Zhao Lingjun has always been short of money, so Zhao Lingjun was naturally reluctant to throw fifty yuan into the toilet and flush it away. So Zhao Lingjun originally wanted to make the fifty punch and dry it before using it.
But because there happened to be no water, Zhao Lingjun just threw the fifty on the window sill to dry.
Even after all this time, the fifty has dried. But at least the above is informative. Zhao Lingjun couldn't figure out how Qin Ye could put the fifty in his wallet without finding anything.
After sitting on the bed for a long time, Zhao Lingjun came to a conclusion. At that moment, there must be nothing but the fifty in Qin Ye's eyes. There was nothing else in his eyes.
That's it for a fifty card. If I exchange it for a hundred, what's the point
Thinking of Qin Ye's expression tomorrow when he found out that his wallet was full of his belongings, Zhao Lingjun couldn't help laughing twice.
After laughing, Zhao Lingjun felt comfortable all over, and the murderous feeling in his heart finally eased a bit.
But this feeling of comfort only lasted for a few seconds. After a few minutes, Zhao Lingjun could only grab a bath towel and walk towards the bathroom with great sadness.
Because even though he had washed it three times, Zhao Lingjun still felt that his whole body smelled of stinky dried tofu. It seemed that the smell had penetrated into his bones and he had to wash off the layers of skin to remove it.
When he stepped on the threshold of the bathroom, Zhao Lingjun thought that if he kept washing like this, he might even wash off some part of his body.
While thinking this, Zhao Lingjun stepped on the threshold in the bathroom.
Then a huge painful feeling rushed from the soles of Zhao Lingjun's feet to the top of Zhao Lingjun's head.
"Ah~~." Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but let out a miserable howl. He suddenly squatted down and grabbed his left foot.
The painful feeling made Zhao Lingjun feel like there was a bang in his head.
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The first thing Zhao Lingjun saw was of course the threshold strip in front of him.
But the threshold strip made of marble was very smooth, no different from usual.
Then Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but look at his feet.
It was Zhao Lingjun's left foot that stepped onto the threshold, and the huge pain came from the sole of Zhao Lingjun's left foot. When Zhao Lingjun looked at the sole of his left foot, he almost fainted from fright.
The first thing Zhao Lingjun saw was a purple bruise on the center of his left foot. And in the middle of the bruise was a wound that had been washed white. The wound was not big, but it was very deep. At first glance, it looked like someone had pricked it hard with an awl.
Although the bleeding from this wound has stopped now. But when I saw the skin and flesh on my feet turned over. Zhao Lingjun still felt dizzy.
After a while, Zhao Lingjun breathed out. Zhao Lingjun felt that no matter what, he was very lucky if he did not bleed to death.
"But how could I get such a wound on my foot?"
Zhao Lingjun was very confused, but when Zhao Lingjun's eyes fell on the disgusting pair of rain boots that he threw in the trash can next to the toilet, Zhao Lingjun suddenly understood why he had such a terrifying wound on his foot.
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Some feelings can be unforgettable forever. As soon as Zhao Lingjun saw the pair of rain boots, he remembered the feeling of his feet being soaked in a bucket of butter.
And Zhao Lingjun knew that the culprit that pricked his left foot must be the hard object that poured into his rain boots along with the disgusting mud.
As soon as Zhao Lingjun ran out of the sewer, he just wanted to run back to the bathroom as quickly as possible to wash away the disgusting things stuck to his body. So although at that time, Zhao Lingjun felt that his left foot was stinging a lot, but Zhao Lingjun did not take off his rain boots immediately to take a look.
And because the wound was on the sole of the foot, although it felt a little painful when walking, Zhao Lingjun didn't notice it for a while. It wasn't until the wound hit the threshold strip that Zhao Lingjun felt the immense pain.
"Oh my God, I can't be infected with AIDS, tetanus or anything like that." Zhao Lingjun felt cold when he thought that there was everything in the sewer, but he was stabbed in the mud there. Half of it.
When he thought of words like AIDS, Zhao Lingjun jumped into the kitchen with one foot like crazy, made a bowl of salt water and poured it on the soles of his feet. Although he didn't know whether this had the effect of disinfection, Zhao Lingjun felt that doing something was better than doing nothing.
If you've ever tried pouring salt water on a wound, you'll know that life is worse than death.
When a bowl of salt water washed over the wound, Zhao Lingjun felt his left foot tremble - cramped.
"MLGBD, ah~~~" Zhao Lingjun was so painful that he almost burst into tears.
The cramping pain in his calf and the burning feeling like a knife digging into the wound made Zhao Lingjun want to hit his head and kill him.
After finally taking a breath, Zhao Lingjun jumped into his bathroom angrily.
Now Zhao Lingjun only had one thought in his mind, which was to throw the pair of disgusting rain boots that were still half-filled in the bathroom trash can downstairs.
Zhao Lingjun felt that the pain he was suffering now was all caused by these rain boots. If it weren't for these rain boots, I wouldn't have gone down to the bottom of the sewer. When the time comes, if you slowly remove the debris from the pipe mouth on the ladder, you won't be covered in disgusting things. My own feet would not be pricked like this.
So now the pair of rain boots has become the culprit in Zhao Lingjun's eyes.
"What if I go to the hospital tomorrow and the doctor asks me what I got stuck on? What should I say?" When Zhao Lingjun opened the window angrily and tried to throw the disgusting rain boots down, he had such a thought. , suddenly flashed into Zhao Lingjun’s mind.
Zhao Lingjun suddenly calmed down.
Zhao Lingjun suddenly wanted to see what it was that pricked the soles of his feet like this.
Is it a rusty iron nail? Or a sharp stone? Or is it a bone that someone didn't chew cleanly? When Zhao Lingjun held his breath and slowly turned over his rain boots towards a plastic garbage bag, Zhao Lingjun thought with great sadness, it must not be a fragment of a used syringe, or some horrible bones.
"Ding~"
Then Zhao Lingjun heard a ding,
Although he hadn't seen what it was yet, Zhao Lingjun could tell that the ding was the sound of a piece of metal falling to the ground.
Since it is metal, it must not be a fragment of a syringe or something like that.
So Zhao Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief immediately.