Cai Gen held a takeout bag in one hand and grabbed the stair railing in the other.
Follow your memory and walk down in the dark.
He didn't dare to cough, afraid of seeing the terrifying black shadow.
Things in the world, the more you are afraid of, the more likely it is to come.
It's past four o'clock in the morning, which is the time to walk the lung meridian, and I smoked a lot tonight.
Coughing is like burping and farting, it has become an uncontrollable instinct.
As soon as Cai Gen went down the first flight of stairs, he started coughing non-stop.
The more I try to suppress the sound of coughing, the more itchy my throat becomes.
I was holding back tears, but I couldn't hold them back.
I simply coughed and the voice control light came on again.
Cai Gen saw from his teary eyes that there was no dark figure around him.
Surrounded by him were a group of dark shadows, charred and black, all hurried downstairs following him.
Since they all went downstairs faster than Cai Gen, they all automatically avoided his body, and no one touched Cai Gen's body.
Cai Gen has become a rock for the flow of people. When encountering him, the black image will automatically separate like the water flow.
Can they see themselves? Can they feel themselves?
The answer is yes, it is more terrifying than passing through your own body.
It doesn't stop, just like a cough that doesn't stop.
Cai Gen was a little numb and walked mechanically, following the flow of people.
Cai Gen couldn't remember how many floors he went down, he just walked like that, following the flow of people.
My legs were already sore and my muscles were stiff with every step I took, but I continued down the stairs.
Walking endlessly, down, and down again, as if going deep into the earth.
"The spring breeze of reform is blowing everywhere, and the Chinese people are really up to their game."
The ringing of the phone interrupted the endless walking, and the black shadow around him disappeared.
"The spring breeze of reform is blowing everywhere, and the Chinese people are really up to their game."
When the bell rang for the third time.
Cai Gen suddenly woke up, reached out and took out his mobile phone, it was his wife, oh my God, it was his wife.
I quickly connected, and heard my wife's sleepy voice from the other side.
"Lao Gen, what's wrong with you? Send me a WeChat message. I didn't see it until I got up to go to the toilet. What do you mean?
Did you drink too much again? They told you not to drink so much, but you just didn’t listen. You are in the store and no one cares about you, right?"
Listening to his wife becoming more and more energetic as she talked, Cai Gen seemed to be sober. It was hard for Cai Gen to explain, so he quickly said,
"Honey, it's okay. You can continue to sleep. I'm riding a scooter. It's cold outside and my hands are freezing."
When my wife heard that she was riding a scooter, she was delivering food, so she didn't drink too much, so she became confused again and said something lazily.
"It's okay, please be safe. I'll continue to sleep."
Then he hung up the phone.
Cai Gen put away the phone, looked up, and saw a blood-red 7 under the dim green light.
Did you walk for so long to reach the 7th floor?
But the soreness in the legs and the stiff muscles reminded Cai Gen, who has practiced long-distance running, that he would have to run at least 2 kilometers before he would feel this way.
In the end, he just went down one floor?
It seemed that I had felt better after coughing just now, and I didn't want to cough anymore. I walked down in the dark, using the green light from the emergency exit, and kept going down.
Why does that green light move?
Like two small green light bulbs, half a flight of stairs away from me.
Go to the next level yourself, and the two green light bulbs to the next level.
If you stand still, neither will the two green dots.
The heart conquers fear.
I couldn't help coughing, and wanted to use the voice-activated light to see what it was?
The light turned on, and the owner of the pair of small light bulbs appeared. He was a big mouse, but his tail was a bit like a squirrel and his eyes were a bit big.
The green light comes from those big eyes.
He didn't look at the mousetrap next to him, just stared at Cai Gen.
Cai Gen discovered that he had reached the second floor, and there was only one floor left.
After overcoming the fear of big rats, I continued downstairs.
Watching Cai Gen go downstairs, the big mouse also went downstairs, and then disappeared.
Cai Gen didn't go looking for the big rat. He opened the stair door and came out quickly.
The lobby is still the same lobby, and the security guard is still snoring on the sofa. Nothing has changed because of Cai Gen's experience.
Cai Gen was really fed up and quickly walked through the lobby, entered the revolving door, and left the hotel.
I got on the electric scooter and started walking, but after walking more than 10 meters quickly, the speed of the scooter slowed down.
Cai Gen looked back at the hotel. It was pitch dark upstairs, with no lights on in any of the windows. The darkness of each window was like dense, charred shadows.
The lobby downstairs was also dark, with only a row of spotlights illuminating a few bright red characters of the Red Romantic Hotel. They looked particularly eerie among the many black shadows. They were far away, but still clear.
I turned my head and turned the battery car with all my strength. The car rushed forward, but the follow-up power was insufficient. It was difficult, slow, and desperate, and the speed never picked up again.
I was in a hurry to go upstairs and forgot to turn off the car lights. I went there for 2 hours and the temperature was more than minus 20 degrees. The battery was seriously aged and ran out of power.
Cai Gen, at 4:30 in the morning, pushed the battery cart and walked to the store.
He also tried to ride a bicycle, but a battery-powered scooter, unlike a bicycle, was more tiring than pushing it.
The sanitation workers sweeping the streets have already come out.
They are admirable, but it is said that they are all hired from outside.
Earning one-fifth of the salary and doing five times the work.
Is it fair? Is it unfair? Is life hard? Isn’t life hard?
At 4:30 in the morning, I was pushing a battery car on the street in a temperature of more than 20 degrees below zero.
Is it fair? Is it unfair?
Stay alive!
The sweat on my body just now has soaked my underwear, and the cold air outside is ruthlessly blowing on the surface of my body along the gaps in the hem of my down jacket.
It felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, it was so cold.
Cai Gen reached out to touch a cigarette out of habit, but there was only an empty cigarette box left in his pocket.
After walking for half an hour, my body finally started to sweat again due to the activity. I was really tired from pushing the battery cart.
I saw a small shop with the lights on, maybe it was bringing breakfast and it opened early.
Cai Gen parked the car and ran to the window of the supermarket, because it was very hot inside. The windows were all covered with white grilles, which looked very nice.
I knocked on the window carefully, and after a while, it opened.
Cai Gen quickly put his head in. It was so warm inside. He quickly pointed to the cigarette he often smoked.
"That's it, here's a box."
A middle-aged woman wearing pajamas, disheveled hair and looks like she just got up.
It seemed that I was making noodles just now. My hands were all white. I took a box of Cai Genzhi's cigarettes and put them towards the window.
"7 bucks 5."
"Isn't it 7 yuan? I've been smoking for several years, and it's always been 7 yuan."
"7 yuan after 8 o'clock, 7 yuan and 5 at night."
Cai Gen stared at the cigarette and said,
"Then, no more."
She retracted her head and was about to leave. The woman inside hurriedly shouted,
"Forget it, I'll sell you a box for 7 yuan. We sell them for 7.5 yuan at night. Do you want to buy steamed buns?"
Cai Gen said nothing, took out 10 yuan, handed it in, and held the cigarette in his hand.
This chapter has been completed!