—WTF!
Ji Thrush only had time to let out a short exclamation in his heart, and he fell to the ground in a five-body posture, and slid a full meter away with inertia.
He fell a little dazedly, and staggered to get up, only feeling the burning pain in his two arms.
However, he didn't have time to care about his injury now. He immediately picked up the dropped broom and slapped it behind him without looking at it.
"Aww!"
First there was a man's scream, followed by a roar with regional characteristics,
"You're a hot pot of hama!"
The other party frantically grabbed Ji Thrush's broom, "Blind old Mark? Can't keep an eye on it so it's annoying?"
Only then did Ji Thrush see clearly that it was a young man who knocked him out just now.
The man looked to be in the late twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and wide mouth, and his hair was cut into a straight inch. Although his temperament was a bit rustic, it was undeniable that he was a handsome guy who fit the traditional aesthetic definition.
His height is about the same as that of the thrush, but the horizontal ratio is twice as wide as him, but he is not fat, but strong. The coat is covered with tendons, and the elastic fabric is bulging, and the two pectoral muscles are almost close. The front of his T-shirt fell apart.
Ji Thrush thinks that this person can practice wrestling just because of his size.
"What a dog, Lu Dongbin..."
The man held Ji Thrush's broom in one hand, rubbed the shoulder that had been slapped hard with the other hand, and said angrily: "I'm kind enough to pull you, and I'll give you a sweep!"
Ji Thrush used to have a teammate whose ancestral home was also in Sichuan and Chongqing. The two had a good relationship, and they slept on the upper and lower bunks for two years, so that he had long been accustomed to the dialect accent of his teammates, so he couldn't even guess what the man said just now. , I still understand most of it.
From the words of the other party, he at least knew that this person did not have any malicious intentions. He suddenly bumped into him just now. In his own words, it seemed that he was also trying to "save him".
So Ji Thrush took back the broom that was on top of the man.
"Who are you?"
He looked warily at the muscular man in front of him.
"I am..."
The man only answered two words, and suddenly jumped three feet high like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Ha! Now is not the time to talk about this!"
"There's—"
He turned around suddenly, his eyes widened, and he stared at the suit stacked by the door with a ferocious expression.
Then the sound stopped abruptly.
"You mean this?"
Ji Thrush took two steps forward, picked up the gold coin next to the side pocket of the suit from the ground, and shook it at him, "It's just a coin."
There was obvious embarrassment on the man's face, he raised his hand and scratched his cheek, "I just thought it was..."
He switched to Mandarin, but still with a distinct Sichuan-Chongqing accent.
"Do you think it's the kind of dragonfly that burns people to ashes?"
Ji Thrush took over the conversation.
"Ah, your clothes..."
It was only then that the man noticed that Ji Thrush had wrapped himself up tightly, and had an epiphany: "You also met that thing, right?"
Ji Thrush nodded with a serious expression.
"Let's stop talking here."
He raised his finger and pointed to the door of the Wal-Mart supermarket behind him, "Let's go in first."
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Although Ji Thrush didn't know what happened in this city, it was obvious that all the changes happened very suddenly.
Because even though all the residents had disappeared, everything in the city remained in order. Just like this supermarket, the revolving door was ajar, and he stretched out his hand and pushed it in easily.
This reminded him of the children's books he read when he was a child, such as "Top Ten Unsolved Mysteries of the World", in which there were often two classic mystical themes, "ghost ship" or "no man's village".
In these stories, the passengers on a ship or the villagers of a certain village will suddenly disappear without warning, no one knows where they went, and when people find the ship or village, they will find that everything inside remains the same. It looks like someone is living in it, and there are even two bites of bread and unfinished coffee on the dining table.
Ji Thrush felt that the situation he was experiencing now was very similar to what was described in the story. It was also an empty city with disappearing residents, but the appearance of the city had not been damaged, which was shockingly complete.
"Not bad, little brother."
A man with a strong body also followed.
While looking around, he patted Ji Thrush on the shoulder, "It's amazing to think of coming here to find supplies!"
Ji Thrush is not bothered by this familiar attitude.
He raised his hand, showing his elbow.
When he fell just now, his arms were propped on the floor tiles covered with dust and sand, and the sleeves and skin on his elbows were scratched. "I want to change clothes first."
The man nodded, turned around again, and soon found a sign pointing to the clothing area on the second floor, "Come, come, let's go."
He tugged at the front of his T-shirt, "This dress is too small, I'll change it too."
The styles of clothes sold at Wal-Mart are so popular that they have no distinctive features, but Ji Thrush and the burly man are not picky people. One of them chose a long-sleeved hoodie, and they didn’t even need to go to the dressing room. Replace it with a new one.
"What, you are a teacher?"
After listening to the muscular man's self-introduction, Ji Thrush exclaimed, "If you didn't say that, I would have thought you were a fitness trainer!"
Hearing this, the strong man raised his eyebrows and looked at Ji Thrush, and replied bluntly, "I see you are so thin, but you are still a professional athlete, isn't it more ridiculous?"
He called himself Mo Tiangen, but because the name was a bit shameful, he insisted on letting Ji Thrush call him "Brother Big Gen"—although Ji Thrush thinks that "Da Gen" doesn't sound much better than "Tiangen" .
Mo Tiangen is twenty-seven years old this year. He is a native of the mountain city and works as a biology teacher in a local high school.
The two exchanged each other's identity information, changed their clothes, and unanimously decided to go to the food and beverage area to find something to fill their stomachs.
While walking, Mo Tiangen said to Ji Thrush, "I actually met you before."
Ji Thrush turned to look at him, eyes wide open, with a rather surprised expression, "Have you seen me? Where is it?"
"I recognize your tomato scrambled egg sweatshirt."
Mo Tiangen nodded, "You were also in that maglev rail car before, right?"
"what!?"
Hearing this, Ji Thrush has changed from surprise to shock.
He cried out, "So you too—"
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Although Ji Thrush didn't know how he came to this empty city of ashes, he clearly remembered the last thing he was going through before he lost consciousness.
He is a recurve bow athlete, participates in both team and individual events, and is also the captain of the men's national youth team.
During the training camp, he was not the best in the team, but every time he was on the field, he played the most steadily.
About half of it is due to its natural personality, and half is the result of training since childhood. Ji Thrush has a big heart that is especially suitable for the game, and is particularly good at playing against the wind. Points to recover the number of rings, on the contrary, put a lot of pressure on the opponent.
In the words of the teammates, as long as their captain Ji Xiaoniao is on the field, it is like having a Dinghaishen needle, and it will naturally bring a sense of stability to the entire team.
In fact, since Ji Thrush became the captain of the men's national youth team, everyone in the team's performance in various competitions has indeed improved year by year.
Four days ago, Ji Thrush and his teammates won the gold medal in the team competition of the World Youth Championships. This is also the best result their national youth team has achieved in the World Championships in the past ten years.
Just when they returned home with honor, they encountered a sudden accident on the way from the airport to the training center.
At that time, the National Youth Team members, including Ji Thrush, as well as two coaches and a team doctor were sitting on a maglev rail car.
This kind of maglev rail car is shorter than subways and trains. The length of the carriage is about the same as three buses connected end to end. The average speed is about 100 kilometers per hour, which is much faster than cars driving on urban roads.
Although they can only travel along the established track and cannot stop frequently, so they cannot replace the status of ordinary buses, but in terms of safety, maglev rail cars are much higher than most travel methods.
But this kind of maglev rail car, which claims to be in operation and has never had any accidents, suddenly stalled without warning when passing a cross-sea bridge, and then derailed. The entire car crossed the motorway and finally smashed through the guardrail. Most of the car body hangs outside the railing, and only the tail bracket is barely stuck by the broken railing, hanging head-down precariously on the sea.
At that time, Season Thrush and his teammates were in the middle of the track car.
His luck was relatively bad. When the carriage derailed, he was sitting on the side near the window, and half of his body hit the window glass. The back of the front seat was deformed by the fallen luggage rack, and he was photographed directly. , almost pinched his lungs out, and in addition to the severe pain, he lost consciousness for a short time.
When he woke up from the pain, he found that he was hanging upside down in a messy carriage with his head up and his feet down. As long as he looked down, he could see the blue waves below through the broken windshield of the front window. The rippling sea.
Later, Ji Thrush discovered that the reason why he hadn't fallen was because the deformed back of the chair stuck his waist.
When he realized his unfavorable situation, his first thought was, it was over, it seemed that his life was about to come to an end.
But at this moment, Ji Thrush heard a familiar cry for help.
He followed the prestige and found that the source of the voice was the youngest teammate in the National Youth Team.
The boy was lucky. When the car derailed and crashed into the railing, the bow bag he was carrying on his shoulders was stuck horizontally on the back of the chair, causing him to be suspended in mid-air like a piece of clothing on a hanger. , so as not to fall directly into the sea.
But even if they are all in their teens, after all, their stature is there, and the team members have nowhere to focus. The weight of more than 120 kilograms is maintained by a strap, which makes him feel that he is about to fall from the shoulder position. It was torn in two.
In the extreme pain and the front line of life and death, the boy was about to collapse.
While crying, he stretched out his hands in vain, trying to grab something so that he would not fall, but as soon as he moved, there would be a sharp tearing pain from the place where he was strangled by the shoulder straps, which made him feel even worse. panic.