Liang Hai's words were also reasonable, I didn't hesitate, I raised my hand and concocted it in the same way.

When they all lay down, I realized that my own middle finger had been deformed, presumably fractured.

Ignoring the pain in my fingers, I turned my head and ran to the noodle stall and put Huang Bengui on my back again.

This disciple of the Mourning Star Monarch is really not blowing.

On the first day of entry, I made such a big deal, and I was worthy of his old man's name.

On the way, I picked up a few branches from the side of the road and randomly fixed my fingers to act as a makeshift splint.

I didn't dare to take the main road, so I had to go around the road and go out of the city from the east until I was safe.

The car headed east, and if I'm not mistaken, there was an abandoned factory.

It was said that the factory was supposed to be demolished, but I don't know why, and it stopped halfway through the demolition.

Now that this place is deserted, and not even birds fly here, it is the best for someone like me who has nowhere to stay.

I looked back and forth, and all the houses were demolished, except for the leftmost building, which was still intact.

At the very least, there's a roof.

When I came in, I realized that there were three floors in total, and the situation was even worse than I thought.

Although there is a roof that can shelter from the wind, there are no windows around it, and even a small breeze can become a biting wind through the hall.

As for the ground, it is even more miserable, and the bare concrete floor, except for the broken bricks and tiles, is thick ash.

Forget it, I'm like a fugitive now, it's nice to have a place to stay, so don't pick and choose.

I cleaned up an open space on the ground and laid out Huang Bengui in the most traditional way, as if it were a mortuary.

I was finally able to catch my breath, but then a terrible problem arose - food.

I couldn't hold on for long by starving.

Tsk, or go out.

I took out all the money, and the bits and pieces added up, less than 3,000 yuan.

I roughly calculated, an urn, no matter what, will cost 2,000 yuan, leaving me to move, only a few hundred.

Seeing that it was getting dark, I ran out of the night, started the car, and went back to the city.

When I was in the car, I found a few masks, which was a godsend.

The moment the mask was on his face, a sour smell peculiar to saliva immediately spread.

Damn, I'd like to pay attention to oral hygiene.

When I entered the city, I deliberately found a few more remote shops, and almost all the money I had was exchanged for bread and pickles.

Just as I was getting into the car and about to return home, I was suddenly hit by someone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It was a young man who hit me, white and clean, with a bucket in one hand, and apologized to me very politely.

I didn't say anything, turned around and got ready to get in the car.

The moment I opened the door, I glanced everywhere and saw this young man with a brush in one hand and a paper in the other.

We were a little far away, and with the wind-blown paper shaking slightly, I seemed to see something, but it wasn't real.

I looked at it for a moment, and then moved closer.

On the telephone pole, there are four big words: missing person notice.

The words further down began to get smaller, and I looked down seriously.

It probably means that Huang Bengui is a liver cancer patient who ran away from home, and although he is conscious, he has never been able to contact anyone.

The most terrible thing is that the Huang family received news that they had found him in Monan.

Further down, there is a photo of me carrying Huang Bengui, the picture is a little blurry, and it looks like it was intercepted from the surveillance.

However, the video captured me in the face, and as long as I recognize it a little, I will definitely be able to recognize it.

When I saw this, a cool breeze swished on my back.

We were the only ones who knew about it, and now that he's dead, there's no one to testify to.

At this moment, the young man turned his head and looked at me, so frightened that I instinctively took a few steps back.

"Big brother, you can help me take the bucket."

If I turn around and run now, it will arouse suspicion and force me to pretend to be calm.

I looked at him and asked casually, "Is the old man in the family lost?"

A wry smile squeezed out of the corner of his mouth: "No, he is already sick, and he is still running around."

If I'm not mistaken, Huang Bengui personally told me that he has no children, no daughters, and no worries.