Ziqing felt a heart-piercing pain in her wrist, and something went straight into her body.
Only the white gauze skirt left by the woman was left on the ground, Ziqing clutched her wrists tightly, ignored the shouts behind her, and ran towards the staircase.
The thrill just now was just a matter of minutes, so when the people from the hospital found out, Ziqing had already left.
When Ziqing arrived at the gate of the hospital, the sky was already clear, and the wind was beautiful, as if the previous apocalyptic rainstorm was just a nightmare for the whole city.
Traffic has been restored, and the frightened people have begun to get busy.
The string of wind chimes under the eaves has not stopped since the storm began.
Aunt Yun stared in the direction of the iron gate.
"It's raining in the east, and it's a wall."
The center of the city, which was still turbulent just now, seemed to be shrouded in black ink, but the sun was still shining here.
Ziqing didn't encounter anything unusual on the way back, if it weren't for the muffled bell on her wrist, if it weren't for the clothes she was wearing on her body, even she herself probably wondered if what she had just experienced would be a dream.
The bell hadn't rang since it reached her.
Ziqing sat on the bus just now and looked carefully, there were no beads in it, it was indeed a dumbbell.
But she had heard the sound of a bell when she was in the hospital, and it had been ringing during the fight with the woman.
The moment the red braided rope wrapped around her wrist like a living thing, there was a cold aura that ran down her wrist and into her brain.
Then countless thoughts began to buzz in her ears like flies I didn't expect this bell to be tricked, but this thing is really cleverly made.
And Ziqing is not the original owner, she has her own sea and sea wall, so these thoughts enter the original owner's head, and they only become the ideas that are transmitted to Ziqing, and they cannot act on Ziqing's consciousness, let alone command the original owner's body.
Instead, let Ziqing touch the things in this bell.
This information completely subverts Ziqing's original perception of this plot world Ziqing got off the bus at the previous stop from the rental house, went to the small restaurant next to it and asked for a bowl of fat intestine noodles, plus two knots, and took a break.
Restore strength.
Then I went to the supermarket and bought some high-calorie compressed biscuits and mineral water, which was enough for three or four days.
Now that Cuiru and Chu Dafang are going to work, she is home alone, and she needs enough time to sort out these things.
Ziqing's hand subconsciously fell on the bell on his wrist in his mind.
The events of the past two days flashed like a movie, and the powerful memory analysis ability teased out the relationship between these images as quickly as possible There must be something wrong with the old woman who lives in the same courtyard as them Unfortunately, the information she knew was limited to "the wandering woman who had been kindly taken in by the landlord", so she had to go out of the yard and get more information "Two cakes.
Touch" "30,000, and" After passing through several lanes in a row, there was the sound of rubbing mahjong.
This area is all within the scope of demolition, and now the policy is really good, and it is better to struggle for a lifetime than to build a thatched house in these areas in the early years.
So the most of them here is the teahouse, and the sound of mahjong is everywhere.
You don't have to struggle, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of your life, in addition to playing mahjong and all kinds of parents Ziqing's eyes fell on those who rubbed mahjong, and throughout the ages, the most mixed information was the place of teahouses and restaurants.
After thinking about it, he walked in with two large bags of things.
Stone-paved floors.
Neighbors who live next to each other on both sides, some teahouses, and some simply put two mahjong tables outside their doors, and four people can start around a table.
The proprietress sat on the mahjong table, painted her scarlet mouth, and shouted at her: "Hey, what is the little girl doing here to play mahjong, come here, help me look at my hands" Ziqing didn't want to play mahjong, but after thinking about it, in addition to playing mahjong here, he was playing mahjong.
If you don't do anything, others will definitely think you are a thorn in your head, and simply sit down and live two handfuls. 136 cards, just know the rules.
It's hard not to win.
Ziqing felt that he was "bullying the small with the big" with his countless lifetimes of life experience, but the other three people sitting at the table were all veterans at the card table, and when they saw a young man, the first thing was to ask "whether you have money" No matter how old you are, as long as you have money, you can sit down and play mahjong.
Or occasionally say two sour "warning words" and the like.
Ziqing put a handful of red tickets and change on the table.
The three glanced contemptuously.
Press a button in the middle of the table, and a gap appears in the middle, pushing all the mahjong inside.
Then press another key, and a row of neatly stacked mahjong will rise from each of the four directions.
Roll the dice, draw cards Ziqing is well versed in the world, and if he wants to bring up the topic, he can do it easily.
After a few decks of cards, there are losses and wins.
The relationship gradually warmed up.
Ziqing will not deliberately lose much to them in order to get a little rumor from these people, their appetite is not something that can be filled by these few red tickets, and more importantly, if they lose a lot when they first arrive, they will definitely be regarded as wronged, and even think that they can be wiped dry and eaten.
They wanted to ask her why a young girl didn't go to school, why she came to play cards, and wanted to play her words, but Ziqing didn't have the heart to say anything, just like playing Tai Chi, and pushed the topic back.
The topic unconsciously talked about the rental house she rented, of course she would not say that she rented it herself, only that it was a former classmate, and someone in their class got sick after returning from that rental house The faces of several people darkened, and they gave Ziqing a look again and again, "Tsk, it must have bumped into you and tell that classmate quickly, let her go to Aunt Yun of Tiange Mountain, she can drive away evil demons, and it works very well."
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Zijing pretended to be disdainful: "What evil is there in these years, it's all rumored by people." ” Before the words fell, several people were very "enthusiastic" to count her "young people are not sensible", "don't listen to the old man, suffer in front of you" and so on.
Ziqing turned his head to look at the wind chimes under the eaves of the teahouse, and said casually: "By the way, why does every family here hang a string of wind chimes on the door?"
Mo said that it was a few people at the card table, and even someone next to him surrounded him, and began to gossip that Ziqing was "not a local".
"Of course, wind chimes bring good luck and regulate feng shui" "These are wind chimes that have been consecrated, but they are not ordinary, they can calm the soul and keep a house safe" "Last time, there was a new little girl in Baicao Lane who was ignorant, so she went to move the wind chime, but it happened in less than a month, and she couldn't be saved." t1706231537: