Sometimes Zhao Lingjun thinks it's really good to be a man, for example, he doesn't have to stuff such a big piece of stuff in his pants every month.
But when he saw the sewer entrance that was steaming like a sour smell of substance, Zhao Lingjun felt that it was actually good to be a woman.
At least even a woman like Hao Meili can twist her big ass and say, "You don't want a woman to go down and stab it." ” And at this time, Zhao Lingjun had to admire Zhang Chong's skill in killing people invisibly.
Because I just saw Zhao Lingjun's expression a little shaken.
Zhang Chong had already handed a flashlight and a shovel to Zhao Lingjun, and said to Zhao Lingjun: "Actually, maybe it's just a little bit of stuff, maybe it's a big nylon bag or something, maybe don't dig anything out, maybe if you're lucky, you go down and dig a shovel, and the water will wash through that road at once." ” “gbd。”
Before Zhao Lingjun could excuse himself, a flashlight and a shovel had already been stuffed into his hands.
Zhao Lingjun really wanted to pick up the shovel handed over by Zhang Fatzi at this time and slap Zhang Fatzi over with a shovel, then lift his two fat legs, drag him to the mouth of the sewer, and then stuff his pig's head into the sewer, let him smell the sewer well, and then ask him, "Is it fragrant, do you dare to call Zhao Ye to dig the sewer next time?"
But despite thinking so, in the end, Zhao Lingjun still walked to the mouth of the sewer with a shovel.
In fact, Zhao Lingjun is not a person who will easily succumb to power.
Although it is impossible to slap Zhang Fat Man with a shovel, but for a while, Zhao Lingjun still couldn't help but want to spit in front of Zhang Fat Man and Luo Yazhen, saying that Lao Tzu has no time to play with you, and then closed the door and went to sleep without looking back.
But when he saw Wu Xiaoye in the crowd, Zhao Lingjun remembered why he stayed in this low-paid family, and he had to see several leather bag companies that were even more annoying than cockroaches all day long.
And at this time, Zhao Lingjun suddenly remembered that if he didn't go down today, Wu Xiaoye would also be smoked by the unpleasant smell all night.
Zhao Lingjun will definitely not care about the life or death of Hao Meili and others.
But Zhao Lingjun absolutely couldn't bear to let Wu Xiaoye stay in a room that smelled of a public toilet all night.
So when he took over Zhang Fatzi's shovel and flashlight, Zhao Lingjun just took a deep breath.
Said to Zhang Fatzi.
"Get me a mask and a pair of gloves."
"Okay."
Zhang Chong was overjoyed, probably never expected Zhao Lingjun to agree so happily.
In less than two minutes, a pair of gloves and a pair of masks had already been placed on Zhao Lingjun's hands.
With the size of Zhang Fatzi, of course, it is impossible to have such a fast speed.
The one who brought the gloves and masks for Zhao Lingjun was the second general of Hum Ha under Hao Meili.
Zhao Lingjun looked at the two people who were not red and out of breath with disdain, and walked to the mouth of the sewer without looking back.
As soon as he approached the mouth of the sewer, Zhao Lingjun almost vomited out all the overnight rice in disgust.
It's not the height of summer yet, though.
But the weather was already hot.
The whole drain is now full of the sour smell of decay.
I haven't reached the sewer yet.
Zhao Lingjun seemed to be able to see the smell steaming upwards like steam.
Even if you wear a mask, you can't stop the smell that is a hundred times more stinky than stinky tofu.
But what really made Zhao Lingjun's scalp tingle was that when he approached the black and flickering sewer entrance, Zhao Lingjun suddenly remembered what Zhang Changsheng said to himself when he first came here last year.
There's a mass grave down here.
It is said that it was specially buried for the condemned prisoners of that time.
That's what Zhang Changsheng said to Zhao Lingjun at that time.
Later, when Zhao Lingjun was with Wu Xiaoye one day, Zhao Lingjun also inadvertently talked to Wu Xiaoye about this topic.
Because at that time, Zhao Lingjun was not very sure whether what Zhang Changsheng said was true or not.
But Zhao Lingjun's answer to Wu Xiaoye is clearly remembered.
Wu Xiaoye did not say to Zhao Lingjun that the following was indeed a mass grave dedicated to the burial of death row criminals.
Wu Xiaoye just asked Zhao Lingjun if he had heard a very melodious piece of music often played in the community.
Zhao Lingjun thought about it at the time and said yes.
Because it is true that many in the evening, the community will play the same unknown tune.
When he heard Zhao Lingjun answer like this, Wu Xiaoye just said, it was a requiem.
Zhao Lingjun knew that Wu Xiaoye would never deceive himself.
So now when I see that black and flickering sewer mouth.
Zhao Lingjun thought about a lot of scenes in horror movies.
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Zhao Lingjun suddenly felt that it was not a sewer mouth, but an entrance to countless graves of unjust souls.
"I won't be able to get out as soon as I go."
In Zhao Lingjun's mind, such an idea suddenly floated.
As soon as Zhao Lingjun thought of this, he couldn't help but look at Wu Xiaoye for some reason.
But as soon as he saw Wu Xiaoye, Zhao Lingjun suddenly felt that Wu Xiaoye was a little strange today.
In ordinary times, Wu Xiaoye is quiet and quiet, looking very indifferent from the world.
Zhao Lingjun always felt that even if a bundle of money suddenly fell in front of Wu Xiaoye, she didn't have any excited expression.
But Zhao Lingjun suddenly found that Wu Xiaoye's slightly pale face today actually had a little flush.
And when Zhao Lingjun turned his eyes to look at Wu Xiaoye, Zhao Lingjun found that Wu Xiaoye was also looking at himself.
The eyes of the two people were opposite, and Zhao Lingjun found that in Wu Xiaoye's eyes, in addition to a trace of concern, there was actually a little bit of excitement and excitement.
"How could she have such an eye" When Zhao Lingjun grabbed the edge of the sewer entrance and slowly probed his foot to the iron ladder on the sewer wall, Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but think about this question.
And the more he thought of that requiem, the more Zhao Lingjun felt that his scalp was numb.
It is estimated that the cover of this sewer has not been turned out since it was covered.
The iron ladder on the sewer wall has also been cemented with a layer of black and flickering mucus like silt, but I don't know what it is.
Although he was wearing gloves, Zhao Lingjun could still feel the slippery and greasy feeling, which made Zhao Lingjun feel that what he was grasping was not the handrail, but some dead yellow eels that had stiffened and rotted.
"God, I haven't done anything hurtful, I often help the old lady cross the road, often give up the seat to the old man, you can't let me meet any perverted ghosts here."
Zhao Lingjun held his breath as much as possible, while carefully grasping the ladder with one hand, and slowly climbing down with a shovel with the other, he kept chattering in his heart.
Zhang Changsheng squatted at the mouth of the sewer and held a flashlight to illuminate Zhao Lingjun.
The light of this ordinary flashlight was not very strong, and after Zhao Lingjun himself covered most of the light, Zhang Changsheng couldn't see anything in the dark sewer at all.
Because he was afraid that there would be no ventilation and lack of oxygen below for a long time, Zhang Changsheng found a rope and tied it to Zhao Lingjun's waist, if something was wrong, Zhang Changsheng would pull Zhao Lingjun up, but even so, when he watched Zhao Lingjun go down slowly, Zhang Changsheng's hands holding the rope were already sweating.
Because Zhao Lingjun's figure looked very hazy in the dim flashlight, and there seemed to be a looming feeling.
Looking down from above, it seems that this sewer is not deep, but when Zhao Lingjun went down and the rope in his hand became longer and longer, Zhang Changsheng found that this sewer seemed to be much deeper than the ordinary sewer.
And the closer Zhao Lingjun got to the bottom of the sewer, the more Zhang Changsheng couldn't see Zhao Lingjun's situation clearly.
The light of the flashlight seemed to have been absorbed by the blackened, unknown slime walls of the sewers.
"How about you drop the flashlight" Zhang Changsheng couldn't see Zhao Lingjun, so he suddenly felt a little flustered in his heart, so he couldn't help but shout.
"Whoa."
Zhang Changsheng first heard a sound of water, as if something had suddenly fallen into the water.
Then Zhang Changsheng heard a bang.
The cry was terrible.
The faces of all the people present changed
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