What is the meaning of mountains and rivers, there is no way out of doubt, and there is another village in the dark.
When the four people were about to suffocate to death at the bottom of the puddle, the sound of bursting bubbles suddenly came from their ears. Generally speaking, silt does contain a small amount of oxygen, and dense bubbles will be produced when it is disturbed by external forces.
But this bubble shouldn't be like this, just throw me somersault in the water. I have no time to think about where such a big bubble comes from. Because I have been wrapped in a feeling of falling, along with the mud and water, the whole person seems to be in a state of falling. After the ups and downs of chaos, this feeling is replaced by the sense of steadiness on the ground, and my head seems to be knocking on something. Above things, my eyes went dark and I passed out.
He didn't stay in a coma for too long, and soon woke up in the mud. The eyes are still invisible, but they can feel that they are no longer in the water. I was lying in a pile of mud, and water was still pouring down on top of my head, just like it was raining. I turned over and gasped, shit, it feels so good to be able to breathe freely.
There was darkness in front of me, the sound of water still in my ears, and the whole person seemed to be in the wet curtain hole.
"Fang Jindong, if you are here, I promise." I panted with a splitting headache.
No one answered me, and after waiting for a while, footsteps finally came from my ears, and someone twisted me out of the mud. "Unexpectedly, there is still room under the puddle because of luck."
It was Meng Qisheng's voice. I let out a sigh of relief. My heart said how it could be so coincidental that it was the way your old fellow led.
"After the puddle collapsed, it fell down here."
"What is this place?"
"Good luck." Meng Qisheng chuckled, "I've been looking for it for so long, isn't it just going to come down?"
"Damn, don't pick corn for your blind man. I'm tired." I was half sitting on the ground, covered in soup and water, with mud in my belly button and blind eyes. I was injured. I can’t figure it out. I don’t want to enjoy a well-off society in an all-round way. What the hell do you learn from Sherlock Holmes, play as a detective Sherlock, and run with the barren mountains and mountains. The poverty alleviation workers are not as tired as I am. There are still five ways to support education in the countryside. What should I do for insurance coverage
I was almost crying, the more I thought about it, the more angry I was sitting there and I didn't want to move. Meng Qisheng saw that I had gone on strike, and was not angry, "Why, don't you want to figure out everything behind this?"
"Tired, destroy it." I stood there like a salted fish, "I am a salted fish. I won't pretend it. I'll have a showdown."
Meng Qisheng sighed, "I thought I could at least coax you down. You are not that stupid. It seems that I still have to tell you something."
Although I was blind, my eyes lit up, knowing that the strike would still be effective. These people would definitely need my cooperation to get me down. I was excited, but the face still didn't show up, "Well, I am not greedy, you tell me what is going on in this city, and what is the cause and effect."
Before he could speak, I preemptively said: "Don't make up stories for your father or pretend to be fools. Tell me clearly."
Over there, Meng Qisheng was silent for a while, and finally spoke, "Many clues about the matter have actually been let you know through various channels."
"You are the one who gave me clues?"
"It's not just me, there are many people."
"white night?"
"No, he is also in the drum. It is the fourth floor of the White House."
"Who else?"
Meng Qisheng was silent for a long time, and he could feel that the posture this time was different from the previous one. This time he was really thinking about it. Finally he sighed, "This can't be said, the relationship involved is too big, I will tell you the origin of this city." (End of this chapter)