At 209 Medical Station, Han Qingyu and others have given up and continue searching in the surrounding area.
Because it had been too long, Wu Shi would most likely have left long ago, and they had already searched everywhere they could find nearby.
For the rest, they can only rely on the disgusting method of the plague chicken for the time being.
"But it's been a day, and your bad idea seems to be of no use." He Tangtang said.
"Keep trying if it works or not. Anyway, you have no other choice." Wen Jifei turned to look at Han Qingyu and said, "Wu Shi won't starve to death when he goes to the city, right? With his silent temperament, he will definitely not be able to lower his head to beg for food. ...He won’t go to rob, right?”
"No, a man who I paid for both ointments and a gun has his own principles. When he is hungry, he can only go into the mountains and find something to eat."
As another person who is very good at finding food in the mountains, Han Qingyu said:
"I'm more worried that someone will see that he hasn't been to the city and bully him. After all, society is quite chaotic now... And with Wu Shi's cognition and conditioned reflex, once things exceed the limit of tolerance, he has to resist, and it will be very difficult for him to resist. It could be murder. Killing people without saying a word."
Bullying is of course taken lightly, and Wu Shi's character is not that violent, but who can guarantee that? In fact, the bad guys these days are much worse than imagined.
Everyone began to imagine the situation Han Qingyu said, and gradually became a little uneasy.
In short, I hope God will bless him and he will meet a good person and come back quickly, otherwise it will be a really difficult situation for someone to die.
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The black spear was tightly wrapped with long and wide grass leaves and vines, and it had been carried in his hand like sugar cane for a day.
The clothes were okay. Although he had returned the coalition autumn combat uniform, Wu Tie was still wearing the brand-name sportswear that He Tangtang had borrowed from him. His own black clothes had been thrown away in Nepal, so he couldn't just wear them. Run away.
In fact, Wu Shi left the mountainous area following a car from the medical station last night, and then entered the city this morning.
Before this time, he had only passed through cities on his way to Nepal, so even everything in this remote small county in front of him made Wu Shi feel a little confused and uneasy.
Without curiosity, he would not be curious or interested in anything most of the time.
The only problem that makes Wu Shi anxious and helpless is that no one here seems to know where the unjust city is and how to get there.
Wu Shi has asked many people since he came out of the mountain, and most of them said they didn't know or had never heard of it.
Only one middle-aged man wearing glasses and looking like an academic asked him with confusion on the spot, "Are you talking about prison? Are you going to visit someone?"
Wu Shi thought for a while and said, "No."
A man with a shiny face asked him with a strange smile and squinted his eyes, "Look at your elegant appearance, is this the city without clothes? Is it a place where clothes are not worn, a red-light alley?"
Wu Shi thought for a while and said, "No."
In addition, Wu Shi has also discovered that it is more difficult to eat in the city than in the mountains, and it is also difficult to drink water. The ditches here are smelly.
He had no money on him.
Thinking of leaving the city and spending the night in the mountains, Wu Shi was now standing under a poster board at the entrance of a street alley. Because it was raining, there was shelter here.
He had no clothes to change into.
The rain was a bit heavy, and it continued from the evening until about eight o'clock in the evening.
However, the old street in front of Wu Shi was still lively in the rain. Although there were no vehicles in the small town, after dark, many people pushed out many cars covered with tarpaulins and began to sell various goods. Rice noodles fried and snacks.
Directly opposite Wu Shi was a stall selling wontons. There was a tin cart with coal burning underneath and steam coming out of the pot. Behind the cart were a pair of grandfather and grandson.
The grandfather was standing making wontons and greeting the guests. His granddaughter, who was about seven or eight years old, was sitting on a small stool nearby. When guests came, she helped pass out bowls and spoons. When there were no guests, she lowered her head and did her homework.
for the past few hours.
Occasionally she would look up at Wu Shi, who was standing across the street.
So does grandpa.
Wu Shi did not look at anyone.
The rain has become lighter.
There were no customers in front of the stall, but the old man still ordered a bowl of wontons. When they were cooked, he took them out, put them into a large bowl that had been prepared with seasonings, and added half a bowl of water to boil them.
"Put a spoon here," the grandfather turned to gesture to his granddaughter and said, "Give it to the brother opposite. I see he has been standing there for a long time. Remember to say no charge."
The porcelain spoon clattered into the bowl.
"Yes." The little girl stood up, looked up at Wu Shi, wiped her hands on his clothes, then held the bowl high on the left and right, and waited for a time when there were no pedestrians to cross the road.
"Here." The little girl stood in front of Wu Shi, held up the big bowl, and looked up at him.
Wu Shi looked down at her and said nothing.
"Brother, are you hungry? I'll give you this for free." When the little girl said she didn't charge for it, she shook her head to match, and her ponytail swayed behind her head.
"Eat, young man, I just happened to have a lot of money for this rainy day." The old man across the street also shouted with a smile, "Everyone is in trouble when they are out, so let's eat."
Wu Shi hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "No need."
"But I'm hot." The little girl said aggrievedly.
When Wu Shi saw her frowning, he had to reach out and take the bowl first.
"Giggle." The little girl laughed and touched her earlobes with both hands, then walked behind her back and said, "Eat, brother... I'll wait for the bowl here."
After saying that, she stood next to Wu Shi, turned her head and looked up at him, her eyes and mouth were smiling.
"...Thank you." Wu Shi lowered his head and took a sip of the soup. It was very hot and warm.
"Eat some wontons." The little girl suggested that she stand on tiptoes and transfer the spoon to Wu Shi's hand along the edge of the bowl.
Wu Shi leaned the gun against the poster board, "Yeah." He took the spoon and scooped a wonton into his mouth.
"Gee, aren't my wontons delicious?"
"tasty."
"Yeah, but you're too tall, brother. My neck hurts when I talk to you. How about you squat down and eat?"
"……good."
Wu Shi squatted down and ate the wontons, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"I have no money now." He said again proactively.
"It doesn't cost anything," the little girl said, then turned to look at the poster board behind her. She was a little embarrassed and whispered, "Is this sugar cane? I actually like to eat sugar cane, but I don't eat a lot. A short paragraph is enough.”
"..." Wu Shi thought for a moment and understood. His eyes were a little embarrassed and he said, "This is not sugar cane."
"Oh, geez," the little girl laughed awkwardly. She seemed to be enjoying herself for a while because of her greed, and whispered, "Don't tell my grandpa."
Wu Shi nodded and finished eating the wontons in silence. When he returned the bowl, he suddenly asked: "Are you still setting up the wonton stall?"
"Well, it's still there, but it's a little late." Although the little girl was a little confused, she still answered.
"Then wait for me for a while."
After Wu Shi finished speaking, he stood up, picked up his spear and left the street.
The little girl holding the empty bowl was left with a confused look on her face.
When he reached a deserted place, Wu Shi started running. He remembered that before entering the city, he saw a confiscated sugar cane field at the foot of the mountain on the outskirts of the city. Although it was leftover, he should still be able to find it if he picked through it. Some are edible.
Just like that, less than an hour or so.
The grandfather and grandson saw Wu Shi coming back through the rain, covered in mud and rain, carrying a bundle of at least twenty sugar cane on his shoulders. He walked to their stall and put it down, "Thank you...the sugar cane."
"Here, you, young man, why are you so honest..."
The old man looked helpless and seemed to want to refuse, but Wu Shi had already turned around and was about to leave.
After walking about two steps, his steps stopped.
