I thought that losing two fingers was no big deal, but I soon realized that I was wrong.
I wanted to smoke a cigarette to relieve my worries, but I realized that I couldn't even use a lighter properly. I could only put away the cigarette and lighter gloomily.
I said to myself:
"No matter how I pretend not to care! But in the future, he would slowly taste the price of losing them.”
I looked at the half-crippled hands as if I had only just discovered that they were useless. I couldn't help but feel pity and sadness.
"Learn from your mistakes!"
His father was busy in the courtyard. While I was sleeping, he went to the village and bought some things. He put them in a plastic bag and put them in a bucket. In addition, they also got some twisted steel pipes. One look and one could tell that there was an operation at night.
My mind was in a mess and I wasn't in the mood to ask what I was doing.
Father saw that I had gotten up and didn't say anything. He knew that I was upset, so he took the initiative to say.
"We're still going there tonight, are you coming?”
"Go! Of course I have to go." I said.
Then, Father told us about the plan for the night. I thought that I would have to go to the ground at night, but only then did I know that it was insect repellent.
Today, he had just dug a hole and there were snakes coming. This meant that there were many snakes inside. In order to prevent us from getting into less trouble, Father followed Bro Flattop's suggestion to buy some medicine and pour it down.
We'll set off after 10 pm. In order to avoid bumping into people, we deliberately walked through the wilderness.
He thought that he wouldn't meet anyone like this, but halfway through the journey, a group of people suddenly came from the west. They didn't speak, and they looked especially mysterious in the night.
Soon, our two groups met face to face. We didn't turn on the lights on either side. We just walked with a cigarette in our mouth. We saw about six of them, all dressed in black. What was even stranger was that one of them was carrying a sickle that was more than ten meters long. The way he carried the scythe reminded people of the Grim Reaper in the West.
I was very curious about that sickle, so I couldn't help but turn my head to look. The person carrying the sickle felt a little strange under my gaze, so he turned his head to look at me, which made him not feel that he was lagging behind the others. When he realized it, he quickly quickened his pace and chased after her.
"Wait for me!" the man said.
The tender voice immediately woke me up from my fantasy of death. I thought to myself, so it's a young man.
"What are these people doing?"
After those people left, I asked my father. He had a premonition that they were not good people either.
"You can't even tell!" His father said,"Look at what's on top of your head, and they'll do it."”
I looked up in confusion and realized that other than the stars, there were only high-voltage power lines running through the fields above my head! Thinking of their scythes, he realized that they were stealing and cutting electric wires.
When spring came, the air became warmer.
"Is today the awakening of the hibernating insects? All the demons and ghosts were mobilized!”
It was almost one in the morning when they arrived.
I remembered that I had left my broken fingers here during the day, so I specially found the pit I dug during the day to see how they were doing.
"This is also my burial ground.”
She couldn't help but feel a little sad when she thought of this. In the end, she couldn't find a single hair even after shining the flashlight for a long time.
"Could it be that it was eaten by that snake?"
At this time, Bro Flattop and Father were already busy. I stopped looking and quickly went over to help it.
Our plan is to use the hole I dug as the center and search for the drug within a radius of six to seven meters. The so-called drug spot was a relatively empty place underground, because such a place was most likely to have snakes and insects settling down.
I've read about how oil companies look for oil. It was similar to doing a B-scan on the ground. First, they would use geological knowledge to determine some suspected locations, and then bury hundreds of tons of detonators in the soil to detonate. The explosion would produce a huge sound wave that penetrated deep into the earth's crust and bounced back, carrying a lot of underground information. The staff collected this reflected sound wave and analyzed it with professional computer software, so that they could know if there was oil a few kilometers underground.
It was said that some grave robbers would use similar methods to find ancient tombs. But they obviously couldn't afford to use the oil company's method, so they listened with the help of thunder.
The method we used was similar. However, he didn't use thunder or explosives. Instead, he used a sledgehammer.
I swung the sledgehammer on the ground. Bro Flattop stuck his ear to the ground and listened. It was easy to tell that it was empty. This method had a certain requirement on the position of the hit. If the ear was too far away, it would not be heard. If it was too close, it would easily hit the head.
Bro Flattop wasn't too assured about me, so he said,"
"It's too dark. You have to watch out! Don't deliberately smash my head just because I broke one more finger of yours during the day!”
I said,
"Don't worry! I'm not that petty."
Then we started to work. It didn't take long for them to find three places where the drugs were drugged.
Then, he hit the steel pipe into the ground.
The steel pipe was a threaded steel pipe, and it was made of sections. Every time he hit a section, he would continue to hit another section. Every time he hit more than two meters deep, he would change places. The two of them were responsible for hitting the steel pipe and pouring the medicine down. I carried the bucket to the river in the southwest to fetch water.
Soon, the first bucket of water was brought over, and his father mixed a box of medicine in.
I thought it was some kind of strong poison, but when the medicine mixed with the water, it made a fire and emitted a pungent smell. I immediately knew that it was calcium phosphorous.
It was a low-toxic poison, usually used to suffocate food and sometimes used to poison fish. She really didn't know why her father wanted to use this thing.
I looked down on this thing and started to talk nonsense.
"What can you do with this poison? He could just get a few barrels of diesel and pour them in, burning these sons of bitches to death.”
His father seemed a little angry and said,
"What nonsense are you talking about? If you burn the tomb below, do you still want the Dark Artifact?”
"Those snakes can't be poisoned to death. We're just using the smell to drive them away.”
I stopped talking and went to fetch water.
The water was used up very quickly, and I had to go back and forth many times. The place where I got the water was about 200 meters away from the pest control point. I took turns carrying the two buckets. After carrying about ten buckets back and forth, I couldn't hold it anymore. When I came to the water's edge again, I felt a little dizzy. When I dipped the bucket into the water, I heard something in the water knocking on my bucket in the dark.
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong!
I quickly pulled the bucket up and turned on the flashlight to find many fish swimming in the pool. The big fish were about a fish's length, and the small ones were about an inch long. They all looked strange and a little silly. It must have been poisoned by the phosphorous on the barrel, which was why it kept hitting my metal barrel.
I heaved a sigh of relief and then became happy.
"Alright! He didn't come in vain today. There would be fish to eat tomorrow morning.”
Then I reached out to grab them. However, these fish looked stupid, but when danger approached, they immediately reflected and ran away.
I didn't manage to grab it and got a little dizzy. I tried my best to grab it with the bucket, but in the end, I only managed to grab half a bucket of water. I don't know if I managed to grab the rain.
He shone the flashlight inside and found that although there were no fish, there seemed to be a loach. Black rolled around in the bucket and sank back down. I put my hand into the bucket and quickly caught it. When he took it out, he realized that it was not a loach, but an eel. It was about 20 to 30 centimeters long, and its slender and smooth body was shining with a black light.
"F * ck! This is much stronger than a loach!"
I was about to find something to put it in when I realized something was wrong. This guy actually stuck out his tongue in a wretched manner. Although I didn't know much, I knew that eels didn't have tongues. I was so scared that I threw it into the water.
He cursed,
"F * ck, it's another snake."
I wanted to get out of here, but I kicked the bucket into the water when I was shaking the snake, so I had to use the light to fish it out. The surface of the water wasn't wide, but whenever my hand was about to reach it, the fish in the water would hit the bucket, causing me to always be a little close. In the end, after staring at the surface of the water for a long time, I became a little dizzy and couldn't tell which was the reflection and which was the bottom.
Suddenly, I don't know if my eyes are playing tricks on me, but through the reflection in the water, I saw a woman standing behind me. My forehead instantly broke out in sweat.
He thought,
Who would come to the wilderness in the middle of the night? Could there be a ghost?”
Words of a writer
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