Chapter 18 Power Outage
"Dad, there's a noise outside."
Jiang Hongbing led his men to rush towards the source of the sound and saw a white car.
The car was vibrating slightly, and from time to time a woman's screams of pain could be heard from inside.
"Xiaobao, Xiaobao, please let go!"
"Xiaobao, I am your mother, I am your mother..."
The people in the front row who realized what was happening subconsciously took a step back, while behind the crowd, two figures staggered towards them.
"Wenhui!"
"Mom, Xiaobao, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Yuan and Zhang's father opened the car door and saw Xiaobao, who was originally sleeping in the last row of seats, lying on the chair in front of him, biting Li Wenhui's arm with his wide-open mouth.
Zhang's mother, who was originally sitting in the back row, had a huge bloody hole on her neck. Her eyes were wide open, but she was already dead.
The onlookers couldn't help but gasp when they saw such a tragic scene.
It was Jiang Hongbing who came to his senses first and helped Zhang Yuan and Zhang's father to pull Xiaobao off Li □□.
The evening breeze blew, bringing a cool breeze, but it was nothing compared to the coldness that everyone felt in their hearts at the moment.
After all, the child's strength is limited, and Jiang Hongbing can control him alone.
It was also at this time that everyone saw clearly what the child, who was well-behaved and obedient in the evening, had become in just one night.
"Mom, wake up, Mom!"
"Old woman, old woman!"
Zhang Yuan and Zhang's father cried out in sobbing voices, and everyone sighed.
The car seat was covered in blood and Zhang's mother could not be saved.
Li Wenhui's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at her child, whose appearance had changed and who was struggling in front of her, and she couldn't help crying.
The woman's sorrowful cries drifted throughout the temple on the wind, like a prelude to this sudden disaster.
"Hurry up, get the rope!"
After Jiang Hongbing shouted, the people around him finally reacted and hurried over with a rope to tie up the struggling child.
After tying up the child, Jiang Hongbing and his men came to Li Wenhui with a rope. Although he felt sorry for her, he still said, "I'm sorry!"
Li Wenhui, still immersed in grief, did not struggle, but Zhang Yuan, who was next to her, saw it and hurried over to stop her.
He stood in front of his wife and asked, "Uncle Hongbing, what are you doing?"
"Ayuan, Wenhui has been bitten. We're not sure if a normal person would be infected after being bitten, so for everyone's safety, we can only use this method. I hope you can understand."
"But, but Wenhui is fine now?" Zhang Yuan glanced at his wife. Her usually bright and charming face was now covered with tear marks and a grayish look of despair.
"I know, but this is necessary. Only by controlling her movements can we bandage her and treat her wounds. Otherwise, no one will be at ease. If you want to do this for her own good, please get out of the way."
So can't the wound be bandaged without tying it up?
Zhang Yuan wanted to ask this, but his anger was instantly extinguished when he saw the panic and fear in the eyes of the people around him.
He looked back at his wife and finally moved away from the front.
Li Wenhui was heartbroken and did not struggle at all. She submissively accepted the outcome of having her limbs and mouth sealed, but her eyes were still fixed on her son who was going crazy.
Seeing that the situation was under control, the village doctor who was hiding behind came over tremblingly with a medicine box.
The person who had freed his hands had already gone to the other side and tied up Zhang's mother's limbs. Although she looked dead, who knew if the dead could still mutate!
…
The temple, which was full of laughter and joy a few hours ago, is now dead silent under the bright lights.
It was late at night, but no one went to sleep. Everyone was on high alert, afraid that they would be attacked by the people around them if they were not careful.
After facing the bloody scene just now, everyone was still frightened and dared not be careless.
The already overwhelmed village heads gathered together again to discuss their future plans.
The villagers who wanted to know the news stood at a distance on the periphery and listened silently.
The village chief of Sanguantun pulled a cigarette case from his breast pocket and asked, "What should we do now? What are everyone's ideas?"
"What ideas can we have? Wait and continue to contact the outside world."
"What if we can't get in touch with them? We just saw it. A sick person will bite!"
"So what do you have in mind?"
The person who had just spoken fell silent.
Someone whispered, "Why don't we leave? We're just village chiefs, earning only a few thousand yuan a year. It's fine for normal work, but now it's a life-threatening situation! I know everyone has food at home, so why don't we move somewhere else and wait for help? The temple is too dangerous right now!"
Some people are interested, while others disagree.
"Where can we go?" Jiang Hongbing said in a deep voice, "Do you think leaving is a good idea?"
"The situation is still under control now. When no one is around, there's only a small area on the mountain. Do you think you can escape?"
The person who proposed it fell silent.
Others who disagreed also said, "The main thing now is to find the pattern and control those who may be sick in advance. I really don't want to hear screaming anymore."
"If this continues, I'll have a heart attack even if I'm not sick!"
"But this disease happens in batches. Who knows who will be the next one to get sick?"
“Actually, I have discovered something.”
The words of Zhang Qian, the young village party secretary of Kongzhu Village, attracted everyone's attention.
Zhang Qian is a college student who graduated not long ago. Although she is the village party secretary, she rarely communicates with others. During meetings, she just listens and does things silently.
The village chief of Kongzhu Village is old and feels a generation gap with the younger generation, so she is rarely consulted on village matters. This was her first time speaking at a meeting.
The girl flipped through the notebook in her hand and said, "While everyone was busy, I checked with the people around me to see who had fallen ill. I found that most of them were elderly people with underlying diseases and young children, with only a very small number of them being young people."
"Among those who have fallen ill, the vast majority of villagers have been experiencing symptoms of illness over the past two days, including colds and fevers. So I suspect the illness may be related to a person's immune system. A weaker immune system increases the likelihood of a strange illness."
The people around thought about it and found that it was true.
"Uncle Dagen, who was the first to have the disease, has always been in poor health."
"Didn't the Zhang family's child also have a fever just now? We were looking for medicine before."
"The old lady from the Qin family has been coughing since yesterday..."
…
As everyone compared the situation, they found more and more clues, and it felt like the barrier blocking their view had been broken.
"Then let's focus on the sick people. If we find anything unusual, tie them up first."
"I agree."
"I agree."
…
Feeling that they had discovered the key, everyone took action again.
All those who showed signs of illness were temporarily tied up. Although some people had objections, they slowly swallowed their opinions after the village committee members mentioned the Zhang family's affairs.
No one can guarantee that they will be the one who will not go crazy due to the accident, and no one wants to hurt their loved ones.
There are only two healthy people left in the Zhang family's five-member family. This lesson is too painful.
After screening the villagers once again, Jiang Hongbing sat silently on the stone steps at the entrance of the hall.
The water on the ground had been dried up by the evening breeze, revealing the smooth stone slabs. The dark clouds in the sky had dispersed and the moon was hanging high in the sky, but his heart was still gloomy.
Wang Liansheng, who had finished dealing with the matter, saw this, sat down next to him and sighed.
"Don't worry, there will always be a way out."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole temple suddenly became dark.
"What's going on? Is there a power outage?"
…
Ever since the Zhang family left, no one in the Jiang family felt sleepy anymore.
But without lights, and the phones had to be charged, everyone could only lie in the car and rest.
Jiang Mingchen couldn't sleep, so he pestered the adults in his family to tell him stories.
Jiang Dong had no choice but to tell the few fables suitable for children that he had learned in school.
Although Jiang Dong had racked his brains, Jiang Mingchen was not satisfied, "Dad, Mom has already told you all these stories!"
"Really?" Jiang Dong was embarrassed.
He ran a tobacco and alcohol store, and business was peak at night. He occasionally had to drive to deliver goods for the shop owners. Therefore, he usually came home late, and by the time he got home, the children were asleep. It was his wife's job to help them with their homework and tell them bedtime stories. He had no idea what Ren Ru was talking about.
"Dad, can't you tell a story?"
"Nonsense!" Jiang Dong wanted to save face, so he naturally wouldn't admit it in front of his son. "Wait a minute, let me think about whether there is any other story."
Just as Jiang Dong was racking his brains to think of how to fool his son, Jiang Mingchen, who was waiting to hear a story, opened his ears.
"Dad, listen, is there any sound?"
Jiang Dong, who was so absorbed in searching for a story, didn't hear clearly, "What?"
"Dad, there's a noise outside."
"What's that sound? Are they birds chirping? Or crickets?" The rain had stopped and everything was wet, so it wasn't surprising to hear the chirping of these small animals and insects.
In the dark carriage, Jiang Mingchen shook his head. "No, I don't know what that sound is. It's getting louder and louder."
Jiang Dong listened attentively, "Are you hallucinating? Why didn't I hear anything?"
Jiang Qian, who was always paying attention to the situation outside, did not miss this information. She opened the curtains and looked down the mountain in the moonlight. She saw a silver wall of water rushing over from the river not far away.
Under the bright moonlight, the rushing water came from afar, hit the mountain wall, bounced back, and continued to flow forward along the gullies of the land, destroying everything and flooding it.
The other people in the car also faintly heard the loud noise and looked through the window together.
The water level has risen a lot more than before. The treetops that were visible above the water before are now completely invisible.
And no one knows what is surging beneath the rushing water.
"This is too scary!" Jiang Dong gasped. "Luckily we parked high up. If we had parked lower, we would have been swept away by the flood!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit hard on the back.
Huang Liping frowned, "What are you talking about!"
Jiang Weimin sighed, "Either the upstream dams can't hold it back, or the reservoir is releasing water. With so much water rushing down, who knows how much damage it will cause!"
"You're still worried about the losses?" Huang Liping muttered, "You old man, think about yourself first!"
My house has been flooded and I am now trapped in this mountain with no food to eat. How can I still think so much?
【Author’s words】
Children seem to have better hearing than adults. There are some Hertz sounds that adults can't hear, but children can! It seems like children who haven't been exposed to noise pollution have better hearing!
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