I looked back around and asked when the drill bit appeared. Ding Qiu said that it is hard to say, maybe he has already come, maybe he is on the way, let us not have too many worries, and hurry into the coffin.
Now that Zhang Ling and I have no choice at all, I said to Zhang Ling, "You can go in first."
Zhang Ling said: "You are advanced."
Ding Qiu said dissatisfied: "You don't have to be polite, whoever does not want to go in first. Don't delay my construction of the coffin."
Are we polite? I don't know if Zhang Ling is or not, I am definitely not. Although I was sure that as long as I could go out, I would be willing to take the risk even if I went up to the knife mountain and down the fire, but now I really let me lie in a cold sarcophagus, and I still feel a little bit frustrated.
But such a stalemate is not a solution, I let my mind go, and finally stepped in. Lie down in the coffin, Zhang Ling also lay in. The space in the sarcophagus is small. The two of them cannot lie down side by side. They can only face each other sideways. In order to keep breathing smooth, we also used daggers to carve several grooves on the edges of the coffin.
The moment the sarcophagus was covered, we were plunged into darkness for an instant. It wasn't until Zhang Ling turned on the flashlight that my anxiety got better.
Ding Qiu patted the sarcophagus and said with a smile: "I'm leaving now. You two lie down there, but don't do bad things if you are blinded by the dark lights. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, it will be really bad every day. Not working."
If I usually face a big breasted beauty next to each other, it is really exciting, but now I still have this thought, and say: "Brother, don't you wait for the drill to come, or are we leaving?"
Ding Qiu said hurriedly: "I don't want to hell. Besides, I don't have time to accompany you. Take care, I'm leaving."
Soon the sound of Ding Qiu's fading footsteps sounded outside, until the footsteps disappeared and the world returned to deathly silence.
I looked at Zhang Ling, who was still at hand, and felt the heat she exhaled. The pores on her face were clearly visible under the flashlight.
Looking at each other with small and small eyes, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. I didn't dare to move my hands and feet for fear of touching things that shouldn't be touched.
To alleviate the embarrassment, I said: "It seems that Jin Qian and Ding Qiu are really helping us, and they didn't hurt our hearts."
"It's too early to make a conclusion, and we can't say anything until we leave safely.
"
"You are too suspicious. Is this related to your work?"
Zhang Ling smiled and said, "It's possible. A detective must have doubts and spirit, and only believe in evidence."
"Then now you don't doubt that there are ghosts in the world, do you?"
Zhang Ling denied it, saying: "I have never denied that there are ghosts in the world. I just said that ghosts may have been created by aliens."
"According to you, aren't human beings also created by aliens? God and Nuwa are aliens?"
Bang, bang, bang.
Suddenly there was a flapping sound from the sarcophagus, causing Zhang Ling who was about to talk to immediately close his mouth and turn off the flashlight at the same time. I was too scared to say anything, and listened to the movement outside with my ears erected. But after listening for a long time, there was no sound outside.
"Is there a sound just now?" I asked in a low voice.
Zhang Ling nodded, and said cautiously: "Maybe the drill is here."
Of course the drill bit is good. We are afraid that something else will come. Now that we lie in the coffin and want to run, there is nowhere to run, so we should really respond to Ding Qiu's words.
I took a deep breath and asked, "Is the drill bit outside?"
"Huh? Brother, what are you doing lying in the coffin?"
It really is the sound of the drill!
I immediately came to my heart and said: "Drill, we want to leave the fetal channel, and want to trouble you to send us out."
"Is that big breasted sister in there too?"
I believe that if the drill is still alive, he would definitely not dare to call Zhang Ling that way, at best he can only think about it in his heart. It seems that when people die, they become unscrupulous when talking.
Zhang Ling's face was ugly, but it was not easy for the dead, especially those who had to seek help. She said, "I am."
"How can I send you out?"
I took a breath, the drill's voice just now was outside, but this time his voice was inside the coffin, as if he was talking to my ear.
"Hold the coffin and send us out. Drill, are you in the coffin too?"
"Is it too crowded? Then I'll go out."
I said that squeezing is not squeezing. The key is to feel awkward. After all, people and ghosts have a ghost to talk to themselves personally, and they are always uncomfortable.
Zhang Ling said, "Drill, when are you going to send us out?"
"I can't move this coffin alone, I need to find a few
Workers come to help. You have to wait a while, I'll find a helper now? "
I asked: "How long does it take?"
But for a while, I couldn't hear his reply. I guess he might have left to find a helper, so he had to lie down in the sarcophagus and wait.
Zhang Ling turned on the flashlight, and I saw her face again. I didn't dare to move for a long time and felt a little numb. I moved my body carefully and said, "It's very uncomfortable to stay like this, or you can turn around."
Zhang Lingyiyan turned her body over and turned her back to me and said, "Are you and Su Meng..." She pondered for a moment and continued: "Do you like Su Meng?"
Her words made it difficult for me to answer for a while, but a girl as beautiful as Su Meng is a man who loves it. I admit that I was really moved when I saw Su Meng. I even thought that I was in love with her at one time.
But calm down and think about it. I can only say that the kind of liking at the time can only be regarded as a yearning for beautiful things. For example, I like a beautiful female star, but I can’t fantasize about something happening with each other all day because of this kind of liking.
"She is so good-looking, of course I like it. But it's just like it." After I finished speaking, I was afraid that Zhang Ling would not understand, and added: "It is a kind of like that can be envisioned, but it can be seen from a distance. In short, it is not between men and women. Like it, do you understand?"
Snapped!
Zhang Ling suddenly turned around and gave me a mouth, and said angrily: "Chen An, what do you want to do!"
Inexplicably slapped in the mouth, I covered my face and asked in surprise: "Me, what's wrong with me? Did I say something wrong?"
Zhang Ling blushed and said, "What were your hands doing just now?"
I raised my hand aggrievedly and said, "I didn't do anything?"
"Don't be sophistry, you can be honest with me, don't be crooked!"
I was even more surprised and said: "I didn't argue, I really didn't do anything."
"There are only two of us in the coffin. You didn't do anything. Who touched me just now!"
Hehe...
There was a snicker outside the coffin, followed by the voice of the drill: "Old Bengzi, what were you doing just now?"
"I didn't do it, I didn't do it." A wretched male voice replied with a smile.
Bang, bang, bang.
There were three beating sounds from the coffin, and the drill said: "Brother, I have found a few workers, you lie down, we will carry you on the road."
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