It's really weird, generally speaking, thinking about the day and dreaming at night, many of the men's spring dreams are women they are familiar with, but all the women I knew before Guoda Road are not as good as the women in white and black, and in the dream, the woman in black seems to be jealous because she is happy with the woman in white.

It's funny, it's funny, it must be that I held it for too long, and suddenly I had a big dream--actually two women like me at the same time in the dream.

The next day, a pile of garbage arrived.

Guoda Road actually found a bookshelf inside.

A mini bookshelf, made of a few wooden boards, can be placed on the desk to put some books, pens or whatnot.

There were several damages on the bookshelf, and it seemed that it had accidentally fallen to the ground, and the original owner threw it directly into the trash.

Broken bookshelves are of little use to Guoda Road, but they are a good ingredient for termites. Guoda Lu dismantled the bookshelf into small pieces, took a few small pieces of wood, and stuffed them into the ant nest.

However, what made him strange was that he couldn't see the termites, he could only see a few more winding roads in the nest, it seemed that the termites had dug a nest again in the center of the nest, the nest was very hidden, and the termites could not be seen from the outside of the nest on Guoda Road. It's funny, as if termites are conscious and don't want people outside to see their every move.

Guoda Road shrugged his shoulders and placed the nest next to the trash can.

Guoda Lu didn't notice that in a corridor of the ant nest, there was a pair of small transparent wings, which were the wings of termites.

If he saw it, he would be surprised, because female termites only shed their wings after mating, and there is no second termite in this nest, how do female termites mate?

Since then, Guo Dalu has never seen termites in the ant nest, and if it weren't for the fact that all the pieces of wood he feeds every day are gone, he would have thought that the termites are dead.

However, Guoda Road's attention to this little friend who hid his figure quickly faded, because a thought became stronger and stronger in his heart - to leave the reef and go to the mainland!

Since termites can fly to the reef with the help of the wind, then our country's main road will definitely be able to go to the mainland!

The most crucial issue is to discern the direction, the direction in which the mainland is located!

Guoda Lu pondered this question repeatedly, and the relevant details became clearer and clearer - you can make a boat out of foam board, and then make a sail out of plastic sheeting and raincoats, with the help of the wind, etc., no, you don't know where the wind is blowing, what if the wind blows you farther and farther away from the land?

Is there a wind that blows from the ocean to the continent all the time?

Yes, there is such a wind. Typhoons are generated in the oceans and then move towards the continents, bringing storms and rain to the continents. Yongcheng City, where Guoda Road was originally located, has to be baptized by typhoons every year.

However, the typhoon was so violent that the boats made of foam board and the sails made of raincoats could not withstand the tearing of the typhoon at all, and they would soon turn into pieces.

Then don't make a boat, just tie the foam board directly to the outside of the trash can to increase the buoyancy of the trash can.

However, if you burrow into the garbage can, under the blowing and lapping of typhoons and huge waves, you will definitely hit your nose and face like a bean in a can, and you can even break your neck. It's no joke, I need something to cushion a crash, like an airbag in a car.

There is something to make an airbag!

That's the condom!

There are often many used condoms in the trash can - don't ask why there are many used condoms in the trash can next to the girls' dormitory building of the National Health Technology Institute, there are anyway, and there are many of them.

When Guoda Lu first saw these sets, he only felt disgusted, but later found that after cleaning them, they were good water bladders, so they were all kept.

Now, these sleeves can be blown up and stuffed in the trash can, acting like airbags.

The more Guo Dalu thought about it, the more he felt that his plan to use the typhoon to rush to the mainland was very feasible, and finally, he jumped up and did it!

The 21st century is a plastic world, all kinds of plastic products are abundant in every corner of people's lives, plastic bags, foam boards, balloons, sleeves, nylon ropes, woven bags - Guoda Road frantically collects every plastic product that can increase buoyancy, and then uses tape, 502 glue or rope to firmly fix it on the surface of the trash can.

The garbage can has become a giant mountain of plastic floating on the surface of the sea, and the shape is as weird as it gets, to be exact, a collection of garbage and waste.

Guoda Road is to rely on such a stinking thing to rush to the mainland with the power of a typhoon.

He's gone completely insane, and all it takes is one big wave to break this barely tied pile of rags apart.

Crazy is crazy, Guoda Road is dead in the waves, and he doesn't want to live on this hellish reef - he can't be as good as a termite. With her small wings, the female termite has the courage to travel thousands of miles and fight against the wind and waves.

The condoms are poured with rainwater, which are stacked inside and out, making them less likely to break, and the rainwater poured into them not only strengthens the buffering effect, but also provides fresh water in times of crisis.

Flutter, Guoda Road threw the watered sleeve into the trash, he looked up and looked at the skyline in the distance, where there was a thick black.

The air was a little stuffy, the wind was blowing the sea breeze, and the waves were a little commotionous.

Guoda Lu's previous life experience in Yongcheng told him that a typhoon was coming.

He let out a long breath and glanced again at the huge pile of plastic garbage, and it was really all in place, only the east wind was owed - no, a typhoon.

Now, the typhoon is just around the corner, and it's time for you to hit the road - phew, the word "on the road" is too ugly, open the road, open the road.

Guoda Lu kicked heavily on the garbage heap, and the garbage heap slowly left the reef, and then he jumped away from the reef where he had spent an unknown number of days and nights, stood firmly on the garbage heap, got into the garbage can in the center, slapped it, and closed the lid.

A gust of wind blew across the sea, and the garbage heap was getting farther and farther away from the reef.

There is still a lot of garbage left on the reef, and there is a lot of food to eat, but the contents of the garbage cans are limited, and new garbage is delivered every day, so except for clean water and a very small amount of food, the rest of the garbage is left on the reef.

At this time, in the garbage heap left on the reef, several red sausages that had passed their expiration date were blown by the wind, and the bones rolled down the reef.

Under the reef, for some reason, the undercurrent surged, faintly chasing the departing garbage heap, and the sinking red intestine suddenly disappeared when it passed through the undercurrent.

In a moment, several red plastic skins with a trademark characteristic of red sausages floated to the surface of the sea and stuck to the bottom of the garbage heap where Guoda Road was hiding.

Suddenly, with a snap, the lid of the 10-clean bucket in the center of the garbage heap was opened, and Guoda Road appeared, and without hesitation, he jumped into the sea with a thud and swam back to the reef as fast as he could.

Guoda Lu panted heavily, dripping with water, turned over the reef, pulled out a plastic ant nest, and muttered: "Good people do it to the end, take you back to the mainland." He swam back to the garbage heap and got into Bao 10 again.

In the trash can, there is a little light, which is the LED light on a power bank. Guoda Lu was looking at a compass in his hand by the light, the compass was only a little cracked in the needle shell, and the compass function was still intact.

However, Guoda Road soon gave up on identifying the direction, because the compass has been turning wildly, in fact, without a compass, the Guoda Road drilled in the garbage can can already feel the power of the typhoon outside.

The wind and waves blew the trash cans and the pile of plastic waste outside, and with the huge waves going up and down, it was damn many times more exciting than the pirate ship in the amusement park!

Fortunately, there was no seasickness on Guoda Road, otherwise, he would have to vomit himself. But even if he was nervous, he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.

However, Guo Dalu did not dare to open the lid of the garbage can to look outside, so in order to prevent seawater from leaking in, he used chewing gum and plasticine to fill the gap in the lid of the garbage can from the inside.

If you forcibly open the garbage cover, in case a wave hits and seawater pours into the garbage can, then you will have to change your surname to "Chen" from today, and your name will be "in the end" - your full name will sink to the end.

Luckily, the watered multi-layer condoms served as a good buffer, and the road was not bumped and damaged, but the roar of the huge waves hitting the garbage heap made him tremble - he didn't know how many of the foam and plastic bags he had left tied up in layers of 10 clean bags.

Curled up in a pile of condoms in the garbage can, Guoda Lu didn't know that the plastic foam he tied to the outside of the trash can with duct tape, glue and nylon rope had long been torn clean by the wind and waves!

Now there is only a bare garbage can left, tossing and falling in the huge waves like a mountain, and it seems that it will be shattered by the next wave at any moment, like an eggshell!

It's just that there is always an undercurrent at the bottom of the sea, closely following the trash can, and whenever the trash can is in danger, the undercurrent will gently support it, or quietly push it, so that the trash can can avoid the most sinister waves.

Guoda Road was in the garbage can, so naturally he didn't know this scene, he just chanted the gods and Buddhas in his mouth, hoping that the gods and goddesses from all walks of life could bless him to reach the mainland safely.

In the final analysis, Guoda Lu is just a young man who is not deeply involved in the world, he has not even graduated from college, and he does things on his own, and he actually wants to escape by a pile of foam garbage, if it were not for the help of that undercurrent, he would have become a floating corpse long ago.

However, there is one thing that Guoda Road analyzes correctly, that is, this typhoon is indeed blowing from the sea to the land, and unconsciously, in the storm, there is an undulating black line at the other end of the sea level, which is land.

Continent!

The vast continent, under the blowing of the typhoon, the garbage can is getting closer and closer to the mainland, and you can already see the undulating mountains, endless forests, rushing rivers, and cliffs like blades.

Wait a minute!

A thousand cliffs?!

That's right!

It's a cliff!

The coast of the continent is not a soft sand, let alone a slippery silt, but a cliff as sharp as a knife blade that can not be seen at a glance, and the cliff is hundreds of meters high, like an endless city wall, towering on the shore.

When it hits the cliff, the rocks that are as hard as dog's teeth can easily tear the plastic garbage can to shreds, and the Guoda Road hidden in it will be like an egg yolk, turning into a pile of rotten meat and bones!

Guoda Lu didn't know all this, he still hid in the garbage can, hoping that after the wind and waves stopped, he and the garbage can would lie peacefully on a golden beach.

The trash can is getting closer and closer to the cliff!

Dozens of meters high waves crashed on the cliff, shattering into patches of waves, the garbage can rose and fell with the waves, several times almost hit the sharp rocks, suddenly, a particularly large wave rolled up the garbage can, roared, and slapped against the cliff!

Guoda Lu was in the trash can, and he also felt this extraordinary impact, but this time, at this moment, it was just the time for the trash can to start a new transmission, and he was trapped by a pile of garbage that suddenly appeared in the trash can, even if he realized the danger, it was too late to open the lid of the can!

At this moment, a waterspout suddenly appeared at the bottom of the sea, swept the garbage can at the tip of the giant wave, narrowly avoided the cliff, and fell back to the surface.

No, it's not a coincidence!

The waterspout did not disappear, but wrapped in a trash can again, rushing towards the cliff, as if trying to send the trash can up the embankment at the top of the cliff.

However, the cliff was too high, and the waterspout pounced several times in a row, but it was not able to send the garbage can safely to the cliff, but the waterspout itself accidentally hit the strange rocks of the cliff.

What is puzzling is that when the waterspout crashes into the cliff, from the inside of the waterspout, there is a faint muffled snort, but in the thunder and storm, this muffled snort is really inaudible, only a few drops of golden blood dripping on the cliff can prove that the slightly painful muffled snort does exist.

In the garbage can, Guoda Lu came out of a pile of freshly transmitted garbage, and there was a vegetable leaf hanging on his head, frowning: "Strange, why is this wave head so weird?"

The big character of the road also found that it was abnormal, although the wind and waves were urgent, but the ups and downs of the waves were regular, there must be a down, there must be a volt together, but now, he felt like he was flying in the air, the whole person was flying in the air, sometimes, he could even feel that the garbage can actually moved sideways in the air - how could there be such strange waves in this world?

The uneasiness in Guo Dalu's heart became more and more intense, and he even came up with a ridiculous idea -- the trash can could not have been eaten by a very large whale, right? If you open the lid of the can, you will find yourself in the stomach of the whale.

This ridiculous thought can't be stopped.

Guoda Lu gritted his teeth and reached for the gum and cement on the edge of the lid of the bucket - he actually wanted to open the lid and drill out to see what was going on!

The waterspout also seemed to have discovered the abnormality of the trash can, and was actually a little flustered - that's right, it was the word panic, and the body composed of sea water actually twisted and swayed in the air, swaying back and forth, and a large area of water splash shattered, faintly revealing the cyan scales inside, and even in the refraction of the water light, you can glimpse the claws!

Guoda Lu was pulling the lid of the bucket, and suddenly his face itched and hurt, and he couldn't help but scream: "Hell! something bites me!"

He returned his hand, snapped it on his face, and really felt something foreign in his fingers, he subconsciously tightened his fingers, pinched it, and then raised it in front of his eyes, under the illumination of LED lights, Guoda Road saw at a glance, and in the fingers, there was a termite.

A termite that he slapped and pinched.

Guo Dalu was stunned for a moment -- I saw the big-headed ghost, this termite, is it the one in the nest? When did it come out of the nest? Also, what about its wings? Why are the wings missing?

Damn! That's not the point! Termites are dying!

The little termite was slapped and pinched by Guoda Road, and the whole body was flattened, and even a few legs were broken, and it was impossible to live.

Guoda Lu was incoherent: "****, hey, I didn't mean to--don't die, ouch--"

Before he could see the termite injury, he suddenly felt a whirlwind of the sky - outside the garbage can, the waterspout wrapped the garbage can violently, sank deep to the bottom of the sea, and then turned round and round, and a huge whirlpool gradually formed--

Guo Dalu felt that he was a small drop of blood in the centrifuge that was making serum, and under the action of the huge centrifugal force, his body was tightly pressed against the wall of the trash can, unable to move, he could only barely bend his fingers and hold the already seriously injured termite in the palm of his hand, so that it would not be injured again - although this action was meaningless, Guo Dalu did it so naturally, because termites were his only companion in this world.

The waterspout with the garbage can spin faster and faster, the whirlpool at the bottom of the sea is getting bigger and bigger, and with a thunderclap, the waterspout rises into the sky, with the power of high-speed rotation, and swoops towards the cliff!

At the top of the waterspout, it was Bao 10 clean, boom, the waterspout hit the cliff hard, the waves shattered into countless pieces, which contained broken scales and blood, a sharp scream sounded, however, the garbage can was like a lead ball, thrown high over the cliff, towards the forest behind the cliff.

In the air, the road of Guoda rolled violently with the garbage cans, and he also heard the scream - it was definitely not a hallucination, it was really a scream, and it was the scream of a woman, and the sound was so clear that even the roar of the howling typhoon and the crashing waves on the shore could not be concealed.

However, Guoda Road could not do anything, because the garbage can had fallen heavily into the forest, right on a huge tree canopy, and the garbage can was bounced into the air, then fell again, and bounced back again - Guoda Road felt like a bean, a bean in a box that was desperately shaken, and was shocked to the point that several condoms were broken, and the water inside soaked Guoda Road.

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