Cultivation from the top

Chapter 183 The Night Before Acceptance

In the reflective eyes of the female reporter, she saw what she most wanted to see now.

Gas station.

The big red roof, several refueling tools, and the familiar feeling are undoubtedly a gas station in operation.

Although from the outside, the electric lights inside still can't see the figure.

Still, it was enough to at least give female journalists some hope.

The female reporter gritted her teeth and ran towards the gas station.

"Hello, is there anyone?"

The female reporter yelled towards the house inside the gas station.

No one answered.

"Hello? Is there anyone? I want to cheer up?"

Still no one answered.

The female reporter had no choice but to push the unlocked door slightly.

The facilities inside are all available, whether it is the machine for invoicing or the maintenance tools, they are all quietly placed there.

However, no one was seen.

"Hello?"

The female reporter tried again, but there was still no response.

She gave up the idea of ​​finding someone else.

Probably there is really no one in this city.

There are also several plastic buckets on the ground.

Although I felt sorry for the owners of these things, the female reporter still picked up two buckets and walked to the fuel dispenser.

Take the grease gun and put gasoline on the bucket.

The somewhat unpleasant smell of gasoline made the female reporter regain her confidence.

With these two barrels of oil, I can probably last halfway home.

This works out to cut the cost of towing in half.

It's also an option.

After both buckets were filled with gasoline, the female reporter hesitated before picking up the buckets, and finally took out the money from her wallet, held it with a stone, and put it in an obvious place.

Although no one saw the behavior of the female reporter, and no one would hold her accountable even if she left directly, the female reporter chose to pay honestly.

He bent down and picked up the two barrels of gasoline, which were really heavy.

However, in order to be able to go home, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and persevere.

Just less than 100 meters away, a fire appeared not far from the gas station.

The female reporter hurriedly turned her head and saw the place where the flame finally disappeared.

Now, the female reporter ignored the gasoline can in her hand, put it on the ground, and ran directly to that place.

It is impossible for the fire to appear for no reason, it must be a human factor.

Then think about it, there must be someone still there in that place.

Find him or them and ask what the hell is going on in the city and why no one is in the city.

The female reporter also thought that the other party might not be a good person, maybe some robbers or thieves.

Then there is no need to meet the other party directly, just hide from a distance, listen to what they say, and watch what they do.

After all, the other party is really a blood-licking person. When other people see his behavior, he doesn't know what cruel behavior he will do.

Female reporters are still very sensitive about their own safety issues, and they will not rush over like a stunned young man and ask others, what are you doing?
So stupid.

You shouldn't say that even to a group of normal people.

Before knowing the details of the other party, you can't put yourself in a dangerous place.

It's almost common sense.

When the female reporter was near the place where the fire disappeared, she slowed down, tried not to make a sound, and slowly approached the deep pit.

Several crowded heads appeared in the sight of the female reporter.

The female reporter lowered her body, put her ears together, and listened carefully to what these people were saying.

"How much is left undone?"

A man in a suit asked another man in the same suit.

"There is still half a day of work left, and it will probably be finished tonight."

The person being asked touched the sweat streaming from his forehead, but refused to take off his clothes that looked a little stuffy.

"Come on, I've been working for almost a week, this is just a follow-up process, it won't take too long."

While the third person lit the steel pipe with a torch, he inserted his thoughts into the topic of the first two people.

"I said, where are you going to rest on the next rest day?"

The fourth person straightened his waist and pressed his hands on his sore lower back.

"I'm planning to go to District E, which is a good place to relax. Sunny beach, fresh fruits and big steaks, I've been thinking about it for a long time."

The first person begins to fantasize about wearing beach shorts, lying on the soft sand and enjoying the sun.

"Still going to District E? Haven't you been there once before?"

The fourth person turned his waist, and he felt tired from bending over for a long time, and only this simple relaxation made him feel a little more comfortable.

"The problem is that District E is really comfortable. You can't spend fifteen days in this place?"

"I think this place is also good, at least every place is safe, and you won't worry about whether the food is new or not."

A third person had a different opinion.

"Do you still remember the time when you ate a big plate of lobster by yourself, and then you ate a bad stomach, and lay in bed for a long time?"

"I remember, I remember, it's good to eat only two, but I didn't expect to eat the whole plate. It's not a bad stomach."

"Can eating lobster cause a bad stomach? Eating lobster...bad stomach...There is no direct connection between the two. It was my stomach that was blown by the wind when I slept that night, not the bad stomach after eating lobster."

The first person started to quibble, saying something like "lobster is not a shrimp, it is a seafood", and said something like "this time the gastrointestinal medicine is ready, it won't hurt your stomach".

Cheerful laughter sounded from the bottom of the pit.

Listening to these people's speeches, the female reporter wanted to laugh.

Just laughing out of the blue would definitely reveal her whereabouts, so she almost bit her lip and held back her laughter.

"Stop laughing, the inspection will be done early tomorrow morning, and there are less than ten hours left, why are you laughing?"

The fifth person who had been silent all this time spit out a bucket of cold water for the others.

And the others knew that it was really wrong to have fun and jokes now, so they shut up and continued to work.

The female reporter got a message in this short speech.

Something is bound to happen tomorrow morning.

Because compared with the time on my mobile phone, ten hours later it was seven o'clock the next day.

As for "acceptance", it is likely that some important person will appear.

Then, the female reporter must handle the car well before that.

Or just go back the same way.

Either fill up the gas and stash the car somewhere in a parking lot.

At this time, the female reporter's curiosity about unknown things was aroused again.

She decided to choose the second option.

It has already spent three days and two nights, and there is no problem in spending some more time here.

It's just a good time to see what incredible plans are brewing in this city.

Thinking of this, the female reporter quietly retreated from the pit, picked up the two barrels of gasoline again, and walked unsteadily towards the entrance of the city.

(End of this chapter)