"Whew... ”

Wu Dao lowered his head and supported his knees, panting heavily, sweating wildly, looking like he had been squeezed dry.

Don't get me wrong, Wu Dao didn't encounter any danger, or happiness, he just wandered around the foot of the mountain for a long time, and he didn't find a gap to get into, so he had no choice but to take out an axe and a woodcutter to open the way, and after two hours, he was tired like this turtle.

Wu Dao was desperate, and looked behind him, this is not 50 meters deep, and he must burp when he encounters danger like this, there are plants all around, and it is difficult to turn around.

Wu Dao retreated and rode a three-wheeled motorcycle around the foot of the mountain, "I don't believe it, it's all blocked by plants?"

"Sudden Sudden Sudden ... ”

Wu Dao's face was shaken, and he walked along the foot of the mountain to the side he had never been to, the road was filled with construction waste, bumpy and uneven, and the smell of garbage became stronger and stronger.

Wu Dao had heard that there was a landfill on this side of the mountain, and it seemed that this was the direction.

Wu Dao's braincase hurt from the smoke at first, but after staying for a long time, even if the taste became stronger and stronger, he only felt smelly, and the discomfort weakened.

"Heh, as long as I don't think you're, then you can't stink me. ”

Wu Dao saw the wall from a distance, and when he came to the entrance, the iron gate was locked, and Wu Dao stopped and prepared to turn over the iron gate.

"Bang. The door of the gatehouse inside the iron gate opened, and a brown one-meter-four rat wore a brown and yellow jacket that was obviously too big, and his gray-black pants dragged to the ground, standing with his back slightly arched and walking slowly with his hands behind his back.

Wu Dao is no longer surprised, or his heart is strong and unfazed, to be precise, there is no sense of surprise.

The next reaction, in Guo Degang's words: This is also a witty master.

"Uncle?"

The big rat had a pair of glasses on the tip of his nose, and he couldn't figure out whether it was myopia or reading glasses, and when he heard Wu Dao's title, he was obviously very useful, and his posture immediately became more of a porter.

The big mouse approached the iron door with a shelf, and the tail behind him rolled a booklet through the railing and handed it out, and then raised his claws to take off a pen from the jacket pocket and handed it to Wu Dao, Wu Dao saw that the top of the shirt in the big mouse jacket was tightly buttoned, and couldn't help but become serious, nodded, took the booklet and flipped through it tentatively and said.

"Uncle, is this to be registered?"

Uncle Mouse obviously wanted to give feedback to Wu Dao about being a teachable child, and raised his paw to stroke his chin.

Wu Dao reacted, this "uncle" is estimated to be the former porter uncle, and he should have a beautiful goatee.

Wu Dao was very enthusiastic, and hurriedly said to Uncle Mouse: "Uncle, you are like this." ”

After speaking, the index finger and thumb of his right hand were gently twisted, and the orchid finger was cocked and pulled at the edge of his mouth, and then he squinted and nodded.

Oh! Uncle Mouse's eyes lit up when he saw this action, and the horizontal beard was wow, several, thick, long and black!

Uncle Mouse tried to practice, Wu Dao corrected it a few times, and exclaimed: "This time it's right, it's very similar." ”

He rolled his eyes and added, "It's very much like the master." ”

After Wu Dao signed, he handed the booklet and pen back to the mouse master, and the mouse master took it and read it, and actually grabbed the pen and wrote the date on the back!

Wu Dao was shocked, not Arabic numerals, not Arabic numerals, but capital numbers!

Fortunately, it was not perfunctory, and I really signed it.

Uncle Mouse's tail hooked out a bunch of keys from behind his waist, opened the door, and motioned for Wu Dao to drive the tricycle and motorcycle in.

Wu Dao obediently parked the three-wheeled motorcycle next to the gatehouse, the rat uncle locked the iron door, walked into the gatehouse with his hands behind his back, and saw Wu Dao standing there stupidly through the glass window, beckoning to come in.

Wu Dao entered the gatehouse and saw Uncle Mouse holding a hot water bottle and pouring hot water into an enamel jar.

After Wu Dao felt that Uncle Mouse deliberately anthropomorphized, he was kind to himself and decided to help Uncle Mo be more perfect.

"Uncle, you're wearing the wrong pants. ”

Wu Dao put down the jar and stood up, signaling that his pants should be pulled up to his chest.

"The shirt is tucked into the pants, and the chest is tied so that the pants don't drag the floor. ”

"yes, yes, it's still a bit long, I'll roll up your trousers. ”

"Tail, oh, there's nowhere to come out of the tail, I'll cut another hole for you. ”

"Well, the jacket can't be numbered, it's too big, go back and see if there's a more suitable one." ”

"Your glasses are myopia, you're not short-sighted, right, I'll buckle the lenses, yes, it's better." ”

"The temples should be tied with a strap, you can, you don't have to wear them all the time, you can usually hang them on your chest and wear them when you read a book. ”

Wu Dao tossed a little, and also fetched water to comb the back of Uncle Mouse.

Uncle Mouse is really a bit of a dog, far away from the old man pulling the hem of his shirt and looking at a small plastic mirror the size of a palm.

Uncle Mouse was obviously more enthusiastic about Wu Dao, and put out all the edible things in the house and invited Wu Dao to eat.

Wu Dao looked at the 45-yard American cockroach, the 32-yard German cockroach, the compound eyes such as the green-headed fly the size of a ping-pong ball, and some moldy food.

Wu Dao looked at Uncle Mouse with an expectant face, his eyes rolled, and he swept the garbage off the table with a wave of his hand, not giving Uncle Mouse any time to react, and said loudly in a blaming tone: "Uncle! You have suffered, how can you eat this?"

"Come, uncle, eat what I brought, eat this in the future, these are what we eat." ”

Wu Dao took out the food he brought from his backpack and stuffed it to Uncle Mouse.

Uncle Mouse cried as he held the food.

After that, Wu Dao and Uncle Mouse communicated with the almighty "Paste Bar" and learned that its previous owner was this porter uncle, who was very lonely without children and daughters, and caught it from this room, did not deal with it, and fed it, until a few days ago everything changed.

Uncle Mouse is a brown mouse, which is commonly known as a big mouse, and the actual life span is 2,3 years, it is indeed an uncle, and he is about to die, but the end of the world is coming, and fate will evolve, and life will be extended.

"Originally, the old man and I were lying in the nest and were about to die of old age, and I wanted to take a look at the master at the end, waiting left and right, and not seeing the master come back. ”

Wu Daoyi couldn't help but roll his eyes secretly when he heard Uncle Mouse calling himself an "old man", it was too dramatic, needless to say, he must have listened to the porter and learned it.

Fortunately, if it's a fantasy, it is estimated that it will call itself "old".

Uncle Mouse was immersed in his own memories, and Wu Dao hurriedly handed his hand over and put it on Uncle Mouse's paw.

"There were a few monsters lying there, and the owner also became a monster, and his head was broken, and a transparent thing flowed out of it, which strongly attracted the old man, and I was... ”

"Hey, I slept like this, and when I woke up, the old man was completely different, and the master was buried in the back of the house. ”

Wu Dao withdrew his hand and said secretly: It's over, there is a missing chapter in the middle...

Wu Dao asked Uncle Mouse to take him to the back of the house to worship the porter, which improved Uncle Mouse's favorability.

Uncle Mouse is a bit crazy, and he has to show Wu Daoxian his calligraphy, needless to say, it must be the concierge's hobby.

"Hao Zhigang?"

Wu Dao asked strangely, the handwriting of the elementary school student is already very remarkable, and Uncle Mouse said that this is the name given to it by the owner.

Wu Dao said secretly: "The porter gave you this name... It's strange, it's definitely not Doudou, it's Tintin. ”

If you see through it or not, Wu Dao gives a thumbs up to show a good name!

Taking advantage of "Uncle Hao's" efforts to clean up his pen and ink, Wu Dao's eyes swept to the window, and saw that on the punch card board hanging there, Hao Zhigang was written, and it was indeed the name of the porter.

"It can be regarded as a continuation of his own life, and he has also inherited the inheritance of his master, including the name, I don't know if you deliberately learn the master, or the master and you have merged, or how to live is not alive. ”

Wu Dao watched Uncle Hao put away the pen, ink and paper one by one, and couldn't help but be fascinated.

"Uncle Hao, I want to go through this mountainous area and get on the highway, how should I go?" Wu Dao asked.

Uncle Hao cocked his fingers, pulled the rat whiskers, squinted his eyes slightly, and thought, it seemed that the uncle was very satisfied with this action.

"That's it, well, I'll call you Xiao Wu, right?" Uncle Hao tried to be kind, but how did he look like a villain.

"My name is Wu Dao, Uncle Hao. ”

"Xiao Wu, it's not too early, you stay here temporarily, after dark, I'll take you to see the world, we need to think of a way, this mountain is not a good place to go." ”

Uncle Hao took Wu Dao's hand, shook his head and looked serious, but he didn't say a word, and he communicated through "Tieba", which looked like a mime.

Wu Dao also changed from the title of Xiao Wu, who made him witty at the beginning, and called the big mouse uncle, but according to the life cycle of the brown family mouse, Uncle Hao is at least a hundred years old, and it is not bad to call the uncle.

Wu Dao explained to Uncle Hao that he wanted to go back to his hometown in the northwest and find his family, and he wanted to bring a dog son and a pig brother.

Uncle Hao praised Wu Dao's thoughts, thinking that in the last days, Wu Dao has such a quality.

Wu Dao, a faceless guy, blushed rarely, scratched his head and modestly said that he still needed to work hard.

Uncle Hao, who provoked him, "squeaked" straight music, and his laughter was very ugly.

After Wu Dao heated the food and had a full meal with Uncle Hao, night fell.

Uncle Hao took an extended flashlight and took Wu Dao to prepare to go out.

"Uncle, can't you have night vision?" Wu Dao said, pointing to the flashlight.

Uncle Hao pointed at Wu Dao, indicating that it was prepared for him.

Wu Dao hurriedly said, "Uncle is bothered. ”

The two of them touted each other, turned off the light on the door and went out, their eyes reflecting the light in the darkness and walking towards the landfill.

Uncle Hao took Wu Dao to the bottom of a garbage mountain, and there was a place that looked like an entrance.

"Huh, this is interesting, there are two stone lions at the door!" Wu Dao looked at the waste stone lion that looked like a pleasant goat, and felt very magical.

Uncle Hao took out a card and stuffed it through an iron frame on the door. Wu Dao heard a small sound from behind the door.

"Bang bang ... Wow. "The breakdown was not lubricated enough that the illegal speakeasy felt instantly turned into a prison visit.

Pushing open the door were two small two mice, not wearing clothes, seeing Uncle Hao running around in circles, Uncle Hao grabbed the tail, touched their heads, and made a few "squeak" sounds of different lengths in their mouths, and the two little rats approached Wu Dao and sniffed and got into the door.

Uncle Hao saw that Wu Dao was a little strange and the rat was not afraid of him, so he took his hand and told Wu Dao: "The rat in the garbage dump is not afraid of people, let alone after the evolution of the last days." ”

Then, Uncle Hao motioned for Wu Dao to follow, and walked into the door with his hands behind his back.

The passage zigzagged downward, Wu Dao bent down to follow, and after walking for a while, he saw Uncle Hao in front of him turn on the flashlight.

Wu Dao followed Uncle Hao into a relatively large hole, Wu Dao thumped his waist, and finally could stand up straight.

As Uncle Hao's flashlight shone around, Wu Dao saw a group of big rats digging holes, only to see Uncle Hao walking over and hooking the tail of a rat smaller than him, and then pointing sideways at Wu Dao, "squeak" to communicate something.

Seeing this, Wu Dao hurriedly waved his hand and said hello.

After saying hello to the big mouse, Uncle Hao beckoned to Wu Dao, turned around and walked to the side, Wu Dao hurriedly followed, and put his hand on Uncle Hao's shoulder to communicate: "Rats digging holes?

"Hmph, old man, I'll lie to you? Uncle Hao didn't look back, and still walked forward with his hands behind his back, but his tail sneaked around and shook Wu Dao's buttocks.

Wu Dao withdrew his hand and rubbed his buttocks, learned from Uncle Hao's back hand, and swayed into another corner.

"Wow, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, ”

The scene in front of him made Wu Daoyi lean on three times, with a strong sense of wasteland, gradually hollowing out some space under the garbage mountain, building dense huts, and rats of different sizes and colors drilled in and out, thanks to the fact that this garbage mountain is mainly construction waste, there are too many items that can be used, and the sediment dug out of the pits is buried in some gaps.

Wu Dao admired and asked with some doubts: "How to reinforce it?" It feels very dangerous, and I am not afraid that the landslide will be buried?"

Uncle Hao showed a guessing expression, and he looked more and more obscene.

Wu Dao is angry, let's have this brain, we have this amount of knowledge, you test me?

"In nature, the most fortified nest is the most common termite, which can be used to mix sand with animal feces and saliva to bond together, so... Wu Dao squinted his eyes, his left hand supported his right elbow, but unfortunately there was a pipe missing, and his right hand was embarrassed and quickly touched his chin and said.

Uncle Hao felt that this kid was strange, scoffed at his statement, and put his paws on Wu Dao's waist: "Xiao Wu, you think too much, you can find unused cement in the garbage dump, and use it directly." ”

Wu Dao hurriedly lowered his body and asked Uncle Hao to put his paws on his shoulders.

Uncle Hao patted Wu Dao on the shoulder, very satisfied: "Find some steel bars, steel, wood and other supports, calculate the bearing capacity, do a good job of support, and it will be done simply." ”

Wu Dao was instantly in awe, this old man is a science and engineering man who can write calligraphy, and then his expression became serious and looked at Uncle Hao.

Uncle Hao nodded: "It seems that you have reacted, yes, my master is not simple, I have the ability to call the treasure boy." ”

"Nani?" Wu Dao broke through, "What do you mean, uncle." ”

"It's a treasure, there are other unknown things such as knowledge, which need to be gradually excavated. ”

That's right, it's not a treasure boy, a treasure boy who needs to be excavated. Wu Daojue's Uncle Hao or that Uncle Hao usually watches TV less.

Uncle Hao sighed faintly, "Squeak~~~." ”

"Xiao Wu, do you think anyone can read and write as soon as they open their minds?"

Uncle Hao put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and soybean tears slipped out of his mung bean eyes, "Master's legacy, thank you." ”