trying to see if it had anything to do washi.
Look, I'm already traumatized.
The bicycle staggered. I was just an inch away from hugging a tree by the roadside. I realized that my left arm didn't seem to listen to me anymore. It hurt when I exerted force.
When we arrived at the Green Water Bridge, I ran to the river to clean my wound. The cool water soaked into my wound and it hurt even more. The water quickly turned black and flowed out like ink.
The wound was not deep, but it seemed to be festering. I wonder if the stupid doctor in our village clinic can cure my injury.
I got back on the bike and returned to the village safely.
When I got home, my mother saw the injury on my arm and immediately made a fuss. Without any explanation, she pulled me to the village clinic.
Doctor Mao, who I knew only knew how to treat colds and fevers, wore his presbyterian glasses and looked at my wound carefully. He said heroically,"It's fine."
My heart sank when I heard that he was fine.
Xu Ping's grandfather was dying in the winter of the year before last. Doctor Mao went to measure the old man's blood pressure and said that the old man's body was still very good. Two days later, Xu Ping's grandfather died.
Last year, Pan Zhuang's third uncle, a healthy middle-aged man, had contracted some kind of illness. After Doctor Mao's treatment, he had also said loudly that he was fine. Pan Zhuang's third uncle had cancer and died in less than two months. Her third aunt had cried and wiped her tears. She swore that she would take care of the child for the rest of her life. Five days later, she got married.
I really wanted to hear Doctor Mao frown and say that there was something wrong. That usually meant that there was nothing wrong.
My neighbor's Second Aunt Niu had a stomachache before the New Year. Doctor Mao frowned and said, Hurry up and send him to the city hospital. She turned around and asked Second Uncle Niu to prepare for her funeral. Who knew that Second Aunt Niu would come back alive and kicking after she went to the city hospital to get an IV drip. Now, she was dancing with energy, although it was a little ugly.
In the end, Doctor Mao still didn't say what I was hoping for.
Doctor Mao said that it was fine. He applied red medicine on my wound, then sprinkled some white powder like refined salt, wrapped it with gauze, and then asked my mother for five yuan.#
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