Chapter Forty-Three: The Old Dry Smoke in the Canvas Pocket
This cockroach is scarlet all over, the tentacles are strangely long, the six legs are full of barbs, sometimes half-spread wings, slightly arched its body, the whole body is almost smeared with yellow wax, and the oil is shiny. www.biquge.info I grew up in the mountains, forests, woods, tiles and stones since I was a child, and I am not unfamiliar with this thing, let alone afraid of it, but it is unbearable to see it popping out of my ears, and what is even more terrifying is that this hateful cockroach is rapidly expanding! Its body seemed to be constantly impulsed, and after three or five counts, the woman's arm could not bear it, and she threw it to the ground.
"Cluck-goo-goo-goo-"
The cockroach let out a strange cry and suddenly turned to stare at me, and at this moment, its body was already the size of a wild dog, and its swelling had not diminished in the slightest.
"Is this really an old ghost?" I muttered in my heart, wondering why he had become like this, and why he had appeared in my ears, and why he had already done it if he had killed me, and why he had to put on such a scene, wasn't it for the sake of teasing and laughing?
"Brush!"
In the blink of an eye, this thing jumped, left me and jumped out of three or five feet away, and flew straight to the big red head in the distance, the cockroach is very agile, even when it is a normal size, it is really difficult to catch and fight, and can only rely on poison to kill its life, and now it is so big, a big buffalo flying in the air, running and jumping recklessly, as if there is no balance around, it is very fierce. I have only seen such swiftness in Dari, when the old ghost jumped on top of the towering red pine and dodged the rain of bullets and bullets that came close to him, so I was sure that this monster must have been transformed by the old ghost!
Three or two steps, the cockroach came to the big red head, the uncle was in the cab with its angry eyes, the field was lit up by the lights, the cockroach paused slightly, full of strength, bowed his head and rushed to the cab! The impact was really fast, the windshield shattered, and a hole was immediately broken in the middle, the giant cockroach was too large, and it didn't rush in twice, so it jumped out of the car and took seven or eight steps backwards, as if it was accumulating strength for the second impact.
At this moment, the uncle in the car has lost his original calm air, and his expression shows a little panic, but he still stays in the cab, and there is no intention of escaping.
"Uncle! Come on! I couldn't help shouting, but the baby next to me laughed more and more wickedly, as if he liked the cockroach very much, and his eyes stared intently, as if he were in a trance.
A fishy rush of evil came and made me shudder. Finally, like a cannonball, the cockroach shot at the big red head again.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The ground trembled with the huge impact, and with a loud bang, the monster finally smashed its head into the glass of the cab, and half of its body was already inserted into the cab, and its mouth and teeth were only half a palm away from the uncle.
But the distance of half a slap is just right, the body of the giant cockroach is lying across the glass, and the window frame has been deformed, the big red head made by the foreigner is not covered, no matter how the cockroach struggles, except for the creaking metal friction sound of the body, it has not given the monster any space, and it is stuck in the middle of the road, and it can not be withdrawn.
It dawned on me that this was a trap specially made by my uncle? Before I could come back to my senses, a flash of red suddenly burst out of the slash and shot straight at the big monster.
"Meow-" A cat meow pierced the inky night. It's a red cat! When I see this guy, I always have a reflexive joy, overflowing with words.
I am not very old, but I have tasted the suffering that is rare in the world; I had a beautiful dream, but I tasted all the hardships that I will never recover. And this cat, but always appeared in the most bleak and helpless cold night, never missed the appointment, he has become my totem, the color of my vitality can never be erased.
The red cat's lithe body landed on the cockroach, and as it struggled, it slammed into its back and sneered. With each mouthful, a stream of yellow-green pus erupted from the monster's body, scattering in all directions, and with a few efforts, the big red-headed car was dyed into a big yellow-headed car, with a little green juice in between. The red cat has long been submerged in this complex color, and has lost its original color, and can only see the cat's mouth like a pincer, pinching the giant cockroach one by one.
"Hey, hey, heyβ"
The baby next to me suddenly laughed, he seemed to like the scene, the monster's yellow-green pus must have been to the child's appetite, perhaps he thought it was a good match for his brass-colored rotting entrails. The woman on the side picked up the child and looked intently as she stepped back, muttering "Kill it!" Kill it! β
After a while, the cockroach finally stopped moving, and the cat licked its tongue in satisfaction, barked at the uncle in the cab, and jumped out of the car.
The uncle, who had been sitting in the car, finally opened the car door, turned around and walked to the back of the car, pulled out five iron chains from the back hanging, tied four of the six legs of the giant cockroach respectively, and the other iron chain directly wrapped the cockroach's head and strangled it twice. With a few loud engine roars, the chain slid up with a clatter, slowly hanging the bitten cockroach in the air.
The uncle quietly took out a roll of dry tobacco and matches from his canvas trouser pocket, and smoked them with a click.
The giant cockroach's belly had long been hollowed out by the red cat, leaving only the shell with its head and tail attached, shaking tremblingly in mid-air, as if a breeze could blow it off.
The uncle looked up at the dead thing, and showed a very happy expression.
This night, it was as if it had suddenly become quiet. Uncle, me, the red cat, the woman, and the child were all staring at the dead monster, fascinated.
I slowly walked up to my uncle and asked tremblingly,
"This, this is the old ghost?"
I looked up at my uncle, who squinted his eyes to avoid the spicy smoke wafting out of his mouth.
"What do you think?" Uncle asked me rhetorically, his eyes still staring at the air.
I suddenly remembered that in the old forest in winter, my uncle once stabbed the old ghost to death with a dagger, who would have expected that the old ghost would grow a new head, which made me shudder.
"It's not!"
"Oh? Why? β
"The old ghost is dead, but he can still live! I've seen it! You stab him in the head, and he can grow a new one! This thing can't live! β
"Oh? Who said it wouldn't live-" Uncle said as he pointed to the cockroach hanging in mid-air, and I looked in the direction and suddenly found that the cockroach's belly was growing little by little!
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