Liang Hai's words made sense, so I didn't hesitate and raised my hand and followed suit.
When they all lay down, I discovered that my own middle finger was deformed and probably fractured.
Ignoring the pain in my fingers, I turned around and ran towards the noodle stall, carrying Huang Bengui on my back again.
This disciple of Lord Sangmen Xing is really not a boaster.
On my first day of employment, I accomplished such a big thing, which is worthy of his title.
On the way, I picked up a few tree branches from the roadside and fixed my fingers casually to serve as a temporary splint.
I didn't dare to walk on the main road, so I had to go around the trail and go all the way out of the city from the east, which was considered safe for the time being.
The car was heading east. If I remember correctly, there was an abandoned factory on the other side.
It is said that this factory should be demolished, but for some reason, work stopped halfway through the demolition.
Nowadays, this place is deserted, and even birds don’t fly here. It’s the best place for people like me who have nowhere to stay.
I looked back and forth, and all the houses were demolished. Only the building on the far left was still intact.
At least, there is a roof over your head.
When I came in, I realized that there were three floors in total, and the situation was even worse than I thought.
Although there is a roof that can block the wind, there are no windows at all, and even a small breeze becomes a biting draft.
As for the ground, it was even more miserable. The bare concrete floor was covered with broken bricks and tiles, and was covered in thick dust.
Forget it, I'm like a fugitive now. It's good to have a place to stay, so don't be picky.
I cleared an open space on the ground and arranged Huang Bengui in the most traditional way, treating it as a morgue.
I could finally take a breath, but a very fatal problem arose - food.
I couldn't hold on for long by starving myself.
Tsk, let’s go out.
I took out all the money, and the total amount was less than 3,000 yuan.
I roughly calculated that an urn would cost 2,000 yuan no matter what, leaving only a few hundred yuan for me to move around.
Seeing that the sky was getting dark, I ran out under the cover of night, started the car, and returned to the city.
While in the car, I found several pairs of masks, which was a blessing.
The moment the mask was placed on my face, a unique sour smell of saliva immediately filled the air.
Damn, you should pay attention to your oral hygiene.
When I entered the city, I deliberately found a few relatively remote shops, and almost all the money I had was exchanged for bread and pickles.
Just when I was getting into the car and about to return, I was suddenly hit by someone.
"sorry Sorry."
The person who bumped into me was a young man with a fair face. He was holding a bucket in one hand and apologized to me very politely.
I didn’t say anything and turned around to get in the car.
The moment I opened the door, I glanced around and saw this young man holding a brush in one hand and paper in the other.
We were a little far away, and the paper was slightly swaying in the wind. I seemed to see something, but it wasn't real.
I looked at it intently for a while, then quickly came closer.
On the telephone pole, there are four big characters clearly posted: Missing Person Notice.
The characters further down began to get smaller, and I read them carefully.
It probably means that Huang Bengui is a liver cancer patient who ran away from home. Although he is conscious, he has been unable to contact anyone.
The most terrible thing is that the Huang family received news that he was found in Monan.
Further down, there is a photo of me carrying Huang Bengui on my back. The picture is a bit blurry and looks like it was taken from a surveillance camera.
However, the video captured my face, and with a little recognition, I would definitely be able to recognize it.
As soon as I saw this, I felt a chill on my back.
We were the only ones who knew about this, and now that he is dead, there is no one to testify for me.
At this time, the young man turned around and looked at me. I was so frightened that I instinctively took a few steps back.
"Brother, please help me get the bucket."
If I turned around and ran away now, it would definitely arouse suspicion and force me to pretend to be calm.
While I was looking at the notice he posted, I asked nonchalantly, "Is the old man at home lost?"
A wry smile emerged from the corner of his mouth: "No, he was already sick and still running around."
If I remember correctly, Huang Bengui told me personally that he had no children and no worries.
