Madness ecstasy

"What kind of transmitter are you using? UHF? Isn't that supposed to only reach a few kilometers? Any further than that won't work. Shouldn't we get closer?"

Doudou's hands-on ability is not very good, but he still listens carefully in the model aircraft class--

Ai Xi waved his hand, signaling Doudou not to worry:

"Teacher Liu hid a reflector where the old radio station antenna was and added a repeater on the rooftop of the Children's Palace. Covering most of Mong Cai should be no problem."

Doudou recalled the teacher of the extracurricular class and his similar interests and hobbies to his own:

"Huh? Mr. Liu is still thinking about using the radio to find an alien girlfriend—I hope he finds one soon."

They chatted for a while; until the sound of security guards chasing people away was heard on the playground, Ruan Jingbo's parents still didn't come to pick him up.

This statue-like female classmate never spoke again:

So the two of them closed the doors and windows and carried their schoolbags - they didn't even know where Ruan Jingbo's home was; so they let her stay in school and put a piece of ham bread and a bottle of mineral water in the drawer.

While crossing the playground, Doudou also saw his math teacher; the middle-aged man's head was shining with the sunset light, making him too conspicuous.

The math teacher was carrying a woven bag, which was half filled with cans and mineral water bottles; he walked with a clanging sound.

Maybe the waste in the trash cans in the office and classroom has been sorted:

He walked with big strides, full of energy; much more energetic than in class, and he didn't know what he was going to do -

It is a pleasant time to go home from school for both teachers and students.

Ai Xi and Dou Dou's homes were not in the same direction; so after they walked out of the alley in front of the school gate, they separated.

-

Mong Cai city seems to be getting more and more crowded.

The opening of Shouzhu 151 Building was clearly interrupted and had to be rebuilt; however, there were a lot more cars on the streets, even causing traffic jams at intersections.

I don't know if it's because the summer in Jiaozhi Autonomous Prefecture is too hot--

Before the official arrival of autumn, Mong Cai City seems to have been accelerated: more and more people, more and more construction projects, more and more shops.

And more and more surprises.

Especially today, when Doudou was yawning violently because it was the first day of school and was getting ready to take the bus home to play games; this feeling was particularly strong.

Halfway through the journey, the bus was stuck in traffic.

The traffic condition in Mong Cai City was already bad, and today it was even more congested than an ant crawling; in the end, the driver got lazy and opened the door early to let the passengers get off the bus.

After walking through the long, snake-like traffic jam, I found out the reason for the traffic jam -

In the middle of the intersection, on the traffic island, there was a pool of blood, what looked like a corpse.

He or she is wrapped in white cloths—multiple sheets of white cloths.

The corpse was torn into pieces and scattered everywhere; it was scattered across the traffic police booth and zebra crossing, covering a span of dozens of meters.

The traffic police booth in the center was also covered with white cloth, but it had been soaked with blood and turned a dark red. Liquid dripped down the edge of the parasol like a curtain of water.

Doudou stood on tiptoe, looking over the shoulders and overhead, but couldn't find the vehicle that caused the accident.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen a car accident scene—Doudou was the type of person who would stop on the road and watch the scene carefully.

".Jumped off a building! Jumped to death! Of course there's no car!"

Doudou squeezed into the crowd, quietly listening to the discussions coming from somewhere. People who were getting off work, after school, or even just hanging out were all crowded together:

".I saw it with my own eyes; it suddenly fell there, boom, and then there was fuck everywhere."

"Wow, that's horrible—it's terrifying! The traffic is so bad, how long will it take for us to get through?"

The smell of blood mixed with the smell of tar, the heat waves rolled in, and it made people dizzy.

Doudou raised his head following the voice in the crowd - looking at his parents' faces, he looked at the surrounding shopping malls.

Suspicions soon arose:

This is the most central intersection in the entire Mong Cai City, surrounded by commercial areas; it is also the widest six-lane intersection.

The traffic police booth is right in the center, at least thirty meters away from every rooftop around it - and the commercial district of Mong Cai City is full of old, low-rise buildings, the tallest of which is only seven stories high.

Before Shouzhu 151 appeared, these buildings were already considered very tall in Mong Cai.

Doudou scratches his nose:

Could someone jumping from a building jump so far? Even with a full-scale run-up and a favorable wind, it seems unlikely they would land so far away—unless they could fly.

Doudou himself can jump farther: according to the triple jump method, he can probably jump several blocks away.

But if it were an ordinary person, even if they accelerated and jumped from the roof of the old shopping mall on the corner, they probably wouldn't be able to land here; unless they jumped from a helicopter.

Besides, seven floors... could a fall from the seventh floor cause such damage? The human body didn't seem so fragile. He had seen other people who had jumped to their deaths before, and their bodies were always intact, or at most broken in two.

But the body not far away seemed to have been hit by a shell, and was shattered everywhere; it was stuck on the asphalt road like mud.

【Did it fall from the sky? 】

After thinking about it for a while, Doudou began to feel his scalp itchy. He had been thinking too much today and he really couldn't think anymore.

Suddenly: there was a commotion among the crowd again, but it was not clear.

Just when Doudou was about to squeeze out and go home obediently--

“Up there!! Up there!!!”

Screams grew louder and louder all around, rising like a tide.

Boom! Bang, whoosh!

Then, something strange happened--

Another body fell:

It fell to the ground like a meteor and hit the middle of the road with a deafening sound; it was like someone fired a gun next to my ear.

The body exploded with the impact. Fresh blood splashed onto the white cloth, staining it all red.

The little half of the head bounced on the asphalt road like a stone skipping on the water; after a few bounces, it rolled to the side of Doudou's Feili shoes.

"what!!!!"

"Here we go again, here we go again!"

[Eh? Why is someone jumping again?]

The crowd dispersed like the tide amid screams, and Doudou squatted down and looked at the half head that was resting at his feet.

There wasn't much blood, so why were they so frightened? He stared at the half-bloody face:

[Eh? This isn't it]

Most of the onlookers retreated to the sidewalk, whispering, shouting, or looking for public phones; the drivers stuck in traffic honked their horns anxiously, not knowing what they were urging.

Doudou wanted to get a closer look, but the falling hadn't stopped. This time, it was continuous:

Ping pong ping pong!

There were more noises, but they were crisper and less harsh. The screams and cries of the people behind him as they dodged interrupted Doudou's thoughts:

More objects were falling from the sky, but they were not human bodies. They hit the ground and bounced up again, like rain.

They were empty, crushed mineral water bottles and cans—

A woven bag in red, blue, and white floated down in front of Doudou, covering half of his head.

Although only half of the face was left, the more Doudou thought about it, the more familiar it seemed.

Because I just saw before I left the school gate——

Why does it look like my math teacher? The math teacher whose lectures made me sleepy and whose effect was comparable to hypnosis?

And the woven bag seemed to be the one that the math teacher was holding in his hand when he walked out of the school gate.

Chapter 102 I Love Taro King, I Want to Be Friends with Him

Are you still worried about the noisy environment and lack of places to relax? Welcome to Mong Cai City—a perfect place to slow down and enjoy life!

Here you can find clean streets and welcoming neighbors; life is down-to-earth and prices are affordable.

No need to rush to buy groceries early; they're fresh and affordable year-round. Need your kids to go to school? Need medical care? Everything's right at your doorstep.

The two logistics networks of Asia-Europe Post allow you to buy, ship quickly and use products comfortably: your life will be stable and smooth.

Shouzhu 151 Commercial Building, the tallest building in Southeast Asia, bears witness to the rise of this city, showcasing not only the prosperity of commerce but also the warmth of daily life for its citizens.

Mong Cai City is a safe haven for you and me. Come here and let life become a beautiful dream!

-

In the fall of 1996, the promotional video began to be broadcast during prime time on Southeast Asian television stations.

-

I heard that if you see the dead body of an acquaintance on the street, you will either be unable to sleep all night or be haunted by nightmares.

But Doudou slept very well; and as usual, he didn't dream at all.

When I arrived at school the next day, my classmates were still the same as usual, and the principal at the school gate was also the same.

It was as if the incident of the math teacher jumping off the building in the middle of the intersection had never happened.

Doudou was very sure that the person who fell down was indeed the math teacher - and after him and a woven bag of waste, no other people or objects fell from the sky.

Last night, Doudou was glued to the TV, playing Phantasy Star IV on MD while adjusting the radio station and waiting for the news report about someone jumping off a building at an intersection. This prevented Doudou from doing his homework properly.

In the end, I didn’t finish my homework and didn’t get the news; even the morning’s Mong Cai Daily didn’t have any news about the strange jumping incident.

However, Ruan Jingbo still stayed in the classroom, with flies swarming around the ham bread in the drawer; and his classmates seemed to be used to it.

Today, he once again, guilt-ridden, grabbed the homework book from Ai Xi's desk and hurriedly copied down the answers. He wasn't even in the mood to talk about the math teacher, let alone Ruan Jingbo, who was still acting like a statue.

"Ah, you bought some taro king to eat today."

In addition to her homework book, Ai Xi was also holding a bag of hot breakfast in her hand - she came early again today.

Ai Xi circled around the motionless Ruan Jingbo twice, looked at him for a while, and then walked back.

She lifted the plastic bag, twisted it, and tied it in a knot. The steam condensed into beads of water on the inside of the bag:

"Brought it for you."

Doudou wrote furiously, then shook his head. Eating in the morning was a major waste of time, reducing the efficiency of copying homework.

"No, no, I don't want to eat breakfast."

Click!

The plastic shell of the ballpoint pen shattered in Doudou's hand; so he took out a new one from his pen bag and continued copying.

Ai Xi casually stuffed the broken ballpoint pen into the drawer, held the plastic bag in front of his face, and carefully examined the triangular purple head of the Taro King:

"I know. Are you free at noon? If you're fine, let's go somewhere after school. I found something interesting—I found it last night."

Doudou finally finished copying every answer and let out a long breath:

"Ah, aren't you going to eat lunch?"

Ai Xi stuffed the plastic bag of fried taro cakes into Doudou's drawer, raised her elbow and nudged him, her face full of mystery:

"Let's have this Taro King for lunch. Let me tell you, I don't know how to describe this brand of Taro King: it's definitely something you've never seen before."

She frowned and repeated:

"Absolutely not."

-

The time after school is always much more lively than the time before school; the emotions contained in the noise are also different.

On the playground, the ball hit the basketball hoop, someone grabbed a volleyball and tried to slam dunk, and there was the sound of bicycle bells ringing continuously.

The students chirped like a flock of birds in the midday heat; the air was filled with the smell of vegetables.

The utility room is in a corner deep in the corridor of the mezzanine floor of the teaching building, like a small cubicle: during the morning school hours, no one usually comes here, as it is in the opposite direction of the school gate.

Ai Xi was sneaking around the utility room before opening it. He peered around for a while, making sure no teacher or other students had noticed.

Bang! She opened the iron door.