Yang Ming couldn't explain the specific reason. He just had such trust in Qianye, and now he could clearly feel the strange heat rising around him.
Without much hesitation, he held up his mobile phone with the flashlight on and trotted downstairs.
It was only when he was halfway through that he realized what he was doing. He was stunned for a few seconds, then turned to greet Yang Kaixin and motioned for him to come down with him.
"I'm going alone...it's so dark, it's better to find someone to accompany me."
All right.
Yang Ming was scared.
There is a way, but everything he experienced before is still in his mind. Now as long as he glances at the ceiling of Yong'an garage, he can't help but recall the scene of the black shadow quickly climbing on the ceiling.
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Who knows where that thing has gone now...
Maybe you are hiding somewhere now?
Then when you are alone, it will...
Thinking of this, Yang Ming couldn't help but subconsciously shrink his neck in fear. He waved his hands harder, urging Yang Kaixin to come down quickly and not to waste time up there.
Although Yang Kaixin is a girl, it is better to have someone than none. It can make him feel more secure.
"Come on, let's go to the back of the garage. Do you remember there is a bucket there? Let's get that thing over." Yang Ming ordered.
The temperature is getting higher and higher...
Yang Kaixin already felt that he was not far away from heatstroke.
If she had to describe it, she felt like she was being thrown into a furnace to bake, her mouth was dry and her back was sweating.
certainly.
She is still willing to be with Yang Ming. After all, the Qianye and the three people above her have never dealt with each other from the beginning. She would naturally prefer to stay with her boyfriend than staying with Qianye and the others on the second floor...
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The whole process is fast or slow.
The place where the bucket Yang Ming mentioned was actually not too far away. It only took him two minutes to arrive at the place where the bucket was placed with Yang Kaixin.
This thing is much smaller and thinner than an oil drum. It was left over from when Yongan Garage was still in business. There are no more or no less, exactly five.
Since it has not been used for a long time, there is a lot of dust on it.
The originally red barrel was now grey-white. Yang Ming got close and blew hard, causing the scene in front of him to be filled with smoke. The hot air mixed with the air penetrated into his throat, making him cough a few times.
"Damn, why is this thing so old? I should have asked them to clean it before when they were free!" Yang Ming complained a little, but he didn't say much.
After cursing secretly, he used the shirt he had just taken off to wipe the spider webs on the handle of the bucket. While wiping the spider webs, two fat spiders quickly climbed down from the webs, directly to the nervous man.
Yang Ming was quite frightened.
"grass!"
"Come here and lend a hand, let's take all five buckets together." Yang Ming cursed again, and then said to Yang Kaixin behind him.
However, a few seconds after he finished speaking, Yang Kaixin seemed not to have heard him. Not only did he not reply to him, but he didn't even make any sound.
This strangeness made Yang Ming's heart skip a beat.
He suppressed his fear and swallowed, then slowly turned his head to look at Yang Kaixin behind him...
Well, Yang Kaixin is still here.
It's just that the other party seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit at this time. He stood motionless on the spot, his eyes wide open, as if he had discovered something, staring at the top of Yang Ming's head.
"What are you looking at?"
"Didn't I ask you to come over and help me?"
Although it was a question, Yang Ming couldn't figure out what was going on. He hoped that the other party would become normal quickly and stop staring at one place so completely, otherwise it would be scary.
"Ming, Brother Ming..."
"On top of your head..."
Yang Kaixin finally reacted. She raised her finger tremblingly and pointed at the top of Yang Ming's head, which was the direction she had been staring at.
He spoke hesitantly, in the extremely quiet and dark surroundings.
This tone undoubtedly made Yang Ming immediately feel deeply uneasy.
"What's on top of your head?"
Yang Ming suppressed his fear and looked in the direction Yang Kaixin was pointing...
immediately.
He then saw a dark shadow lying quietly at the small window above his head used for ventilation.
The other party didn't move.
Compared with when it appeared before, it seems to have a few more hands and feet, and it looks extremely weird and terrifying!
"ah!!!"
Yang Ming was immediately frightened and sat down on the ground.
He almost forgot that this was the first time he had landed on his butt. He didn't care about the pain in his lower body. All he could see now was the black shadow on the window. The fear that had accumulated for a while suddenly surged up from the bottom of his heart until it enveloped his entire brain.
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Yang Ming was so scared that he peed...
This is not an exaggerated descriptive sentence, but he was really scared to the point of peeing!
Warm liquid flowed out of his body, and he could clearly feel that his pants were wet. At the same time, a faint odor began to permeate the air.
Perhaps the flow of warm liquid brought him some calmness. After screaming in fear, Yang Ming quickly came to his senses and found that the figure on the window was not a ghost at all.
It was a mop that had been washed by someone and was placed on the window waiting to dry...
“Fuck fuck fuck!”
"Who the hell did this?!"
After taking a clear look at the appearance of the object and confirming that the new hands and feet were just mop hairs, Yang Ming's mouth began to smell sweet again, and he cursed without any concern for the image.
A mop scared him to the point of peeing.
Anyone who tells this story can't help but laugh.
Fortunately, the surrounding environment was dark enough. Without a flashlight shining on him, it was hard to tell that he was scared to pee. As long as he didn't say anything, he should be able to do it quickly in such an extremely high temperature environment.
through.
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Yang Kaixin's flashlight just happened to shine on Yang Ming's pants. Subconsciously, she thought there was an accident, so she took two steps back in fear and confusion.
Yang Ming: "..."
"It's too hot, I'm sweating." After a two-second pause, Yang Ming explained.
"Oh." Yang Kaixin patted his chest, not knowing whether it was true or false. It was indeed very hot now, and it was not surprising to see sweat on his pants.
It's just that Yang Ming's pants were sweating a little too much, and they were even dripping...
"By the way, Brother Ming, I saw it clearly. It was just a mop. I made a fuss. I'm sorry for what happened just now." Yang Kaixin apologized.
It was impossible to hide the fact that Yang Ming was so frightened that he cursed and screamed. Fear is the most difficult thing to play, and it was easy to tell whether he was really frightened.
Hearing Yang Kaixin's apology, Yang Ming felt angry in his heart. Perhaps he thought that this was his girlfriend, so after taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anger and did not vent to Yang Kaixin.
"Forget it, it's okay."
"Please help me, let's move these things over quickly..."
Although the whole process sounds long, it actually doesn't take much time.
From the time Yang Ming and Yang Kaixin set off to get the bucket back together, the whole process actually took less than five minutes. After they moved the bucket downstairs, Qianye's water pipe was also inserted into the oil bucket, ready to start at any time.
"Have you done it? Just these five barrels, right?"
Qianye shouted downstairs. He had good eyesight and immediately saw the wet and dripping scene under Yang Ming's pants. Thinking of the scream he heard just now, he knew without guessing that the other party was so scared that he wet his pants.
certainly.
Since Yang Ming didn't take the initiative to bring it up, it proved that the other party had accidentally seen something wrong, so Qianye naturally didn't waste time asking about it.
"Okay, that's all. What should we do next?" Yang Ming raised his head and asked.
"I will put down the water pipe now. Just align the opening of the water pipe with the bucket and try not to spill the oil on the ground. Once it is full, take the oil and put it in the car. You can add as much oil as you can." Qianye said.
He opened his mouth and answered.
To be honest, this is a difficult problem.
If it's a motorcycle or a motorized scooter that uses oil, that's okay. You only need to open the oil cap and pour the oil in. Although this process will require some patience and arm strength, it is not a big problem.
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Mainly if Yang Ming's group of racing gangs mostly have small cars, it will be very difficult to refuel.
Without an oil gun, it is not easy to get the oil from the bucket into the car. After all, most cars are refueled from the side...
"Is this so..."
"We have two homemade oil guns. Is it okay to use that one?" Yang Ming thought for a while and then said.
This is the meaning of giving a pillow when sleepiness comes.
One second Qianye was still having a headache about refueling, but the next second Yang Ming happened to come up with a solution.
Homemade oil guns are common to all drag racing gangs, and most of them are made by relatively poor racing gangs. This kind of oil gun is not high-tech, it is just made of water pipes and soft plastic mineral water bottles.
Use Kia for oil pumping purposes.
"Okay, it's best to use that one!"
Qianye nodded in affirmation.
If this kind of homemade oil gun is used to change the oil, the speed will definitely not be able to keep up with the speed of pumping out the oil barrel. Qianye did not think much, turned to look at Su Zao and said to him: "Go down and help, let him
If people do it, the speed will be very slow."
"oh."
Su Zao did not refuse.
Anyway, no one is needed here to pump oil, so he can just go down.
The surrounding temperature was now very high, and he could hardly bear it. Even with his talent, Su Zao could not do anything in the face of the rising temperature.
If Qianye has a way, he will just do what Qianye wants...
Finally, the transfer of oil in the oil barrel is divided into three working directions.
Qianye and Wang Qingqing were guarding the oil barrels upstairs, using the siphon principle to get the oil into the water pipes, while Yang Kaixin was downstairs making sure the water pipes were aligned with the barrels to prevent them from flowing out.
Su Zao and Yang Ming waited until the oil in the bucket was almost three-quarters full, then took the oil bucket to the parking area behind the garage, and used what they called a homemade oil gun to add oil to the car.
go......
It barely matches in terms of speed.
Division of labor is not a big problem.
As expected, Qianye estimated that it would take about an hour to clean out all the oil in these oil barrels.
There is no other way. Although this time is very long, it has already reached the standard of trying our best. Next, we can only pray that this weird temperature will not rise too high within this hour...
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Sweat, it's all sweat.
The overly hot environment made beads of sweat drip from Su Zao's forehead. He couldn't care whether the sweat would drip into the oil or cause problems with the vehicles. On the contrary, these cars were not his, so he just
Just add these oils according to Qianye's requirements.
Yang Ming himself was not feeling well either. The high-intensity exercise coupled with the scorching temperature made him feel like he was about to be roasted. When he was carrying the oiled bucket, he even felt his consciousness slip into a coma.
Maybe it won't be long before he goes into shock and faints here due to dehydration...
"Who is the bastard who did this much oil?"
"Is the method of transporting oil here feasible?"
Yang Ming complied while complaining. Now he has begun to come to his senses. He no longer blindly trusts Qianye and begins to wonder why the other party wants him and others to do this.
Move some oil...
Can the garage door be opened?
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It sounds unreasonable no matter how you listen. He doesn't understand the so-called weird rules, so when he reacted, he didn't understand why he did this and what was the connection between it.
"Just do what you are told, just trust him." Su Zao heard Yang Ming's muttering and said this coldly while refueling the car.
With his unquestionable tone and his uneasy look, Yang Ming opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he held it back.
Yes, is there any good solution now?
He didn't expect it for the time being. Seeing that Qianye was very confident when he put forward this opinion, he could only do it first...
There were more vehicles parked in the garage than Qianye and Suzao had expected.
You can't call yourself a racing party just by owning a car. Guys like Yang Ming and others whose main hobby is racing will be embarrassed to say that they are car enthusiasts if they don't have at least two or three cars.
Of course, not everyone has a good family background like Yang Ming.
Most people's cars are motorcycles, and they are usually bought from second-hand car shops. After modification, although many vehicles look good on the surface and are extremely fast, their safety is somewhat poor.
Yang Ming has been playing with cars in the old city for many years. Apart from the car accidents he has suffered, he has also seen the tragic scenes of other car enthusiasts.
The pursuit of speed often comes at a cost.
It was a device made of flesh and steel, and he saw more than five riders die before his eyes...
Maybe he is too stubborn.
Yang Ming never thought that he, who was not even afraid of racing cars, and who would still play with cars even after being warned by the police, would one day be scared to death by a mop in the garage.
The oil in the oil drum is being extracted...
The temperature in the garage gradually reached a terrifying level.
My eyes may even feel hot and I may feel drowsy from time to time, as if I will faint in the next second and be unable to get up.
Yang Ming and Su Zao also spent a lot of energy. They gasped for air and refueled the vehicles in the garage one by one. Naturally, their speed slowly slowed down inadvertently.
"No, I'm too tired. I have to slow down..." Yang Ming wiped off the sweat on his face that could affect his vision, and rested on the motorcycle seat with his hands.
At this time, the seat was extremely hot. He didn't hold it on for a few seconds before he took his hand back. He estimated that if he held it on any longer, he might be directly burned.
After raising his head, he suddenly saw a figure in the garage.
That is "Wang Chengcheng" who disappeared before, and is standing not far away at the moment...