Due to heavy rain, a high-speed train that was supposed to arrive in Hamburg two hours ago was late, and the high-speed train after it was canceled due to the threat of rain to the railway. Dong Qiangqiang was lucky enough to catch the last chance to return to Hannover that day.
The entire carriage was empty except for Dong Qiangqiang. The ticket inspector disappeared without a trace since Dong Qiangqiang showed his face when he got on the train.
He sat blankly by the car window, looking solemnly at the boundless night outside the window. The sound insulation effect of the car window is excellent. You can hear neither thunder nor rain. You can only see the winding water marks on the car window. Apart from the sound of the bumpy car, there is no other sound in your ears. .
His whole body was wet and dripping. The T-shirt on his body was already torn and exuded a stench. A pair of brand-new short-handled matte black shovels lay diagonally beside his legs, and his travel shoes were stained with various stains.
There were two mobile phones on the small partition in front of him, one was a brand new Nokia, and the other was covered with water drops.
The regular sounds and the unusually quiet closed environment made him fall into deep thought unconsciously, and his mind flashed back to Sergei's unsavory but chilling expression like a movie, as well as his seemingly understated threats.
Sergeira and the bodyguards soon disappeared behind the woods.
When the mist-like wind blew more violently, the rain suddenly increased by one level, from drizzle to downpour. Dong Qiangqiang even saw a small tree not far away that was blown down by the strong wind and rolled helplessly in the wind and rain.
Although it was summer, the temperature was not high. Dong Qiangqiang estimated that it was only fifteen or sixteen degrees. The rain at this time was not warm and comfortable, but sharp and biting.
His upper body quickly became soaked. He wanted to call for help, but his mobile phone was outside the radius of his movement. The shovel was inserted diagonally behind his right side, but his body was stuck in the mixture of mud and soil and could not turn at all. Getting a shovel was a complete dream, and other readily available tools such as tree branches or larger rocks were nowhere to be found.
Dong Qiangqiang ignored the entanglement and immediately began to dig out his buried right arm with his left hand.
I have to say that this rain came at the wrong time. If it was just dry soil, Dong Qiangqiang could dig faster, but the mud made everything worse. The soil that was originally photographed as solid became less dense due to the rain. It was soft and pulpy, and the tentacles were very soft. He could only bring out a little mud with one hand, and more mud walked through his fingers.
Although he had successfully escaped many times and was able to be in a hurry without panic and busy without chaos, at this moment, he was worried that Sergeyla would suddenly change his mind and kill him, and he was also worried about the heavy rain falling on him. Mudslides occurred high on the slopes. Because just last month, he saw on TV that Hamburg had just experienced a heavy rainstorm. The heavy rain caused the Elbe River to directly burst its banks. Almost overnight, the streets turned into canals, and the cars parked on both sides of the road were drab. Only a small piece of car hood was barely exposed in the flood, and people paddled rafts happily cruising through the streets. If you hadn't witnessed it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that this was Germany's second largest city.
The sky was a gloomy purple, threatening black clouds were gathering visibly in the distance, and thunder was rolling almost constantly behind the thick clouds.
The surrounding trees and plants were also dripping with water, and every puddle was filled with water. He could feel the water seeping into his travel shoes!
Dong Qiangqiang had previously judged based on past experience that this kind of heavy rain usually came and went faster, but the heavy rain beat him rhythmically, as if telling him that it was the kind that was stable, long-lasting, overwhelming, and endless. It rained heavily, which gave him a dark and ominous premonition: the rain might last all night.
He could only pray while digging. It would be best if he could leave before the mudslide came.
Accompanied by the background sound of heavy rain mode, Dong Qiangqiang sped up the movements of his hands. His fingers hurt, and he guessed they were scratched by rocks or something like that, but he didn't bother to check. While digging faster, he shook his right arm vigorously and pulled outwards at the same time.
As the surroundings around the right arm became less and less, a small puddle soon appeared around the right arm. When Dong Qiangqiang could feel the coldness in his right hand, he shook it vigorously, gritted his teeth, and jumped out of the ground with his whole right arm covered in mud.
Although he was not completely out of trouble, Dong Qiangqiang suddenly felt a sense of deja vu, as if he had returned to the ground from the safety well of Muller Villa, as if he had just rescued himself and Duanmu from the mouth of a wild boar, as if he had just rescued himself and Duanmu from the mouth of a wild boar. He used an umbrella to save Ding Haifeng who was stabbed in Italy, just as he faced three cheetah-like lynxes alone.
The hole left by his right arm in the mud was quickly filled with rainwater. In order to avoid a long night and many dreams, Dong Qiangqiang did not dare to delay and quickly dug down from his chest.
Locks of long hair obscured his sight. He casually wiped the hair away from his face with his dirty hands. His face immediately turned pale. He ignored wiping his face and continued to dig deeper.
Flashes of bright light flashed above his head from time to time, and the roaring thunder played dark music in the hazy air, as if lamenting his experience.
When the sound of thunder and rain intertwined into a network, the mobile phone on the ground suddenly rang, but he still couldn't reach it, so he could only continue digging frantically.
The bell rang for more than ten seconds, then cut off, then rang for another dozen seconds, cut off again, rang again... and it started over and over again.
The wind was howling and the rain was like a knife. Dong Qiangqiang could not even see clearly what was dozens of centimeters in front of his face, let alone what was in the turbid puddles. But he barely paused at all, and his arms flew. After all, time It's life.
But it is not easy to dig out rain-soaked soil with bare hands. Sometimes if you start too quickly, you can feel the burning on the back of your hands, and the pain in your fingernails. What comes out of the mud are mostly all kinds of tree branches and gravel. , so as soon as he dug into his lower abdomen, his hands turned red.
Every time he digs deeper, it will be filled with rainwater immediately. The rainwater increases the resistance to digging downwards. The long period of rain and soaking makes his upper and lower teeth tremble with cold, and the little food he eats in the evening is too early. Just consume it.
After digging for more than ten minutes, he barely reached his thighs. His hands were so painful that he couldn't touch anything, and it was even more painful when he touched the water. He picked up a sharp-edged stone and gritted his teeth to remove the hem of his T-shirt. He scratched it open, then pulled it off with all his strength, wrapped it around his two hands, and then forced his hands to rest on the slippery mud next to him. While slowly and laboriously bending down, he continued to dig downwards, feeling at the same time what if he had just talked to Sher. Gellar would have just asked for a bottle of vodka.
The wind finally subsided, and the clouds above seemed less scary than before. The pouring rain turned back to a gentle drizzle. The ringtone of the mobile phone also died out unconsciously. I don’t know whether the person who made the call gave up or the phone was damaged by water.
After more than thirty minutes, Dong Qiangqiang finally dug into his knees.
The hem of the T-shirt in his hand had long been torn into rags. He was almost exhausted from exhaustion and could only lean weakly on the edge of the mud pit, panting like an old dog.
The soil around his legs was far from as solid as the soil above. Dong Qiangqiang wiped the rainwater and mud off his face while shaking his calves and feet vigorously, trying to pull his calves out of the mud pit in one go, but sadly failed after trying hard. I found that the soft soil has greater adhesion, so it is not easy to pull out the legs.
The nameless fire he had been holding in his heart all night finally couldn't be suppressed and started to burn. He yelled a curse with all his strength, and at the same time pumped his leg hard, and the calf was pulled out halfway. He couldn't help but be overjoyed, and shouted again and repeated it. This time, the calf and feet were completely pulled out of the mud, only The sneakers were left in the mud.
He followed the same example and pulled out the other foot, then bent down and pulled out the two shoes from the mud.
In just a short while, the rain started getting heavier again.
But fortunately, neither Sergeira nor his bodyguards appeared again, nor did the mudslides nor the strange animals.
Dong Qiangqiang finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to his knees with a "pop".
"Ah!" He shouted loudly in the rain, his voice spreading in all directions.
I escaped death again! He opened his arms to welcome the rain falling from the sky, letting the rain wash away the stains on his face, enjoying the freedom he had regained.
When Dong Qiangqiang dragged his tired body back home and turned on the light, he was surprised to find that the box of wine he had returned suddenly appeared on his desk. When he walked over, he discovered that the envelope was also in the box.
The money in the envelope is also there.
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