Chapter: 28
After successfully contacting the official organization, Zhang Yuanqing felt relieved. At this time, the exhaustion brought about by struggling to survive in the spiritual realm surged.
He lay on the bed, set the alarm clock, his eyelids were getting heavier, and he fell into a deep sleep.
.........
In the early morning of the next day, at 7:15, Zhang Yuanqing was awakened by the sound of the alarm clock. He almost suffered a cardiac arrest and died on the spot.
While turning off the alarm clock, he yawned and got out of bed.
The quality of sleep last night was not ideal. I had several nightmares, each of which was related to ghosts, and woke up several times.
In the living room, grandpa sat on the sofa and watched the news. He had silvery white and thinning hair, a tall figure, and a wrinkled face that was serious and serious.
Grandma was making breakfast in the kitchen, and by the long dining table, my aunt was squatting on a chair and playing with her mobile phone, puffing her cheeks, like a cute hamster.
"Wake up so early?"
The aunt looked at the dispirited nephew, and moaned, "You look like you're overindulging, did you do something bad last night? I'm going to check your trash can."
In normal times, Zhang Yuanqing would retort and say: Go find something to eat?
But now I was thinking about the spiritual realm, thinking about meeting with the official organization, and I was not in the mood to argue with my aunt.
He sat down next to this woman listlessly, waiting for the meal with blank eyes.
Soon, grandma came out with hot rice porridge, deep-fried dough sticks, and boiled eggs, and a basket of meat.
Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of hot porridge to moisten his throat, looked at his grandfather, and said tentatively:
"Grandpa, I remember that when the construction team of the Sheling Tunnel disappeared, the Public Security Bureau organized a search team to search for it, and you were inside."
Grandpa let out a "hmm", and said with some doubts: "It's all the past, why are you asking this?"
"I saw this story on the Internet again yesterday. Do you know how the found worker is doing now?"
Grandpa frowned and said, "I forgot, I can't remember what happened so long ago."
"Didn't you say you disappeared again?" The grandmother next to me interrupted, joining the discussion with great interest, "And it was a mysterious disappearance. This incident caused panic in the police force back then, and the leader of the police headquarters came down in person. Calm down, it's over."
"Is there such a thing?" Grandpa refused to admit it.
"Old Chen, are you getting old and suffering from dementia? You told me about this yourself." Grandma said plausibly.
...Grandpa lowered his head and drank porridge: "Believe in science, don't be keen on these superstitions, the older you are, the more you gossip."
After finding it, it disappeared... Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of porridge in a depressed mood.
Apparently, the survivor re-entered the spirit world 36 hours later, and this time, he did not come out alive.
What he expected was right, the death rate in the mountain temple was extremely high, and the second main line mission was very, very dangerous.
If you want to survive, relying on the official is the most correct decision.
After breakfast and a simple wash, Zhang Yuanqing took the elevator downstairs and waited for ten minutes at the gate of the community.
A black commercial vehicle slowly pulled over, and the electric door slid open automatically. Li Dongze sat on the white leather sofa, leaning on a cane and crossing his legs.
The same as yesterday's dress, black suit, black vest, white shirt, oily hair combed back neatly, and two exquisite mustaches. JrNovels.com
He lay on the bed, set the alarm clock, his eyelids were getting heavier, and he fell into a deep sleep.
.........
In the early morning of the next day, at 7:15, Zhang Yuanqing was awakened by the sound of the alarm clock. He almost suffered a cardiac arrest and died on the spot.
While turning off the alarm clock, he yawned and got out of bed.
The quality of sleep last night was not ideal. I had several nightmares, each of which was related to ghosts, and woke up several times.
In the living room, grandpa sat on the sofa and watched the news. He had silvery white and thinning hair, a tall figure, and a wrinkled face that was serious and serious.
Grandma was making breakfast in the kitchen, and by the long dining table, my aunt was squatting on a chair and playing with her mobile phone, puffing her cheeks, like a cute hamster.
"Wake up so early?"
The aunt looked at the dispirited nephew, and moaned, "You look like you're overindulging, did you do something bad last night? I'm going to check your trash can."
In normal times, Zhang Yuanqing would retort and say: Go find something to eat?
But now I was thinking about the spiritual realm, thinking about meeting with the official organization, and I was not in the mood to argue with my aunt.
He sat down next to this woman listlessly, waiting for the meal with blank eyes.
Soon, grandma came out with hot rice porridge, deep-fried dough sticks, and boiled eggs, and a basket of meat.
Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of hot porridge to moisten his throat, looked at his grandfather, and said tentatively:
"Grandpa, I remember that when the construction team of the Sheling Tunnel disappeared, the Public Security Bureau organized a search team to search for it, and you were inside."
Grandpa let out a "hmm", and said with some doubts: "It's all the past, why are you asking this?"
"I saw this story on the Internet again yesterday. Do you know how the found worker is doing now?"
Grandpa frowned and said, "I forgot, I can't remember what happened so long ago."
"Didn't you say you disappeared again?" The grandmother next to me interrupted, joining the discussion with great interest, "And it was a mysterious disappearance. This incident caused panic in the police force back then, and the leader of the police headquarters came down in person. Calm down, it's over."
"Is there such a thing?" Grandpa refused to admit it.
"Old Chen, are you getting old and suffering from dementia? You told me about this yourself." Grandma said plausibly.
...Grandpa lowered his head and drank porridge: "Believe in science, don't be keen on these superstitions, the older you are, the more you gossip."
After finding it, it disappeared... Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of porridge in a depressed mood.
Apparently, the survivor re-entered the spirit world 36 hours later, and this time, he did not come out alive.
What he expected was right, the death rate in the mountain temple was extremely high, and the second main line mission was very, very dangerous.
If you want to survive, relying on the official is the most correct decision.
After breakfast and a simple wash, Zhang Yuanqing took the elevator downstairs and waited for ten minutes at the gate of the community.
A black commercial vehicle slowly pulled over, and the electric door slid open automatically. Li Dongze sat on the white leather sofa, leaning on a cane and crossing his legs.
The same as yesterday's dress, black suit, black vest, white shirt, oily hair combed back neatly, and two exquisite mustaches. JrNovels.com
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