Miscellaneous Records of the Firecracker Bureau: Nine Desolation Departments

After pulling down the shutter door and locking it, the cold wind hurt Nongjiale's face.

Yes, his surname is Nong, and he is a descendant of the family, inheriting the high expectations given by his parents to grow up happily, so - Nongjiale.

Is there any fresher explanation?What the hell is the name that is being complained about every minute and every second?Nongjiale made unnecessary resistance more than once, but of course it was ignored.

After finishing his part-time job, he pushed a black second-hand bicycle and walked on the side of the street against the wind.There are basically no people around during this time period. Just kidding, there is still a strong wind blowing at two o'clock at night. Who wants to wander here, let alone during the May [-]st Labor Day holiday.

There is still half a year left before graduation. Before I have made up my mind about the future I will face in the future, Nongjiale works in this little milk tea shop. It is relatively close to the school, and it only takes about ten minutes to ride a bicycle. The boss plus employees plus interns are actually just him as an intern. There are four people in total. Except for the boss and other shifts. Considering that Guan Yan is a girl, Nongjiale and another boy, Xu Dewen, the foreman, are on the night shift for half a month. Today is the Nongjiale book. The penultimate evening shift of the month.

"I really don't understand why a small milk tea shop has to stay open until two o'clock at night?" Nongjiale murmured to himself.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.The bicycle that had been difficult to climb on the windward top suddenly lost a lot of weight. Nongjiale took a deep breath, and his coat was blown over his head by the strong wind from behind. Before Nongjiale could react, he heard a humming in his ears. One sound.

At this moment, the strong wind made the farmhouse lose its footing and fell to the ground together with the bicycle.The Nongjiale was covered by a coat and could see the situation outside clearly, but he felt something flying past him. Although he didn't want to admit it, he did hear the "cracking" sound effect that usually appeared in movies. It was really heard, mixed with the roar of the wind.

Nongjiale lowered his head, trying to open his eyes wide to see if there was any possibility of rescue around him. He felt as if he was about to be dragged into the sky by something.The helpless and hard struggle only managed to open a slit of the eyes. The signboard of the grocery store under the slope was blown crackling, and the vegetation beside the slope was blown into a straight line. Let alone being rescued, he could not even maintain the most basic face shape. It's possible, the whole body was pulled by a strong force, face to the ground, feet up to the sky.

"Ah - woo - ah - gurgling gurgling..." Nongjiale could barely see a stick in his hand, which was still warm and shone with green light.There is a circle on the top of the stick, this is it?Zen staff!

"Hey, brat, hurry up, I'm going to make a bigger move!" A thick male voice came from above.

Ha, big move?Before the farmhouse could respond, there was a loud noise in the air, "Boom——"

The farmhouse was washed into the green belt beside the road by a huge shock wave and passed out.

"Hey, Lang Guangwu, what's not good for you to pick up, how did you pick up a cripple?" A pretty baby face came forward.

"He's not lame, he's injured, he's injured! His leg is healed and he won't be lame anymore!" The thick male voice seemed to have been heard somewhere before, and his head was dizzy, and he couldn't remember anything.

"Hey, is he awake?" Babyface dangled in front of Nongjiale from time to time, and Nongjiale was a little dizzy, and said weakly: "Don't, don't." Babyface wondered, "He has spoken, don't What?""……"

"Don't want anything, what do you say?" Babyface hated other people's half-talking, and shook Nongjiale's shoulders frantically.

Lang Guangwu really couldn't stand him, so he moved to stop the baby face: "I said, can you calm down for a while, don't say that I am dizzy when you shake him like this, let him have a good rest, okay. My young master Zhou Dewen."

Zhou Dewen?Xu Dewen?Why do everyone like to call Dewen Dewen or something, so dizzy, dizzy ~ Nongjiale doesn’t know what to think about in his head, just when he thinks about more things, the alarm is on in his head, so Nongjiale has to tilt his head, Fall asleep again.

The coming of morning was still annoying as always, the sunlight outside the window unceremoniously shone on Nongjiale's face, forcing him to open his small eyes.

Um, where is this place?The farmhouse sat up, and saw a lavender small and fresh decoration in front of it: petal sofa, banana leaf-style wall lamp, and even the curtains are a bunch of platycodon flower buds.If it wasn't for the "beep beep" equipment next to it, the case at the foot of the bed, and the number [-] written on the bedside patient number, who would have known that this would be a ward.

"Meow ~" A hopping cat jumped onto his bed, yes, it's a gray cat that doesn't need to walk or crawl but jumps around like a spring!

Nongjiale looked at the cat jumping in front of him and was sweating profusely: "I said meow, can you go down, you jumped on my lap, it hurts, the wound, the wound is not healed yet."

The cat seemed to understand what he said, and jumped even more vigorously!

"Hey—you go down for me" Nongjiale waved wildly, although the cat only bounced, but its body language was also very rich. It would raise its paws high and perform somersaults, and continue to be lame in Nongjiale, oh no , is jumping on the injured leg.

"Ah——you come down!! It hurts so much!!! I beg you to come down, okay~" Nongjiale yelled sadly and finally attracted the cat's owner, Zhou Dewen.

Zhou Dewen quickly picked up his cat and said distressedly: "Are you okay, Mr. Flea, it's all my fault, I didn't take good care of you."

"Hey, hey, I'm the one who was injured, okay? Look at this side, you bastard!" Nongjiale was really going crazy, what happened to this person, he didn't care about the injured first, but the cat.

Zhou Dewen muttered: "Please, you are not dead, my Mr. Flea is different. If you sprain your leg, this life will be over. You really have no love. You should have let Lang Guangwu kill you in the first place." Throw it out."

"I... I'm damn, this is a flea? This is obviously a cat, okay?"

"Correct me, it's a cat named Mr. Flea."

"Please do me a favor, please, where are you, I didn't even have time to ask the teacher to blame you, but you bit me back, who are you?"

"Stinky boy, I saved you!" Zhou Dewen held Mr. Flea with one hand, and with the other hand he did not forget to place an orchid to refer to the disgusting farmhouse.Nongjiale lay down beside the bed and vomited again and again.Zhou Dewen put Mr. Flea away, and came over to check on the injury of the farmhouse.

"As for you, I don't know if it's luck or bad luck. Our family Lang Guangwu happened to be catching the Nine Heavens Pot Monster, so you crashed into their barrier without dying." Zhou Dewen continued, resting his chin in one hand: "But it's also strange. It stands to reason that ordinary people can't see it, let alone enter it. So I should say congratulations to you. Remember to share it with me when you buy a lottery ticket and win the jackpot."

"Ha, what a mess, are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about? I just remember being blown by the wind or something..."

"What--you were hit, and then my comrade-in-arms, my colleague Lang Guangwu, who was on a mission at the time, rescued you. Your injury originally required at least half a month of recuperation, but I I used the special effect bandage from our department to wrap it around you, and it’s fine for now.”

"What is the Jiutian Pot Monster?" Nong Jiale felt as if he had heard some terrible news.

"You don't care what it is, anyway, when Langguang Mist comes, let him give you a moment to make sure you forget it completely. Don't talk nonsense with you, take a good rest." Zhou Dewen hugged Mr. Flea without turning his head He went out, leaving the dumbfounded Nongjiale sitting on the bed, not knowing what to say.

Nine Heavens Pot Monster?What is it, can it be eaten?monster?brute?By the way, that cat used to jump just now, right?And this room?The farmhouse finally found out that something was wrong with this room.The ceiling, the ceiling here is moving, not the texture of stone bricks or wood, but something soft like meat or cotton candy wriggling, it feels disgusting.

"After talking for a long time, Zhou Dewen didn't say where it is. What kind of thing is it? It makes me want to vomit. There must be some ghosts and ghosts on it."

"Of course not." A thick male voice sounded at the door, and Nongjiale turned her head. The dark blue suit was straight, the collar of the shirt was loosely opened, and the black and shiny black hair was in a two-to-eight shape, and the healthy wheat complexion was against it. This person has a tough face, knife-cut eyebrows, a high-set nose, and a mountain-shaped mouth. This person?

"Hello, my name is Lang Guangwu. If you think the name is awkward, you can call me Mr. Guang, or Mr. Wu, or any other nickname, just don't call me Guangzilang."

"Huh? What the hell?" Wait, what's with this deja vu situation?

"The ceiling you see is not a monster, it's a mascot, the mascot of our department. Forget it, I won't be able to explain it to you for a while. Let me explain briefly: it is like this, I was talking about Jiutianhu It’s strange to do persuasion, but maybe its ideological struggle is too intense to affect the surrounding magnetic field, so that you who just got off work were implicated, and then you were injured, that’s it. If you wake up now, it means that there is nothing to do, and I will send you back , In addition, when your memory is erased, a memory of the car accident will be presented as a gift, the whole process is free!" "Just wait for me!"

What are you doing? !

"Hey, hey, from the very beginning, you two have said in front of me that monsters and ghosts want to play tricks on me. What is the memory of a car accident? It's just that you hit me and wanted to talk about it!!!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Just stop arguing with me, are you a light boy or a shirtless boy!" Oh?What just blurted out seems to have said something that shouldn't be said?Nong Jiale saw that the brows of someone who was already serious in front of him became more tense, and even the place where he was standing was covered with dark clouds. He confirmed that he had indeed called someone's taboo just now.

There was a moment of silence in the room, neither of them had the intention to speak again.Um, do you want to apologize?Nongjiale really didn't want to speak and buried her head.Lang Guangwu simply went out. Seeing this, Nongjiale wanted to stop him, but he heard the doorway "chi la-papa..."

Forehead?No way, the sound of firecrackers?No way, can you still set off firecrackers at the door of the ward?There is a row of white lines on the back of the farmer's head.

The author has something to say:

Opened, opened, and finally opened a new article, it is really not easy to write an article, it is too easy to fragment~~~~~ The subject of firecrackers is purely because I was afraid of firecrackers when I was a child and hated firecrackers. On the contrary, those who celebrate the Chinese New Year are like a fool who doesn’t know what to do, and suddenly misses their childhood—since they can’t be released in this world, let’s let it blow up in another world!