Yiwuji

Killer B's career-changing adventure: In the summer of June, the stars are shining brightly on Paradise Island at night, and the undulating sea brings a yacht. The staff at the pier woke up from their drowsiness and looked up to see the yacht hitting the pier like a deep-sea monster, making a whining sound. The staff bravely turned on the lights and went to check. They heard cheerful music melody coming from the lighted yacht in the distance. A strong fishy smell blew in the wind, and the staff's eyelids twitched. There seemed to be a party on the yacht, but for some reason no one could be seen. The staff took a closer look and saw that most of the hull had been infected by an unknown black liquid. The sea water surged and washed out a bright red color. Suddenly there was a "plop", and the heavy object fell into the shallows. A woman with long hair and a face like a female ghost cursed, "It hurts, it hurts! My ribs are broken!" The stars were so bright tonight that even when the staff member was frightened, he knew it was a living person. He watched helplessly as the woman struggled to climb up, grabbing his hair like a demon from hell, and sprayed a ferocious smell in his face: "What are you looking at? Are you going to call the police?" The Strange Adventures of Passerby Wu: In a certain primeval forest, in a temporary resting place and a tree house, several brightly colored beetles fluttered their wings and stopped in mid-air without any other movement for a long time. With wet hair on my head, I sat on the tree stump in the treehouse with dull eyes. Looking up, I had a clear view of the scene outside. With the tree house as the center, a circle of anti-virus and insect repellent powder was sprinkled on the outer circle. Several shirtless men were warming themselves in the circle, drying their clothes and cooking. The hot weapons were placed on a big stone like stall toys. One of the mixed-race men brought a plate of food. The meat on the plate was from some unknown animal. I felt a little nauseous and said, "Thank you, I'll eat it later." The man smiled, showed his white teeth, said something, and then said in a language I could understand: "Dr. Chen, I hope you understand that my patience is because I am grateful for your care in the mental hospital." The man in front of me was in a special ward of a mental hospital half a month ago. I was the male nurse in charge of him. Every day I was either fighting wits while taking medicine or playing hide and seek while sleeping. In the medical record, his name is Li Zhengtang, and he suffers from severe violent disorder. One second he almost killed someone, and the next second he dared to put on a white face and ask what happened? His condition deteriorated very seriously. I dare not speak. He is suffering from mental illness. I am not Dr. Chen. The Dr. Chen he was talking about is dead. The materialist survival record of the masses: Zhongjia Village, dark night, filled with stars. Fireflies dart across the fields, and sporadic artificial lights flicker and never go out. A young man wearing an old man's shirt stood up from the field and shouted toward the haystack: "Who? Where is he?" The moonlight was hazy, and the young man approached. The haystack was completely empty. He scratched his head and walked around the haystack. There was really no one there. But that kind of movement would have taken a creature as big as a human to make it. He looked back at the dark shadows of the mountains and forests in the distance. Could it be some kind of protected animal? I heard from the old man that there are big snakes in the mountains... Before he finished thinking, his nose moved, and a strange smell spread from his feet. Looking down, he saw that it was not raining, but there were large traces of moisture on the dry ground. If you look carefully, you can see that the wet marks are in the shape of giant strips, forming a circle around the hay. He squatted down and couldn't help but cover his nose. It was so strange. It was fishy and smelly, but he didn't feel nauseated. Use a dry grass branch to scratch the wet area a few times. When you pick it up, it seems to be a little sticky. I don't know what it is. He had never smelled the same or similar smell, and his physiological system could not give him any feedback, only telling him that it was a strange fishy smell. Intention: Not added