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Chapter 11:Leaving Home

I stared at the ceiling until dawn, and for the first time I felt that time passed so quickly.I heard my grandfather get up early in the morning to work, if it was normal, I would go out and play, but at this moment, I was suddenly afraid to walk out of my room.

But most of what my Lord has decided I can’t change.In the absence of all the pleasures, I finished my last breakfast for me, a bowl of white rice porridge, a plate of porridge.

After breakfast, my grandfather took me to pick up my private taxi.The moment I closed the door, my tears came down.I held back the tears for the night like a dyke, soaking my whole face.

The car slowly left, the grandfather in the rearview mirror grew old in an instant, I suddenly found his back hump.

At this moment, I could no longer bear it, rolled down the window, and cried out to my master.

He smiled at me and waved at me.

A figure in the distance came running from the field, and I saw two dogs, two tear marks on his bronze-colored face.He ran to my master, held him, and looked at the direction I was going to scream and say, "Don't blame me."

I picked it up from the window, and a man hid behind the driver’s seat and dared not cry.

The faster the car drove, the faster the scenery of the hometown fled faster than I thought, and the figure of my father and the second dog was finally covered in the quaint villages in my impression.

I don't know how I got out of the car, got into the station, the train to a big city in the southeast, full of memories of my memory left the land that gave birth to me for 17 years, and sailed to a world full of unknowns.

On the train, I fell asleep faintly, and by the time I woke up it was twelve o'clock in the morning.

The space on the ordinary train is always so tight, the seat, the aisle, the chair, everywhere is full of people, everyone with a variety of postures into the dream.

When I got on the train, I did not pay attention to what kind of train was like, and now it looks a bit old, the green-skinned train of the 1970s and 1980s, even the seats are still hard plastic.

The man sitting across from me in the dim light slept a little, and it was three men, one with long hair, a black shirt, an old man, without seeing faces, their bodies resting on each other along with gravity.

I suddenly found the train so quiet and frightening, except for the sound of continuous wheels walking on the track, not even a snoring sound, and it seemed as if I was alone on the train breathing.

Hip.

A glass fell off the opposite table, and I bent down to pick it up, because the space was so compelling that I could only reach out my arms under the table to grouse, to keep my face up.

This gesture allowed me to see the long-haired passenger who had been looking down, and I found that there was no meat on the face, it was a skull!

I was so scared that I pulled away in an instant.

Because the movement was too large, the table met the three people opposite, they were unevenly pushed, and fell obliquely into the aisle, revealing a pair of Mori's white bones...

The dead!

My heart almost didn't have a leak, and I jumped up in an instant, but it was like the domino effect, and the passengers in the carriage who had been sleeping in the car fell down the aisle, and all showed a piece of Mori's white bones.

The car!

There was a cold word in my heart.

Just then, the aisle sounded a sound of footsteps, and the iron chain oscillated sound, my heart mentioned the eyes of the voice, reached out and touched, the forehead was full of cold sweat.

Two tall figures reflected in the door of the aisle, the surrounding air became a little cold, I subconsciously stepped back, looked back, found that the body of the skeleton just still motionless was alive.

They were like maggots crawling on the ground, gathering toward my side, and I forgot to dodge, and I was trapped in the feet of one of the skeletons, but I couldn't move.

Then the door opened.

Two ghosts wearing red yarn hats came through the other side of the door with shackles, and the two ghosts looked very different, with a thick nose and a green skin without toad eyes.

They came to me and tortured me without saying anything, and they tortured me in my hand, saying that I had dizzy and yang eyes, but they could not be used by God, and now God wants to take it back.

I’m talking to them, aren’t I going to wait until my 18th birthday?I'm 17 and a half years old and can't catch me!

The next second, my eyes were black, and I woke up suddenly, opened my eyes, what ghosts, what kind of skeleton corpses, I was still on the train, although it was 12 o'clock at night at this time, but the people around me did not sleep, everyone was chatting and playing cards.

I reached out and touched my forehead, found that it was all cold sweat, it was just a false alarm, but suddenly, I found that there was a wreak wispy in my wrist, and the two fingers were wide and thin, just where the ghost was handcuffed just now...

A chill rose again from the soles of my feet and extended to the tip of my hair.

It's true, the ghosts are coming to death!

I once again remembered what the old Daoist said, saying that I was chosen by God, I had yin and yang eyes on my body, and that the eyes of heaven had to find the merits of my life before the age of 18, otherwise I would die...

Will I die?My 18th birthday is less than six months away.Grandpa knows that I have only half a year left, but he still sent me away, is what he is going to do more important than me?Or does he know I’m not going to die?But now I don’t even know what my life is like...

I leaned against the window and looked at the fast-moving night out of the window, and a question came out of my mind.

I thought about it all night and still got nothing.

The train slowly entered the platform, and I got off the train with my luggage.

City of S.

The most economically developed city in East China, the pearl of the whole of China, is already the north relative to Lingnan.

After the Spring Festival, most of the office workers have not yet returned to the city, and the bustling city of the past seems to be a bit depressed at this moment.

North Wind Suther, I stood on the winter wind-like street and looked at the note my lord had left me with an address:

Professor Tang Mingde, Director of the Office of Archaeology, School of Archaeology, East China University of Geosciences, No. 127, Yiren Road

I casually stopped the car at the intersection, told the driver the address, the car started, walked for a while, and blocked in front.

The driver asked my opinion while Tucao, saying that the Fuxiang Road collapsed in front, whether it could detour to the middle ring, so that although the detour, it was faster.

I don't know if it is a long time with me or what is the reason, when I heard that the road collapsed can't help but be related to the public opinion, I want to see what is going on, I can't help but tell the driver not to go around, and slowly drive through.

The driver thought it was me, staring at us with big white eyes, but still honestly driving on the road to Fuxiang.

In fact, this is the first time I came to the big city, saying that I want to see something from the feng shui layout of the city that is false, mostly to satisfy my curiosity.

But when the car drove to Fuxiang Road, I suddenly felt that my heart was a little uneasy, looking out of the window, but the place where the day fell in the distance was braved a black gas.

I took the finger to calculate, this place should be located in the southwest of S city, the gossip position, if you are correct, this ground should be buried in ancient things.

The car moved a little forward, and I saw that the collapsed mouth could hold two large trucks, and the silk air-conditioning blew out of the mouth.

That air conditioning, not the kind of cold of nature, but the yin, people's popularity is partial, blowing on the body is two completely different feelings.

But before I could see it carefully, the police pulled up the cordon on the periphery and surrounded it with three-color canvas.

Our car rubbed a little bit through this relatively congested section of the road, and drove for more than half an hour, which came to East China University of Geoscience...

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