Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

Lin Qingle changed into a white top and red skirt. She ate and drank as usual these two days, smiled at everyone she saw, and seemed unaffected at all.

There were two sounds beside my ears, and the person pushed the door open and walked in, then closed it carefully. He didn't speak for a long time, and it was Lin Qingle who spoke first.

"Every time you come to me you either lecture or teach me a lesson. Why are you silent this time?"

"..."

"I've found a car. I'll find a way to get you out. Go with them. Go far away and never come back."

Lin Qingle put down the phone in his hand and said, "You know this is impossible."

Tomorrow is the day to worship the gods, and everyone's eyes are on this place. Someone will tell Fang Da what he ate, drank, when he fell asleep, and when he woke up. Then Fang Da, the village chief, will report to Mr. Huang.

There were people taking turns to guard around 24 hours a day, just in case something went wrong at the last minute.

The reason why Wang Ping was able to come in and take a look was because he was the one who made Lin Qingle become a deaf-mute.

He clenched his fists, veins bulged on the back of his hands, and a feeling of weakness spread throughout his body. Even so, he didn't dare make too much noise to attract attention.

Lin Qingle, the person involved, came over to comfort him.

"In fact, I have always owed you a thank you, whether it was because you helped my sister back then or you cared about me now."

"You are different from the villagers."

A thin window cannot block out the excited and bustling sounds, and everyone is looking forward to tomorrow.

But it doesn't matter, it will be over soon.

Lin Qingle retracted his gaze and suddenly said, "Uncle Wang, don't wait until tomorrow, leave with them tonight."

"why?"

Wang Ping was puzzled. Logically speaking, tomorrow was the day for the sacrifice to the gods, and the best time would be for everyone to gather in the center of the village.

Lin Qingle's expression remained unchanged. "I heard from them that Mr. Huang was afraid that those outsiders would cause trouble, so he specially left the young men in the village to guard the gate."

"Because no matter where you hide, if you want to leave the village, this is the only way to go."

Wang Ping's face changed drastically and he suppressed his curse.

"You old man, you're so damn insidious!"

You have to know this news, otherwise you will be waiting for something tomorrow! ?

"how about you?"

Lin Qingle looked at him and lowered her eyes for a while.

"I have returned from dust to dust, from ashes to ashes."

Knowing that his sister was doing well and that he had met his beloved brother Achen, he should have no regrets...

Wang Ping took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth impatiently. When he was about to light it with a lighter, it stopped in mid-air. Finally, he threw it on the table in anger.

"Damn, what's going on..."

It seemed that he had to change the plan temporarily. He had to find a chance to go to the back mountain to inform them. When he wanted to say something else, he suddenly heard footsteps outside the door.

"It's almost time to come out."

Wang Ping's expression changed, and he shouted back, "I'll be right out!"

As soon as he turned around, Lin Qingle walked to the table and sat down.

"Mr. Huang? Why are you here?"

Wang Ping cursed inwardly, thinking it was bad luck.

Mr. Huang, who was dressed elegantly, smiled and said, "I'm here to take a look. There can't be any mistakes, right?"

At the end, he added, seemingly unintentionally, "You seem to care about Miss Lin a lot. Why, are you reluctant to let her go?"

He knew that Wang Ping had a good relationship with the Lin family and had taken care of each other since childhood, but there was one thing he couldn't understand.

Wang Ping, who cared so much about the two children of the Lin family, specially paid a lot of money to buy that opportunity. He also asked about it, and Wang Ping said at that time.

"Isn't this just to get some good luck during the sacrifice? If the gods know it was me who did it, they can be a little more partial, right?"

Mr. Huang nodded and agreed immediately. Logically, he should have been the one to do it, but there was nothing he could do. What Wang Ping offered was too much and he couldn't refuse.

After chatting for a few words, Mr. Huang waved his hand and told others to do what they were doing, and he went into the house.

At a glance, he saw Lin Qingle sitting on a stool fiddling with a water cup. He didn't care and turned around slowly. Just when Lin Qingle thought that this man would just take a look and leave, Mr. Huang sighed.

"How can this person be so easily deceived? Especially the villagers in the remote countryside."

"No matter what you say, as long as you mention the word 'God', these people will foolishly believe it. Then pretend to count with your fingers and say a few words that are half-truthful, and they will kneel down to you."

Mr. Huang was full of pride. "If you ask me, it's good out there, but it's still not as good as this village. Everyone treats you like a god!"

"You can do whatever you want. You don't have to lift a finger and people will bring you things. They will even rush to serve you tea and water...tsk tsk tsk tsk."

There was only a kettle and two cups on the table. Mr. Huang was thirsty as he was talking, so he poured himself a glass of water. Looking at the little girl who was playing with her fingers, he said hypocritically, "You are so pitiful. When I told you that you were chosen, your parents were so happy that they gave me a lot of things."

"Wait till you get underground, don't blame me, go find them if you want to find them."

He didn't care that Lin Qingle was deaf and couldn't hear these words, or perhaps it was precisely because Lin Qingle couldn't hear that he felt at ease to satisfy his desire to talk. He couldn't say these words to the villagers, and it was quite uncomfortable to keep them in.

After he left, the boy slowly raised his head, his eyes were surprisingly cold, and touching the small thing in his sleeve, he slowly forced a smile, and became gentle and soft again.

……

Cars were speeding on the road, and as the place became more and more remote, they formed a convoy. Zhang Qiao was sitting in the back seat of one of the cars.

"Captain Zhao, it's just ahead, but the road gets narrower as you go in."

The special police officer named Captain Zhao said, "Everyone get off the car and walk over. We expect to arrive tonight."

"In order to prevent any unexpected incidents, we will send people to sneak in ahead of time and leave a team outside to surround the village to prevent them from escaping."

Zhang Qiao felt relieved by their swift and decisive attitude. The only thing she was unsure about was what happened to Xiaobai and the others.

"My friends..."

Captain Zhao comforted him, "Don't worry, we will rescue the people first and then start the operation."

According to Zhang Qiao, the people in Shengshen Village do not recognize any laws. They only do things that can get them in trouble. They all think they are the king.

When faced with such unruly citizens, what we need to do is to prevent them from rioting, so special police were dispatched to suppress them.

The sky is overcast and it's going to rain again.

……

"Didn't it say tomorrow? Why was it changed to tonight?" The question was asked by Ding Rong.

Wang Ping said unhappily, "Why? You don't want to leave earlier?"

Without waiting for Ding Rong to answer, he straightened his expression and quickly explained the whole story.

"Anyway, we can't wait until tomorrow. The car I'm looking for is a little further away from the previous location. Now everyone's attention is on Lin Qingle, and no one is paying attention to us."

"After tonight, you won't be able to leave tomorrow."