Zhao Lingjun has always been short of money, so Zhao Lingjun naturally couldn't bear to throw the fifty yuan into the toilet and flush it away. So Zhao Lingjun originally wanted to rinse the fifty yuan and dry it before using it.

But because there was no water, Zhao Lingjun threw the fifty-year-old directly on the windowsill and hung it.

Even after so long, the fifty-foot was already dry. But at least it was very informative. Zhao Lingjun couldn't figure out why Qin Ye didn't find anything and put the fifty-foot in his wallet.

After falling into the top for a long time, Zhao Lingjun came to a conclusion. At that moment, Qin Ye must have had nothing else in his eyes except the fifty.

One fifty is like this. If you change one hundred, what would it be?

When Zhao Lingjun thought of the expression when Qin Ye found out that his wallet was full of his own goods tomorrow, he couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, Zhao Lingjun felt relieved and the feeling of wanting to kill people in his heart finally relieved a little.

However, this feeling of comfort and comfort lasted for a few seconds. After a few minutes, Zhao Lingjun could only grab a bath towel and walk towards the bathroom with great sadness.

Because although he had already washed three times, Zhao Lingjun still felt that his body was full of stinky tofu. It seemed that the smell had penetrated into his bones and had to wash away the skin before it could be removed.

When stepping onto the threshold bar in the bathroom, Zhao Lingjun thought that if he continued to wash like this, would even be washed off by himself?

While thinking about this, Zhao Lingjun stepped onto the threshold in the bathroom.

Then a huge and extremely painful feeling rushed from the soles of Zhao Lingjun's feet to the top of Zhao Lingjun's head.

"Ah~~." Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but let out a terrifying howl. He squatted down and grabbed his left foot.

The pain made Zhao Lingjun feel a thud in his head.

***

The first thing Zhao Lingjun saw was of course the threshold in front of him.

However, the threshold strip made of marble is very smooth and not at all different from usual.

Then Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but look at his feet.

The one who stepped on the threshold was Zhao Lingjun's left foot, and the huge pain came from Zhao Lingjun's left sole. When Zhao Lingjun saw his left sole of his left sole of his foot, he almost fainted.

The first thing Zhao Lingjun saw was a piece of blue and purple bruises in the heart of his left foot. In the middle of the bruises, there was a wound that had been washed white. The wound was not big, but the wound was very deep. At first glance, it was like someone stabbed it hard with an awl.

Although the blood in the wound has stopped now, Zhao Lingjun still felt dizzy when he saw the flesh on his feet turning.

After a while, Zhao Lingjun let out a breath. Zhao Lingjun felt that no matter what, he was lucky enough to die without losing blood.

"But how could such a wound be pierced on my feet?"

Zhao Lingjun was very confused, but when Zhao Lingjun's eyes fell on the extremely disgusting rain boots that were thrown into the garbage can next to the toilet, Zhao Lingjun suddenly understood why he had such a terrifying wound on his feet.

***

Some feelings are unforgettable. When Zhao Lingjun saw the rain boots, he remembered the feeling of his feet being soaked in a butter bucket.

Zhao Lingjun knew that the culprit who stabbed his left foot must be the hard objects that poured into his rain boots along with the disgusting mud.

As soon as Zhao Lingjun ran out of the sewer, he wanted to run back to the bathroom as fast as possible to flush out the disgusting things stuck to him. So although Zhao Lingjun had already felt that his left foot was already tingling, Zhao Lingjun did not immediately take off his rain boots to take a look.

Because the wound was in the soles of the feet, although it felt a little painful when walking, Zhao Lingjun did not notice it for a while. It was not until the wound was just on the threshold that Zhao Lingjun felt extremely painful.

"Oh my God, I will not be infected with AIDS, tetanus, or something." When Zhao Lingjun thought of everything in the sewer, he was stabbed in the mud there, and he felt half cold.

When Zhao Lingjun thought of the words "AIDS", he jumped into the kitchen with one foot like crazy, rinsed a bowl of salt water with a bowl of salt water and rushed to the soles of his feet. Although he didn't know if this would be disinfected, Zhao Lingjun felt that doing something is better than doing nothing.

If you try to sprinkle salt water on the wounds, you will feel that life is worse than death.

When a bowl of salt water rushes to the wound, Zhao Lingjun only feels a trembling left foot and cramps.

"mlgbd, ah~~~" Zhao Lingjun was so painful that tears were almost coming out.

The pain of the cramps in the calf and the scorching burning on the wound were like a knife digging, which made Zhao Lingjun feel so painful that he wanted to kill all his head.

After finally recovering, Zhao Lingjun jumped into his bathroom in a panic.

Now Zhao Lingjun had only one idea in his mind, which was to throw the pair of trash cans that were still in the bathroom, emitting a stench and half of the extremely disgusting rain boots inside and throw them downstairs.

Zhao Lingjun felt that the pain he was suffering now was all caused by these rain boots. If he had not been these long rain boots, he would not have gone down to the bottom of the sewer. At that time, he would not have been soaked in disgusting things on the ladder. His feet would not have been tied to this way.

So the rain boots now have become the culprit in Zhao Lingjun's eyes.

"If I go to the hospital tomorrow, the doctor asks me what I got? What should I say." When Zhao Lingjun opened the window angrily and held the extremely disgusting rain boots and wanted to throw them down, such a thought suddenly flashed into Zhao Lingjun's mind.

Zhao Lingjun suddenly calmed down.

Zhao Lingjun suddenly wanted to see what it was, and tied his feet like this.

Is it a rusted iron nail? Or a sharp stone? Or a bone that some people have not gnawed clean? When Zhao Lingjun held his breath and slowly flipped his rain boots towards a plastic garbage bag, Zhao Lingjun thought with great grief, never a used syringe fragment or some terrifying bone.

"Ding~"

Then Zhao Lingjun heard a tingling sound.

Although I haven't seen anything, Zhao Lingjun could hear that the dinging sound was the sound of a piece of metal falling to the ground.

Since it is metal, it is definitely not a syringe fragment or something.
Chapter completed!