The village is extremely dark at night.
This night, there seemed to be no moonlight.
Wang Qing couldn't see clearly the specific appearance of the person standing at his door.
In the dark night, there was only a shadowy outline.
The figure was not that tall, its arms and legs were almost the same length, both were surprisingly thin, and it seemed to have a hood on its head.
Wang Qingxin said that the customs in this village are quite strange. They sing operas at night, and the opera singers have to wear hoods.
It's just that she's an outsider, so it's hard for her to comment. She just does as the Romans do.
only……
Wang Qing picked up the rabbit in his hand and said to the opera guy expressionlessly, "I'm hungry."
The opera singer said nothing and did not move.
Wang Qing added: "Do you know where I can get rid of dead rabbits? I want to eat rabbit meat."
Finally, the opera thing moved.
It slowly raised its head and opened its mouth to Wang Qing.
In the darkness, Wang Qing did not see clearly. What she thought was a hood was actually a huge dog head.
Only a row of sharp cold lights were seen, and even on a starless and moonless night, its outline was still vaguely visible.
He saw that row of sharp cold lights approaching his neck.
Wang Qing reflexively raised his leg and kicked the opponent in the chest.
Suddenly the opponent flew backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and let out a painful howl.
"Ouch!!!!"
Like a dog, like a wolf.
"Ah, I'm sorry!"
He didn't expect that he would be so harsh. Listening to the other party's miserable screams, Wang Qing felt guilty for a while.
He quickly walked forward, trying to bend down and help the other person up.
She really didn't do it on purpose, it was just a conditioned reflex.
However, before she could get closer, the thing suddenly got down on all fours and rushed towards her at an extremely fast speed.
In the darkness, the row of sharp cold lights was clearly visible.
But before it could bite Wang Qing's throat, a slap was placed on its head, holding it firmly a few steps away.
The thing's limbs were constantly clawing forward, as if paddling through water, but it couldn't move forward at all.
Is this guy a mental patient?
Wang Qing saw on TV that some people's families were too poor to send their mentally ill family members to the hospital.
Sometimes, these mentally ill people will run out when their families are not paying attention, and even go to the streets to attack pedestrians.
She just said, which village would have such a custom, staying up in the middle of the night to sing opera.
It only makes sense if the other person is mentally ill.
Wang Qing had a headache and looked at the crazy guy in front of him.
She knew very well that legally, mental patients who hurt others were not punished.
So, the first thing is to collect the opponent's weapons.
To prevent being hurt by it, and also to prevent it from hurting yourself.
"Kick-kick-kick!"
After a few sounds, the "sharp weapon" flashing with sharp and cold light was knocked to the ground.
The guy who was forcibly held down by Wang Qing's shoulders and couldn't move, only let out a cry of "oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo[[w/ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]".
The sound is so sad that it makes people cry.
Wang Qing kicked away the "sharp weapons" scattered on the ground and let go of his hand with confidence.
Not to mention anything else, when I pressed this person down just now, there was a lot of hair under my hands.
It seems that although this guy is very thin, his family still cares about him.
It was such a cold day that I even put on a thick cashmere sweater.
I wonder if his family would be worried if they found out he ran out so late at night.
Wang Qing patted this guy's shoulder enthusiastically.
"Don't worry, I'll take you home right now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but yawned.
So sleepy.
However, Wang Qing was really worried about leaving a patient alone outside such a cold room in the middle of the night.
I had no choice but to endure my sleepiness and knock on the villagers' doors door by door.
"Is anyone awake?"
"Is there someone missing in your family?"
Wang Qing gave the guy the rabbit and the pocket full of mushrooms and asked him to hold it for him.
The guy let out a somewhat aggrieved "ouch" and took it honestly, holding the rabbit in one hand and the bag containing the mushrooms on his arm.
Wang Qing was very satisfied with his performance.
You see, even though he is a mentally ill person, he can still be effective as long as he communicates well.
Of course, the most important thing is to collect his weapons as soon as possible, otherwise, it will be really dangerous.
Wang Qing grabbed the other person's hairy arm with one hand, pulled him away, and knocked on the villager's door with the other hand.
The sky is like a piece of faded black cloth, not completely black, with faint gray clouds visible.
There are no stars and no moon.
Only the faint light scattered through the clouds can barely make people see the road in front of them and identify the doors of each house.
Wang Qing was sleepy to begin with, plus he had a weak sense of direction and the road was dark. He kept spinning in circles several times, knocking on the door he had knocked on again.
"Huh? Why does this house look familiar? Have you been here just now? Oh... forget it, never mind, let's knock on the door first."
"Is anyone still awake? Open the door quickly. Is a patient at your home missing?"
"Why doesn't anyone open the door? Come on, call out and let the people inside know if they are your own."
"Ouch, ow, ow!"
Wang Qing just walked around the village for who knows how long.
No matter how hard she knocked, no door opened.
Only sometimes, I clearly heard some slight movement from inside the door, and when I knocked on the door again, it became quiet again.
In the dark night, in an ancient and quiet village.
A woman, leading a monster, kept walking around the village, muttering and knocking on every door.
Until a faint fish-belly white light appeared in the sky.
The guy stopped in front of an ancient building in the village, paused, and refused to leave.
Wang Qing pulled twice but didn't pull.
"Is this your home?" Wang Qing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something and asked.
"Aww." The thing could only howl with unknown meaning.
Wang Qing felt a pity in his heart.
It's so pitiful that he is so seriously ill that he can't even speak.
Fortunately, I still remember where my home is.
Wang Qing stepped forward to knock on the door.
As soon as he stepped forward and clasped his fingers on the door panel, the door creaked open a crack.
The door was actually unlocked.
But yes, if the door is locked, the patients at home will not escape.
"That's right, the door is unlocked. You can go home." Wang Qing pushed the door halfway and said to the guy next to him.
"Ooooooooooo." The guy howled and got into the door.
Do one good deed every day.
Wang Qing recorded another meritorious deed for himself in his heart. Although he was tired, he felt very happy inside.
He turned around happily and prepared to go back to his room to sleep.
The sky finally dawned, and the sun rose from below the horizon, casting a faint golden morning glow and illuminating the village.
The light fell on a plaque above Wang Qing's head.
Wang Qing, who turned around, did not see two large characters written in vermilion ink on the dark plaque.
Ancestral hall.
