76. My Disciple From Ancient Times to Modern Times (5)

Duan Qingen was teaching Duan Xu how to use a mobile phone when the door in the courtyard was knocked loudly.

Duan Xu quickly went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Zhang Wei rushed in with an anxious look on his face.

"Master, please come to the rescue. Our director is in a coma. Even if he was sent to the hospital, nothing could be found wrong. He just doesn't wake up."

Duan Qingen stood up; "Don't call me master."

"Hey, yes, Mr. Duan, Mr. Duan, our director doesn't have any awareness at all now. It's not a problem if he doesn't eat or drink. Didn't you figure it out before? No, didn't you guess that he was suffering from a bloody disaster? Then Take a look, can you explain it?"

"It can be solved."

The feng shui master, who was in his thirties and looked very energetic and handsome, stretched out his hand and made a gesture asking for a small amount of money.

"Ah, yes, I can't let you work in vain. Don't worry, I will definitely give you money."

"Okay, Duan Xu, pack your things."

"Hey!"

The young man of thirteen or fourteen years old responded loudly and ran halfway into the room. Suddenly he realized something was wrong and quickly turned around and ran back. "Well, Master, what are you packing?"

"Um……"

The Feng Shui master who had just given the order majesticly paused and touched his large pocket; "No need to pack it away, they are all in my pocket."

Duan Xu did not laugh at his master, and ran back obediently, following Duan Qingen.

As Duan Qingen walked out, he said to Zhang Wei: "Although I am willing to help with this, please understand that I am just going to try it. It is not that I am engaged in feudal superstition. I believe in science and love China."

"Yes, yes, I understand, I understand."

Zhang Wei now wished that they would get their wings and fly to the hospital immediately. There was no time to argue with Duan Qingen. He would just respond to what he said.

"I came to see your director because I have studied Chinese medicine for a few days. As you know, I know a little bit about everything, including seeing patients."

"Yes yes yes."

"By the way, tell me what happened to your director."

Zhang Wei quickly said: "We were arresting prisoners at that time, and a knife that was suspected to be a murder weapon fell at the bottom of the slope. The director went down to get it. We were all watching from above. When we first went down, nothing happened. As soon as his hand touched the knife, he fell down silently. "

At this point, he still felt scared.

"When we went to arrest the prisoner, he had already lost his will. He was lying in the cave, begging for mercy, saying that he was being spared and that he shouldn't kill them or anything like that. That's why the director's matter was so complicated. Come on, my colleagues in the office were also very scared, so as soon as I said I would invite you over, they all agreed.”

"Hmm...this question sounds really problematic."

Zhang Wei quickly asked: "Mr. Duan, since you were able to calculate before, ah, no, you could guess that our director had a bloody disaster, then can you guess the reason for his bloody disaster?"

"What else could be the reason for the bloody disaster? It's just bad luck."

Duan Qing'en said, "It's like you are walking on the road now and there is chicken droppings in front of you. You stepped on it because you were anxious to talk to me. This is bad luck."

——Paji.

Zhang Wei looked at the chicken shit at his feet in silence.

The polite Feng Shui master pointed to his feet: "Look, this is what happened."

Zhang Wei: "..."

You may have arrived before.

Now that the director is important, he didn't ask why Duan Qing'en didn't remind him even if it happened, and continued; "But our director is really good. He never hides when there is any danger or anything. He is always the first one." Go up and protect us. His family is actually quite good, but he usually lives frugally. It seems that he and his sister-in-law have sponsored several students to go to school. They say that these students have good grades and are sensible people. If the child is not well, they can help me if they can. Please tell me how such a good person can do this to him. "

The more Zhang Wei talked, the angrier he became: "The murderer wanted to take revenge on society. He blocked the entrance of the elementary school and killed four children in one breath. He was sent to the hospital for rescue and came back to life. Our director is such a nice person, but he just touched him. That knife fell down, why?”

"It doesn't matter whether you are unlucky or not. People are all unlucky. Some are small and some are big. But since your director is a good person, good things will happen after his bad luck."

When Zhang Wei heard this, he became energetic; "Really? Is it just that the bad luck has gone and good luck will come?"

"Young man, can you have some socialist spirit? What is bad luck and good luck? Does this have anything to do with luck? Luck is all feudal superstition, which means bad luck and not bad luck."

Duan Qingen lectured the people, and then said: "Actually, this is also based on science. When a person enters a very unlucky period, everything will not go well. Drinking cold water will clog your teeth. Walking on the road, you will step on a chicken excrement. Forget it, I can step on another one after a while.”

——Paji.

Zhang Wei looked silently at the chicken shit he stepped on again.

Duan Qing'en; "Look, just like you are now, when you start to have a little misfortune, you will feel, ah, why am I so unlucky? When it comes to psychological factors, unless there is some particularly big happy event, otherwise you The bad luck never ends."

Zhang Wei wiped the chicken shit off his feet and asked, "What is this statement?"

"It's very simple. When a person decides that he is unlucky, he will feel that he is unlucky when he sees anything after he opens his eyes. For example, if the water is too hot and his mouth is burned, this is a normal thing in normal times, but when this person feels that he is unlucky, he will feel that he burned his mouth because of bad luck."

"Also, if you can't get on the bus, you don't do your job well, and the fruit you eat is spoiled, these are all small things when you don't feel that you are unlucky. If you can't get on the bus, you can take a taxi, if you don't do your job well, you can continue to do it, and if the fruit is spoiled, you can buy it again. But when you start to feel that you are unlucky, these things are all bad luck in your eyes."

Duan Qingen is like a teacher teaching students at this moment, and continued: "Why do everyone think that good things don't happen when they are unlucky? Because they are also They ignore all the small good things. They finish work early and get off work, buy fruit and get an apple as a gift, and see flowers blooming on the road. These are all good things, but they can't see them. They will ignore them. They can only see that they are unlucky, but can't see the good things they encounter. Isn't that unlucky? "

"Only after encountering some big happy events that they can't ignore, these people will think, ah, I am not unlucky anymore, from this moment on, I am not an unlucky person anymore, and then they will pay attention to these small happy events in life. When they see flowers blooming, they will think that I am not unlucky to see flowers, and when they receive apples, they will think that I am not unlucky anymore, and people will give me apples. So all the bad luck and good luck you mentioned are psychological factors. "

Zhang Wei listened to it with a confused face.

"Then, then who is our director?"

Duan Qingen: "He is unlucky. When he wakes up, he will be lucky."

Zhang Wei: "... You just mentioned psychological factors."

"Yes, he chased a prisoner and chased himself to the hospital. He must feel very unlucky psychologically, but I will tell him that good things will happen after bad luck. He thinks that good things will happen to him, so of course everything is good. I just said a lot, don't you understand what I mean? It's all psychology."

Duan Qingen patted Zhang Wei's shoulder; "Young man, you are so young, don't you always think about some weird things? New China, new society, we are all good children living under the five-star red flag, how can we have these feudal superstitious and decadent ideas, it's not good."

Zhang Wei has given up arguing with Duan Qingen.

"Okay, Mr. Duan, get in the car, let's go see the director first."

After driving all the way without violating traffic rules, the three arrived at the hospital.

Even though colleagues were worried, it was still working hours, and the hospital only left two colleagues on vacation to help take care of him, as well as the director's wife.

As soon as Zhang Wei opened the door, the director's wife, who had been wiping tears beside her husband, immediately stood up, wiped the tears from her face, and looked at Duan Qingen.

"Xiao Zhang, is this the master?"

"Sister-in-law, you can just call him Mr. Duan, he is... different from other masters."

Zhang Wei walked into the room a little embarrassed, "This is Mr. Duan, and this is his disciple Duan Xu."

After introducing each other, Duan Qingen didn't say anything nonsense, and went directly to the head of the bed and looked at the director lying on the bed.

The director is middle-aged, and although he works hard, he is still a little fat, and has a beer belly. At this moment, he is closing his eyes and his face is pale.

Duan Qingen looked down and saw a few strands of black air wrapped around his right hand. He turned back to look at Zhang Wei; "Did he hold the knife with his right hand?"

"Yes, it was the right hand."

The colleague who was taking care of him hurriedly nodded excitedly: "Mr. Duan, is there something wrong with the knife? The director was fine before he went down, but as soon as his hand touched the knife, he fell down and couldn't be woken up no matter how we called him."

Zhang Wei was also shocked; "Mr. Duan, how did you know? I didn't tell you which hand the director held the knife with."

"Guessed."

Zhang Wei; "..."

Okay, not surprising at all.

The director's wife also saw that Duan Qingen was a real talent, and hurriedly sat forward; "Mr. Duan, Xiao Zhang said before that the address where the prisoner was hiding was calculated by you, and you also reminded him before that my husband would have a bloody disaster, but my husband didn't believe it, so the accident happened. It's our fault. Can you help my husband? He is really a good man. He has never done anything bad in his life."

"Yes, yes, yes, I prove that the director is really a good man."

Duan Qingen finished reading, and slowly sat on the head of the bed amid the sobbing of the director's wife and the testimony of the three policemen; "He doesn't have a big problem. I just checked it and it's just a nightmare."

"Nightmare? What is a nightmare?"

One of the colleagues asked, and another colleague answered: "It's a nightmare."

Zhang Wei hurriedly came up: "Mr. Duan, does this have anything to do with the knife?"

"It is related."

As soon as Duan Qingen said this, the faces of several people changed suddenly.

"Then what should we do? That knife might be the murder weapon. It has been placed in the police station as evidence. It won't hurt anyone again, right?"

"Yes, it is evidence. We don't have the authority to deal with it."

Duan Qingen still sat there calmly, looking up at the young men in a gentle manner: "Young people, you just can't keep your cool."

"I only said it was a relationship, but I didn't say what the relationship was."

The director's wife quickly asked: "Mr. Duan, how did this knife hurt my husband?"

"It's simple."

Duan Qingen gently picked up the director's right hand, then turned to look at Zhang Wei: "Where is the talisman I gave you?"

"Here, here, here."

Zhang Wei hurriedly took the charm out of the phone case and handed it over.

Several people just watched Duan Qingen put the talisman in the director's right hand.

Then he turned to stare at them for a while, then looked at Zhang Wei and said, "Come here."

Zhang Wei came over obediently.

"Reach out."

Zhang Wei stretched out his hand, and Duan Qingen grabbed his hand and pressed it on the director's right hand.

"He is dreaming. Go and bring him back. Remember, no matter how terrible things you see, remember that you are dreaming. It is just a dream. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Although he hadn't seen anything yet, Zhang Wei was already frightened by the horrible things he imagined and had goosebumps all over his body.

"Well, Mr. Duan, is this also science?"

"Of course."

Duan Qingen asked; "Don't you know VR technology? It allows people to see images that look like reality and connect them online. Just think of this as a VR game."

Seeing the cold sweat on Zhang Wei's forehead, the director's wife couldn't bear it and asked softly: "Mr. Duan, can I go? After all, my husband and I are husband and wife. It would be better if I brought him back."

"No, I have to find someone brave enough to do it."

Duan Qingen refused and looked at Zhang Wei seriously: "Remember, no matter how terrible things you see, you have to come back with the director. These are all dreams and lies."

Zhang Wei swallowed hard; "I remember. I remember."

"Duan Xu, come here."

Duan Xu obediently stepped forward: "Master."

"Stand next to him and catch him when he falls."

"No problem Master."

Duan Xu stood beside Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei looked at Duan Xu's small figure suspiciously: "Well, Mr. Duan, let my colleague do it. I don't think Duan Xu can support me..."

Duan Qingen tied the red thread he took out to their hands.

Zhang Wei, who was still talking just now, rolled his eyes and fell back silently.

Duan Xu quickly picked him up with one hand, and the two colleagues next to him quickly moved a chair over for Zhang Wei to lean on.

The director's wife had vaguely heard of such a thing before, but had never seen it before. Seeing that Zhang Wei really fainted so silently, she felt a little worried in her heart.

"Mr. Duan, will Xiao Zhang be okay?"

"It should be fine. Since the director is a good person, his dreams shouldn't be too scary."

The director's wife didn't understand: "Then what did you say about horror just now?"

"Doesn't this make him mentally prepared? Do you think, if he thought he would encounter a monster when he went in, but saw Ultraman instead, wouldn't he be very surprised? Once he is surprised, his heart will calm down. Once we stabilize, we can bring our director back with peace of mind.”

After Duan Qingen's lie, although no one in the ward could understand, they all nodded and forced themselves to understand.

Zhang Wei, on the other hand, was already standing in the darkness tremblingly.

He heard the laughter of children.

Not one kid, but several kids.

The smile was crisp, revealing a kind of innocence, but also looked particularly terrifying in the darkness.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not afraid."

Zhang Wei exhaled and exhaled again, trying to remember what Duan Qingen said before.

Yes, that's right, this is a dream, this is a VR game, and he treats this as a game.

Since it was a dream, he should have whatever he wanted.

Zhang Wei carefully looked around the darkness and said tentatively: "Turn on the lights."

——Crack!

The surroundings immediately lit up.

Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was in the mood to look at the surrounding environment.

This is a relatively shabby-looking street. There are businesses around it, but they only have their doors open and no one is inside.

There was no one in the long street.

Zhang Wei remained vigilant, thought for a moment, and said: "Here's a gun."

Sure enough, a gun appeared in his hand.

Zhang Weizheng felt a lot more at ease in his heart. He lowered his head and saw a toy water gun.

Zhang Wei: "..."

"I want a real gun!"

A blueprint for a real gun appeared in his hand.

Zhang Wei: "..."

He tentatively thought about a few more things, and found that even if he wanted something in his dream, he couldn't just open his mouth and get it.

For example, if he wants a gun, he must clearly imagine the internal structure of the gun.

It's already good to know how to shoot. How could he know the internal structure of a gun?

After working hard for a long time, Zhang Wei could only ask for a long spear.

Yes, it's the kind of weapon from ancient TV series.

After all, he thought for a long time and felt that only this kind of weapon was lethal and could be operated remotely.

He just walked forward carefully holding the long gun, looking around from time to time.

As I was walking, suddenly, the child's laughter I heard before came out again.

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The laughter of several children mingled together, making it even more terrifying in such a deserted street.

Zhang Wei swallowed and then walked forward.

After walking only two steps, he suddenly noticed a road sign ahead.

[There is a school ahead, please go slowly]

Zhang Wei: ... It's not what he thought.

He walked over tremblingly, and sure enough, he saw four big characters written on the top of the school in front of him: [Chunyang Primary School].

This is where the four children were killed, and it is also where the four children go to school.

They also read the information of this school when they were looking at the wanted criminals.

Most of the children in this school are left-behind children. Their parents go out to work and leave them to the care of the elderly or relatives. Therefore, most of the children who go to school here start to go to school by themselves with small schoolbags at a very young age, and there is no parent to take care of them on the way to school and home.

The criminal wanted to take revenge on society, so he chose the children who were not protected by adults.

He lurked on the path out of the school, and when the four children came out, there were no adults around, and he stabbed each of them with a knife at least a dozen times.

After an adult passing by found out, the criminal fled quickly, leaving only four dying children.

After that, two of the four children died on the spot, and the other two died in the hospital after failed rescue.

When watching the tragedy, I felt so angry and sympathized with the four children. Now standing in front of the gate of Chunyang Middle School, Zhang Wei was so scared.

In the hearts of Chinese people, a miserable death is called a lingering ghost, especially these four children.

For a moment, various horror movies in Thailand flashed through Zhang Wei's mind.

It can be said that in all horror stories and movies from ancient times to the present, the lethality of children is not small.

In fact, because they are children, their sense of right and wrong has not yet been formed, and their lethality as ghosts is even greater.

Anyway, that's what the movie says.

At this moment, Zhang Wei especially regretted why he went to watch a horror movie. He didn't have a girlfriend. A single dog sat in the cinema and watched people go in pairs. When the horror plot came out, he was so scared that he trembled alone, and then watched the girls around him hide in their boyfriends' arms. Isn't this asking for abuse?

Especially, after encountering some weird situations, the various horror scenes he saw at the time would uncontrollably drill into his brain.

Zhang Wei swallowed his saliva again and tried to calm himself down.

He recalled his mission.

Yes, he came to save the director.

The director was so kind to him, so what was a little horror scene? He would definitely be able to overcome it.

"Director."

Zhang Wei trembled and shouted: "I am Zhang Wei, are you there?"

"Well, I'll take you back, my sister-in-law is still waiting outside..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the faint laughter of a child.

Zhang Wei's heart was almost scared to death.

He tried to hypnotize himself, it was all a dream, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

Even if those children were really haunting him, he was a living person, would he still be afraid of ghosts!

Not afraid! !

"Uncle..."

A crisp girl's voice suddenly sounded behind Zhang Wei.

"Oh my god!!!!"

Zhang Wei almost jumped up, he turned around and faced a girl with pigtails.

The girl was wearing an ordinary elementary school uniform, her face was pale, her body was covered in blood, she was looking at him, slowly pulling the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile.

In Zhang Wei's opinion, this was simply a cannibalistic smile.

"Uncle, are you here to look for someone?"

The girl's face was pale, and she took another step forward.

"Hey, you, don't come over, I'm not afraid of you."

Zhang Wei recognized at a glance that this was one of the four children. She was so scared that her legs were weak, but she still insisted on holding on.

"Uncle, the person you are looking for may be behind, shall I take you there?"

This sentence in Zhang Wei's mind changed to "The director you are looking for has been eaten by us, now it's your turn to be taken there to be eaten hahahahaha——"

Zhang Wei: "..."

"I'm not going!"

The little girl's pale face showed some doubts, she tilted her head, "Then what are you doing here?"

"I'm coming... I'm coming..."

Seeing Zhang Wei stuttering and unable to speak, the little girl continued to move forward; "Then don't block me if you don't go, I'm going over."

Zhang Wei's nervous heart was beating wildly.

Watching the child come to him, calculating the distance, he suddenly swung the spear in his hand.

——Bang!

The spear hit the little girl's head, but did not break her up as Zhang Wei imagined.

Zhang Wei: "..."

He quickly took back the spear and looked at it.

Oh my god, it's not sharpened.

How could he forget that the crew would definitely not sharpen the props when shooting a costume drama.

It's over.

This will anger this little ghost.

My life is over!!

Zhang Wei was desperate. The little girl who was hit suddenly was stunned for a moment, and then touched her head in confusion.

When she realized that she was beaten while walking normally, she immediately showed a wronged expression on her face and burst into tears.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwu, you hit me!!"

Zhang Wei looked blankly at the little girl who was standing there crying like an ordinary child, and strangely felt guilty.

"Uh... that, I didn't mean it..."

"Wuwuwuwuwuwu, it hurts so much, you hit me, the teacher hit me!!!"

Zhang Wei looked around and saw that the little girl was crying with her eyes closed. He whispered, "Where is the teacher?"

The little girl stopped crying.

Suddenly she remembered that there was no teacher here to tell her about it, so she cried even harder: "Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, mom..."

Zhang Wei looked at the little girl who was stamping her feet and crying: "..."

Why did he feel like he was bullying a child?

"Little friend, don't cry first, I didn't mean it, I really didn't..."

"You did it on purpose, wow, wow, wow, I saw it all, you did it on purpose!"

"This, it was really an accident just now, don't cry, okay, brother apologizes to you."

Zhang Wei was busy coaxing her when he suddenly heard footsteps.

Then he saw one, two, three children running over from the front, each of them looking at him vigilantly, and the two boys even protected their crying companions behind them.

"What are you doing!!"

"I... I didn't do anything."

Zhang Wei looked at the three alert children in front of him, and hid his long gun behind his back with a guilty conscience.

The three children comforted the crying little girl while discussing.

"Is he a bad guy?"

"He looks like a bad guy, and he beat Rongrong."

"I think he looks like a bad guy too."

Zhang Wei, who watched himself become a bad guy, said: "I'm not, I really didn't mean it, kid, I'm here to find someone, can we talk it out?"

However, the four clever ghosts turned around and ran away.

"Grandpa!! There are bad guys!!!"

"The bad guys want to bully us!!!"

Zhang Wei looked at the four running away blankly and scratched his head.

What about these Calabash Brothers? Four children, and a grandfather.

Just thinking about it, the children who ran away like the wind just now came back like the wind.

With an expression of "If you have the ability, don't leave, we have a backer", they pointed at Zhang Wei and started to complain; "It's him!! It's him who beat Rongrong!"

It's over.

**The boss is coming out.

Zhang Wei wiped the non-existent sweat off his face, tightened his grip on the rifle, and prepared to explain verbally.

"Who is it?! You bully such a young child! Do you have any shame!"

The director's full-throated voice came.

Zhang Wei: "???"

The director's extremely strong figure walked over from the other end.

Zhang Wei: "??? Director?"

The director was also stunned when he saw him: "Zhang Wei?"

Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief; "Do you recognize me?"

Don't let the little ghost brainwash you again.

"Of course I recognize you. What's wrong with you? How can you bully such a young child? Look how hard this child is crying."

Zhang Wei: "Um... Director, do you know who these children are?"

"How should I know who they are? If I knew, wouldn't I send them to their parents?"

The director looked at his subordinate with a foolish expression, strode over, and his voice was still full of energy: "You came at the right time, try to make a call, my phone has no signal, connect to the local police station, tell them that four children have been kidnapped, and ask them to send someone over."

The familiar style of the director finally made Zhang Wei believe that he was the director.

He carefully looked at the children hiding behind the director who were looking at him with fear on their faces, and cautiously pulled the director over: "They didn't do anything to you, did they?"

"What can a few children do to me? You really are. Although I always tell you to be cautious, you can't be too cautious. Come, Rongrong, come here. This is someone Grandpa knows. Don't be afraid."

Zhang Wei watched the little ghost named Rongrong come over timidly, with tears in her eyes.

The director touched her head lovingly: "Zhang Wei, apologize to this child. Although she is a child, you can't ignore the conflict between you."

Zhang Wei: "..."

He was roaring in his heart.

Director, are you blind! ! !

This is the victim we have seen together! ! !

The photo of her lying on the ground covered in blood was put in the archives by you! ! !

She is a dead person! !

Dead person! ! !

Even if he roared in his heart, Zhang Wei could only force a smile on his face: "Rongrong, I'm sorry, uncle really didn't mean it."

The little girl hid behind the director in fear, glanced at Zhang Wei secretly, and said timidly in a childish voice; "It's okay."

The director smiled and touched the little girl's head again: "Look at this child, how sensible."

Zhang Wei:...

Director, can't you see the blood on her body?

Didn't you notice the creepy white face on her face!

And the way she walked.

This is not walking! !

This is floating! ! !

Floating! ! ! !

"By the way, Zhang Wei, why haven't you called yet? I promised these kids that I would take them to find their parents."

"I... didn't bring my phone."

"Don't you always carry your phone with you? Why did you forget it today? Okay, okay, let's go find it together. Where is their police station?"

"Captain, wait a minute, I want to talk to you alone."

Zhang Wei pulled the chief aside and asked in a low voice; "Do you remember what you were doing before?"

"Before me?"

The director really hadn't thought about this problem. He scratched his head hesitantly: "I seemed to be catching prisoners with you before..."

outside world

The director's wife looked worriedly at her husband and then at Zhang Wei: "Mr. Duan, why haven't they woke up yet? My husband has collapsed. We can't hurt Xiao Zhang anymore. He's still young."

"Yes, it stands to reason that we have already met."

Duan Qingen dug in his pocket, "Have we started chatting yet? This young man Zhang Wei seems to be quite good at chatting."

After digging for a while, he took out a small speaker, which was also electric.

After turning on the switch, he pointed the speaker at their hands and said, "Hey, hey! Hey, can you hear me?"

The two people who were talking in the dream were startled, and the four children also looked up curiously.

On the horizon, the clouds gradually turned into the shape of a trumpet.

Duan Qingen's voice came from the loudspeaker: "Let's fight quickly. Stop chatting and get the people out quickly, otherwise we will be in trouble."

The worried voice of the director's wife came from the loudspeaker again: "Is there still trouble? Mr. Duan, what's the trouble?"

The director was confused and looked at Zhang Wei next to him: "Yun, Yun can still speak. Isn't this your sister-in-law's voice?"

Zhang Wei: "Yes, yes, it's my sister-in-law. Here's what happened. Director, you went with us to arrest the criminal. But when you went to pick up the knife, you fell down and fell unconscious. "Yes, you are dreaming now, and I am here to take you out."

Director; "???"

The trumpet-shaped cloud in the sky continued to sound; "Of course there is trouble."

"Every minute the two of them are unconscious, their lifespan will pass by sixty seconds. Ten minutes is six hundred seconds, and one hundred minutes is six thousand seconds. This is no joke."

Zhang Wei: "..."

"Director, let's stop talking nonsense and get out quickly."

The loudspeaker continued: "By the way, if there are children inside, let them all listen together."

With the voice of the master Duan Qing'en supporting him, Zhang Wei was no longer afraid and hurriedly ran to the four children: "Hurry up and listen."

"Ahem..."

The sound of turning pages of books came from the loudspeaker, and after a while Duan Xu's voice came again: "Master, this is good."

"Okay."

In reality, Duan Qingen took out a collection of children's songs from his pocket and began to sing: "Hey, hey! I'm starting! Zhang Wei, please let the child listen."

"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby..."

"Sleep, sleep, it will be better in your sleep..."

"Go to sleep, go to sleep..."

Zhang Wei endured the harsh singing, looked down at the four children, and quickly poked the director on the side: "Director, look at the director."

The blood on the four children gradually disappeared.

The mud, pain, and blood all seemed to evaporate into the air with the singing.

The pale face turned rosy, and the light figure became solid.

They all raised their heads and looked at the clouds in the sky, as if they had seen something. Their faces were full of happiness and giggles; "Dad, do we really want to eat KFC..."

“Mom, you’re not leaving!!”

"Mom and dad, are you really going to stay with me for my birthday?! That's great!!"

"Dad, dad, wait for me..."

Under the gaze of the two of them, they ran away laughing.

The surrounding houses began to collapse, and large cracks opened in the ground. Zhang Wei and the director fell backward as their bodies were shaken by the earthquake.

"ah!!"

Zhang Wei's consciousness returned and he hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he felt like someone was shaking his body crazily.

Duan Qingen next to him was still nodding; "Yes, yes, this is the rhythm, just shake it more."

"Hey, comrade, do you have any more exciting songs? Put them in his ears and turn the volume up to the maximum. Forget it, I'll do it."

Zhang Wei was about to struggle to open his eyes when a loud trumpet sounded in his ears.

"Two dollars, two dollars! Two dollars for everyone!!"

"For two yuan, you can't buy it and suffer a loss. For two yuan, you can't buy it and get cheated!"

"Two dollars, two dollars! The whole journey...Eh? Wake up!"