Daomu Biji Chapter 44: 天雷
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Ali opened his mouth after a while and spoke hesitantly.
It turned out that the big man told A Li that one night three weeks ago, there was a heavy rain. The rain was very heavy. The villagers heard a series of thunder in the sky. The thunder was so loud that even the earth was shaking. After the rain stopped, Agui's house had become what it is now, and the neighboring houses not far from his house also suffered corresponding damage.
The villagers all believed that it was Agui who had entered the holy land they said for a long time on behalf of outsiders, which led to divine punishment. They found Agui's body, but it was completely burnt. They tried to find "Azhuang" in the ruins. , but was never found.
The A Zhuang in the villagers' mouth should be Fatty. The villagers have a good impression of A Zhuang. It seems that Fatty has completely integrated into the environment and life here over the past year. According to the big man, A Zhuang not only helps everyone The villagers farmed and once killed a lynx by themselves while the villagers were hunting.
These happened in the ancient village after Panma disappeared, and today's villagers have regarded Fatty as the second warrior.
After the incident, the security team came to the village to investigate the situation. However, when the security team came here, they did not even investigate the scene. They just said it was a sky fire, then ate and drank hastily and returned to the county seat.
After listening to A Li’s translation, I deeply understood how uncivilized civilization and culture would have a great impact on mankind.
In my heart, I am an atheist. I do not believe in the concept of divine punishment. I only know that the molecular explosion caused by lightning will not burn down a civil structure building, even if the house slowly piles up. It will never happen if you catch firewood! .
I no longer paid attention to A Li, but told him to stay here for another three hours and help me translate, and the reward would be doubled.
I plan to go and see the scene, even if it is three weeks later, but I believe that I am far more thorough about this kind of thing than the villagers here or the unscrupulous "security team".
I turned around and walked into the inner room of the ruins. Although it had collapsed, I still hoped to search for some valuable information.
The beams have been broken, and broken bottles and cans are all over the floor. Although the environment where they once lived can still be seen vaguely, everything has become blurry after the erosion of rain and the passage of time.
From time to time, there was the sound of various fragments colliding under my feet, which were the residues of some beer bottles. The strange thing was that most of the bottle mouths were wrapped with a piece of burnt gauze.
I walked forward blindly, and there were many one-yuan coins scattered on the ground. The closer I got to the wooden bed where the fat man often lived, the more coins there were. I even found some ceramic shards under his bed. It was simple. After putting the pieces together, I discovered that it was actually a pig head-shaped piggy bank. It seemed that what the fat man was saving here was not the lost years. He was not short of money. What this piggy bank had accumulated should be full of clouds. thoughts.
Many items were moldy, including the bedding. I didn’t plan to rummage through these items, because it wasn’t the rats escaping that made me a little annoyed. I never found any more information left by the fat man. No choice, I strolled towards Go to the exit of the house.
The fat man is gone, where will he go? Could it be that he was really awakened by a few thunders? back to normal? , but no matter what, this fat man should wear big pants and come back here the next day.
Could it be that the fat man is crazy?
A broken beam on the right side attracted my attention. The beam was as thick as a fat man’s waist and was supported on the floor. What attracted me was not the size of the beam, but the broken part of the beam. strangeness.
The fractures in this beam do not appear to be man-made damage, nor do they appear to be fractures caused by fire. The wood stubble is still white and the fractures are very uneven.
What force would cause such a thick piece of wood to break like this? I thought.
If this is a chopstick, then a person can break it with his hands, and the result will be similar to this beam. But no one can break the beam, which is about the same size as the fat man's waist.
Then the force must be generated in other directions, and I am even more convinced of my judgment. I opened up the fallen firewood on my right, and a huge pit appeared in front of me.
I think my judgment is correct. The collapse of this beam along with the entire house did not come from some **** thunder and lightning. Of course, this big pit was not formed by nature, because, according to my judgment, this It was clearly a crater formed by mortar shelling.
This discovery made me excited, and a lot of information poured into my mind. I immediately turned back and ran back to where the broken glass bottle was. I picked up the gauze on the mouth of the bottle and put it to my nose and smelled it. Sure enough, that It has a faint smell of gasoline.
With this discovery, I got out of the clutter without thinking. It was not safe here. There were too many people gathered outside. If someone was monitoring this place from a high place, I believe that artillery shells would accurately hit my location at any time. .
I quickly ran out of the collapsed house. At this time, I made another discovery in the yard. There was also a crater there with a diameter similar to that of the house. Since there was no subjective judgment like "crater" when I came in, I Didn't care.
Thinking in my mind for a moment, I quickly judged countless possibilities, and I tried to restore the scene at that time.
The fat man must be sleeping soundly, with the piggy bank lying quietly on the bedside. It rained heavily, and a shell fell on the roof. Agui was killed directly. The fat man jumped out of bed in a panic. After knocking over the piggy bank, he ran out without having time to put on his pants and clothes. The assailant was very familiar with the possible movements of the other party, so he simultaneously released a second shell in the direction of the yard, and then threw an incendiary bomb into the house. .
Quickly walked out of the yard, glanced at the situation on the hill behind Agui's house, and ran to the back hill hurriedly. As far as I know, due to the grenade effect of the early mortar line, and at the same time, due to the jungle, It's very dense, which provides me with convenient conditions for finding targets. Mortar shooting requires an open platform space, and the effective shooting distance is not large. If my estimate is good, I will definitely find something in the area I visually inspected. .
As expected, two early Chinese-style mortar shells were scattered on the field in the back mountain. I have seen shells of this color in a cave. Fuck your mother’s slumped shoulders. I can’t think of anything like this. Who else in the world would have such old T50 mortar shells!
Returning to the village calmly, A Li was chatting with the big man there. The two of them were chatting very enthusiastically and didn't notice my approach at all.
I told A Li that I would stay here for a few days. The things I brought would be temporarily stored at the big man's house and asked him to keep them safe for me. I would give him a fee every day.
Unexpectedly, after listening to A Li’s translation, the big man waved his hands in a hurry. I immediately understood what he meant. He was worried that like A Gui, he would be punished by God for helping outsiders to enter and leave the Holy Land area casually.
I ignored A Li's translation, but casually took out a wad of hundred-yuan bills and stuffed them into the big man's hand. This thick wad should be a family's income in the local area for about a year.
The big man suddenly beamed with joy and pulled Ah Li and I directly towards his residence. Practice has proved that in the competition between the inheritance of faith and interests, the latter unconditionally won again.
I didn’t make any more corrections, but hurriedly settled Ali’s expenses, then equipped myself lightly and prepared to enter the jungle and go to the ancient lake. I know that this is very unreliable for me alone, but now I I couldn't rely on anything. More importantly, I couldn't tell whether the fat man had escaped or was captured. No matter what, I had to find the slumped shoulder.