Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Grandma jumped off the ceiling fan with her body straight, holding scissors in her hand, and stabbed Liao Qiu's head with a knife.

Looking at the black scissors, he stabbed head-on.

Liao Qiu's face turned pale, and when he closed his eyes, he heard a "bang!".

When Liao Qiu opened his eyes, he saw his grandmother, with her eyes closed, twisting and twisting the corner of the table with her hands.

It turned out that this stab, but because of the angle, happened to hit the corner of the mahogany bedside table behind his head.

Otherwise, if the knife is stabbed, I am afraid that my life will be lost.

However, Liao Qiusong had not yet breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw grandma suddenly grabbing the scissors with both hands and lifting them up violently.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Although the scissors every time, accompanied by a dull sound and sawdust flying on his face.

Liao Qiu stared at his grandmother helplessly, as if she had changed into a different person, with an angry expression on her face, and frantically pierced the scissors off.

Liao Qiu trembled when he saw this, and he didn't dare to look at his grandmother. He looked left and right, and when he saw the bottom of the bed on the side, his body squirmed, and he crawled out from under the bed bit by bit.

When I crawled out from under the bed.

Looking back, I saw that the corners of the bedside table had been pierced to pieces.

When I think about it, if there is no such bedside table...

Liao Qiu couldn't help feeling a chill all over his body, his hands clenched the steering wheel tightly, his teeth were clenched together, and all the muscles in his body became stiff.

"Relax!"

Zhao Ke saw that there was something wrong with Liao Qiu's condition. If it continues like this, he might not be able to hold on before the car reaches the place.

Calmly, with the camera hand, photographed the fear in Liao Qiu's body.

People can't get into a dead end, some things, in fact, may not be so terrible, just afraid to think about them.

The more you think about it, the more afraid you become. This is what old people often say about fear.

The sense of fear was taken away by Zhao Ke, Liao Qiu took a few deep breaths, and his expression gradually eased.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke turned on the radio.

"Don't think so much, listen to some music, relax, and talk about it later!"

Zhao Ke comforted Liao Qiu.

If it's just sleepwalking, I'm still sure.

Oh, although he is not a doctor, but sleepwalking is mainly because people are too nervous.

It's the same as dreaming.

People are asleep, but their brains are not asleep, and they are still thinking wildly, but sleepwalking is more serious.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of last time.

Zhao Ke specially tuned the radio channel a few more times, and found a more serious poetry recitation contest.

Poetry is still decent.

It’s nothing more than poems like raising one’s head to look at the bright moon and lowering one’s head to think about girls.

Seeing that the car was about to enter the city, Zhao Ke and Liao Qiu also relaxed.

At this moment, Liao Qiu turned around and said, "Thank you, I'm fine, there's water in the car!"

Zhao Ke was not thirsty right now, but his stomach was rumbling.

I couldn't eat anything well before.

After much difficulty, I made a meal of noodles, but Liao Qiu came to the door again.

The noodles are still in the stamp album.

But it's not easy to take it out by yourself.

I can only unscrew the cap of the bottle, drink a few sips of water and press it first. When I get to the place, I will find a chance to take it out and have a good meal.

However, I just took a sip of water.

[Next, just listen to the recitation of the best soul poet...]

Just listening to the radio, there was a somewhat hoarse shout, with a deep recitation like a call to a lover:

"An old thief in the grass, single-handedly carrying two hammers.

There is a ghost in the middle of the mountain opposite, with disheveled hair and grinning mouth. "

"Ok?"

Zhao Ke and Liao Qiu were taken aback. Is this also poetry?But the other side is still going on...

Swallowing the old thief in one gulp, there were only two hammers left in his mouth.

The old thief struggled for a few minutes, then rushed forward instead of retreating.

In and out several times, Mao Bing Mao will rescue in the future.

The old thief was a little annoyed at this time, knowing that he was not a macho.

Shouting that this matter is not over, before leaving, I don't forget to spit.

"puff!"

Zhao Ke didn't react when he heard half of it, and when he finished listening, he almost spit out the water in his mouth.

"Cough cough cough... Sure enough, he is a soul poet!"

Zhao Ke was so choked that he looked back at Liao Qiu and said, "Why does your radio always receive such strange things? Don't you have car music?"

Liao Qiu was also a little embarrassed, last time it was an accident, but this time it appeared again, as if he had specially subscribed to this channel.