Under the Earth

As soon as the sky dawned, Bishop Wesai walked out of the side door of the church with a thick quilt in his arms. He glanced at the confession booth. The priests and believers who were still listening to the confession could no longer hold back and began to do things that were embarrassing. The outside of the church was eerie and strange. He hugged the quilt and walked hurriedly for a while. He left the quilt behind near the city and left without looking back. The main lights on the roadside were extinguished one by one. There were no birds singing in the early morning in the city, only the sound of the engine of the sprinkler truck. Every time the driver passed through a city, he would yawn and complain about the boring work. Suddenly the car body tilted slightly and the engine stalled instantly. The driver's half-yawn turned into a cold sweat, wondering if he had knocked down something evil. He bravely got out of the car and saw a large pile of quilt stuck in the front part of the car. The thing wrapped inside was exposed, and it turned out to be a person! Who sleepwalks while still wrapped in a quilt? The driver hurriedly stepped forward and pushed aside the quilt: this was a boy about seven or eight years old, his face was bruised and bruised, as if he had been pinched. The wheel ran over his legs, and he closed his eyes and frowned, and his weak moans proved that he was not a corpse. The driver was shocked He quickly reversed the car, picked up the boy, put him in the passenger seat, and drove towards the hospital. A few minutes later, the door of the sprinkler truck opened and a pile of quilts was thrown out. The car turned a corner and changed direction. There was no sunlight on the streets, only hazy mist. This is an indifferent city, but also a noisy city.