Two stupid postmodern life

In the evening of this day, Er Sha wandered off to his old place after filling his stomach.

Where is the old place?Junkyard chant!

There were few pedestrians along the way, the shops on both sides were closed and the lights were turned off, and the street became more and more dark and desolate. A gust of cold wind blew past, and even the crescent moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds. into the dark.

Ersha shrank his neck, quickened his pace, and began to beat his heart: this weather is weird, isn't it going to rain?

Why don't you take a day off today and come back tomorrow?

Thinking about it again, this month's dark and windy murderous night, isn't it now.

According to the first note of "The Law of Two Fools", the above artistic conceptions often lead to unexpected gains.

Thinking of this, Ersha's heart became wider and he was full of courage. The alley in front of him was a three-foot-wide alley, which was a convenient path leading to the garbage dump. went in.

After running for only two steps, something knocked under his feet, and with a bang, he fell like a dog eating shit.

Shaking his still dizzy head, Ersha cursed: "Fuck, who is so ungrateful, throwing a big sack in the middle of the road, trying to stump me to death." After finishing speaking, he ran back angrily, towards The sack kicked.

One kick, two kicks, three kicks, how come the more you kick, the more wrong it becomes?

Rubbing with your feet, it's soft and elastic, squatting down and reaching out to touch it, oh my god, isn't this a person?

The law of two fools, verified successfully! ! !

The joy of success made Ersha instantly increase his strength, he dragged and pulled down, and finally dragged the 'sack' out of the alley.

Not far from the alley is the garbage dump. A dilapidated lantern was blown tottering by the wind, and the candle inside was beating and extinguishing.Ersha saw clearly the 'sack' on the ground with the weak light, his mouth that was cracked in laughter suddenly pouted.

"What, it's so ugly, it's useless to pick up this kind of person." Seeing the appearance of the man on the ground, Ersha couldn't help expressing his disappointment.

I saw that person's face, which was full of pits the size of soybeans. His facial features were distorted, and none of them were in their original positions. He was extremely ugly, and his legs were lame and hunchbacked, and his hand was six-fingered. , The whole situation can only be described in one word, that is 'terrible'.

"Tch, an old and ugly beggar has caused me to waste so much effort. It seems that the law of the second fool needs to be corrected." The second fool patted the dust on his hands, turned and walked towards the garbage dump.

The people on the ground slowly woke up, aware that there were people around, and stretched out their hands for help with great effort, a slight urge came to Ersha's ears.

Turning a deaf ear to the cries for help from the beggars behind him, Er Sila quickly scanned around the garbage dump. Except for a dog lying there dying, there was no other life response.

The sky became more and more gloomy, the air seemed to be sucked away all at once, the surroundings were stuffy and dry, there was a bang, accompanied by lightning flashing across the sky, and raindrops all over the sky fell without warning.

"It took a lot of effort, but it can't be nothing." Regardless of the rush of the wind and rain, Ersha ran to the dog excitedly.

Not to mention, after the inspection, there was an unexpected harvest: "I broke a leg and passed out, but the overall condition is good, maybe it is still a famous species. Pick it up and tidy it up, maybe you can sell it for a good price."

Thinking of this, Ersha suddenly became so proud that he put the injured dog on his shoulder and prepared to go home.

Passing by the beggar, he stopped and kicked him, but there was no response.

"It's just right to die, so you don't have to suffer. It looks like that. I don't feel good when I look at it, and others feel depressed when I see it. It's good to die. It can be considered as a contribution to the working people." Ersha continued to move, leaving a long sigh in vain.

After walking about ten meters, he returned, squatted down, and poked the pockmarked face.

A choked sob escaped from the pockmarked face, completely covered by the sound of the rain.

"Oh, I'm not dead! But it's almost too soon. I have to hurry up, before I'm found out and charged with attempted murder." I got up and walked forward for another ten steps, stopped, and returned.

After looking at it twice, he snorted, stood up and walked five steps forward, stopped, and then returned.

This was repeated five or six times like a rewind, and at the end Ersha turned his mouth and gritted his teeth, rushed back to Pocky Face, and shook him awake: "Hey, are you still alive? Let's make it clear first, young master." I'm not trying to save you, who told me that the young master's family is short of a dog."

That night, the night was like ink, and the rain was like splashing.

On the winding path in the east of the city, a strange thing was struggling to move through the mud.

The top layer is a large piece of kraft paper, and further down, there are a person and a dog crouching one by one, and the bottom carrying them is a thin figure.

The person who served as the base cursed and cursed along the way. Although walking was difficult, the steps he took were undeniably firm.