The motor carried a bag of live chickens and walked along the railroad until dawn to reach the city. At the gate of the city, he put down the bag full of local chickens from his shoulders and tightened the mouth of the bag, and continued to carry it to the city, until he walked to the bazaar, he found a chicken seller, bargained with no result, and finally referred to the prices of other chicken sellers, and sold all the bags of local chickens at a price slightly lower than the market price, and got a total of 500 yuan.

When he stuffed the money into his waist bag, he put one hand into his trouser pocket again, and scratched it hard against his crotch, and he suddenly felt that his left and right cheeks were also itching, so he kept scratching, and his heart was more and more thinking about seeing a doctor.

He came to a hospital on West Street in the county seat, a doctor in a white coat saw that he had a layer of red bumps on his cheeks the size of rice grains, and asked how it was caused, he was very nervous, and he also knew that he was infected with germs because of stealing chickens, but it was difficult to say directly, so he paused and replied helplessly, I don't know how it was caused.

The doctor smiled lightly and said that he had never encountered such a situation, and he didn't know what caused it. The motor continues to lie, and I really don't know what caused it. The doctor said, "When did this symptom occur, you should know it, right?"

It seems like yesterday.

It's not like, be sure.

Mada and the doctor fought a verbal lawsuit, and finally the doctor confirmed that it was a bacterial infection and asked him to be hospitalized. He said that he would go back first, and the doctor said yes, and the motor went back to entrust Xiao Ma to Wu's mother to take care of him for a few more days, and then returned to the hospital for treatment.

The doctor arranged for the motor to lie down in the ward for the injection, and after about two days, his body was no longer itchy, but strange symptoms appeared, and all the exposed parts of the body, especially the back of the hands, and the ankles grew something that frightened him: fine chicken feathers.

When the doctor came to visit the patient, he passed by his hospital bed and was stopped by him, and he pointed to the layer of chicken feathers growing on his neck and whispered to the doctor, "Alas, is there a cure?" The doctor was surprised, looked at him carefully and said, "I have never treated this disease, and I am not sure if it can be cured, but our hospital will try to treat you."

Mada secretly thought: Since I can't get it, why should I treat him? So after the bottle of sling needles was filled, he said to the doctor, I want to be discharged, because there is no debt, the doctor is not good to forcibly stop it. But the symptoms of chicken feathers on his body made the patient psyllium in the same ward think that a lot of chickens in the village have been lost recently, could it be related to him?

Psyllium is a young man from Chefu Village, their village is about 3 kilometers away from Peishanao Village, recently eight or nine chickens have been stolen, they began to mistakenly think that the weasel took away the chicken, a little more understanding people can think that the weasel can not take away dozens of chickens at a time, the number is so large.

Who made the chicken thief? Suspicion and distrust arose between neighbors and villages. But no one has any evidence that anyone stole the chickens.

In order to find evidence and catch the chicken thief, Psyllium worked as a volunteer detective two days ago, lurking in an inconspicuous part of the village during the day, or climbing an evergreen umbrella-shaped tree to hide among the branches, or curling up under a periscope-like ridge, wearing a hat made of green branches and green leaves on his head, which is not easy for others to see, but he can observe the movement around the village. At night, he doesn't need to be so disguised, he can use the night as a cover to patrol secretly.

But these two days not only did not have any effect, because the weather was too cold at night, he suffered from the wind cold, he also contracted a heavy feeling, snot and tears, and coughed occasionally, and a cough was easy to expose, if the chicken thief came, and you did not find him, he would find you first and run away, so that your squatting and patrolling in the village became futile.

In order to cure the cough caused by a cold, he came to the hospital early this morning, and after the doctor prescribed his pulse, he asked him to take the medicine and go to a ward in the inpatient department to get a hanging needle, and there was a sick bed on the left side of the hospital bed where he was lying, and a person lying on it was also getting a hanging needle, he was a man with chicken feathers on the exposed parts of his hands and feet.

Psyllium is very sensitive and even suspects that this person is a chicken thief, but there is no evidence, and he plans to follow him after he cures his cold and cough.

When the nurse came in, he asked where the man with chicken feathers was from, but the nurse couldn't answer and asked him to ask the doctor. After this bottle of hanging needles was finished and the needle was pulled, he insisted on asking the doctor, but the doctor didn't know, and took a blank prescription list and said, we only know the patient's name, gender, age and condition, and the rest do not need to know, we are not checking the household registration.

Psyllium blinked and said then you tell me the name of the man with chicken feathers on his body.

Unfortunately, two people came to see a doctor. The doctor said to psyllium, go, go, I don't have time to talk to you about this. Psyllium handed the doctor a cigarette and said, "I suspect that the man with chicken feathers on his body is not a good person."

The doctor shook his hand and said that he would not smoke, and said that it had nothing to do with us doctors whether he was a good person or not, and that we were only concerned with curing the disease. Seeing the doctor's blunt attitude, Psyllium was stunned for a moment and prepared to leave.

When the doctor saw that he hadn't left, he wanted to get rid of him, saying that you should go to the pharmacy and check it, and there is a prescription for him to take the medicine, and the name of the person with chicken feathers on his body is written on the prescription. Psyllium didn't expect anything, and came to the door of the pharmacy to ask, but unexpectedly, the person who issued the medicine had a good attitude and actually helped him find out the name of the person with chicken feathers on his body: Motor.

Psyllium out of the hospital, came to the nearby village road and asked two children after school, I don't know who is the motor, I met a middle-aged man with a hoe, and then asked, only to know that the motor is the man who died of the woman, and the village not far in front of the south bank of the river is his family.

Psyllium walked in the direction that the middle-aged man said, and after a while, he saw a tiled house sitting on the side of a low mountain, and a man sitting at the door with scissors cutting something on his body, probably the chicken feathers born on the clipping body, he thought that the man was the motor, because he was in the same ward in the hospital, and he remembered the man's physical characteristics too clearly.

Suspecting that the motor was a chicken thief, the psyllium suddenly stopped, and he wanted to peek at the motor from a distance, so he lowered his head slightly, walked around, pretending to be looking for something in the field, and did not alarm the motor sitting at the door of the house. If the motor keeps sitting there and moving the scissors, and the body does not move, the psyllium will not have the patience to continue monitoring, and it will take time to continue monitoring, and he will not think it is cost-effective.

As soon as this thought came to mind, he found that the motor got up from the door and walked into the room, and the psyllium sat on the field and waited for him to come out of the house.

In a moment, the motor finally came out, carrying an empty snakeskin bag in his hand. This snakeskin bag is not made of snakeskin, in fact, it is artificially woven, because the white lattice on the bag is dense like the small scales on the snake's body, so people call it snakeskin bag.

The motor locked the door and walked north along an uneven dirt road, his hand poking in his trouser purse occasionally pulling out, as if pinching something. He opened his palm and shook it in front of his eyes, then squeezed it into a fist, and stabbed it into his pants purse, and then pulled out an empty hand, something must have been put back in his pants purse, and Psyllium had no way of knowing, because he kept a necessary distance from the motor, so that the motor could not feel that someone was following and watching him.