Chapter 1811: Old man

Ouyang Zicao tried his best to lower his breath, his entire face was wrinkled with chrysanthemums, and cold sweat and hot sweat mixed, wet his clothes.
The temperature gradually dropped, and he began to tremble uncontrollably. The cold wind burst through his head, and Ouyang Zicao's nerves, which had been loosened a little, tightened again at this time.
It’s already early summer and it’s not too hot, but obviously such cold wind shouldn’t be there.
Ouyang Zicao vaguely felt that there was another person in the plant, but he was not absolutely sure whether it was the thing behind him before, but judging from the current situation, the possibility was not small.
"Da da……"
Ouyang Zicao was shocked. The footsteps he heard were not very heavy, but in this silent night, I could hear the sound even if I dropped a needle, let alone the footsteps.
Wiping off the cold sweat on his forehead, Ouyang Zicao wanted a probe to see if it was the thing that was behind him before, but he did not have the courage, and always felt that the thing behind him was not a good thing. If it is found, it is likely to kill him.
He also didn't know why his thoughts changed so quickly, perhaps because of fear, or some other reason.
Now Ouyang Zicao doesn't know anything about him. He is so nervous that he swallows hard, and he doesn't know how to be good for a while.
The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and Ouyang Zicao, who had a fluke mentality, endured not to rush out.
But the footsteps are still approaching, and I pray that the headless thing must not find myself. Ouyang Zicao's eyes were red.
If it was really found, he didn't know what would happen next.
But his prayer didn't seem to have any effect. The owner of the footsteps seemed to be sure that Ouyang Zicao was inside, and he walked step by step toward his position without stopping.
The voice seemed to be that the king of the king was urging her to make Ouyang Zicao's fear and anxiety.
"clatter……"
The footsteps stopped, but Ouyang Zicao became more nervous. Because he can judge with certainty that the owner of the footsteps is now behind him, just behind the cardboard box covering his figure.
Although the two-meter-high cardboard box provided him with a hiding place, it also blocked Ouyang Zicao's line of sight, so this time Ouyang Zicao did not know who the other party was or what he was doing.
Carefully moved his position, Ouyang Zicao did not make a sound. He adjusted his body to the posture at which he ran away, and then he was ready to rush out.
"Boy, why are you still here so late?"
As this old voice appeared behind Ouyang Zicao, the beam of a flashlight also shone down.
Ouyang Zi was shocked in his heart, and then turned his head, and the light of the flashlight could not open his eyes. But he was still able to vaguely see a figure standing at this time on the two-meter-high cardboard box.
Ouyang Zicao can be sure that what he just heard was indeed a human voice, so he did not run away immediately, but he remained extremely vigilant.
He covered his eyes with his hands, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Who are you?" His voice was almost a little bit, apparently because he was scared before.
The old figure did not answer his words, but continued to repeat his question: "Boy, why are you still here so late?"
Ouyang Zicao slowly stood up and took a few steps back. At this time, the old man realized that his flashlight was shaking to Ouyang Zicao's eyes, so he dimmed the flashlight a little. Ouyang Zicao's eyes gradually adapted to such light.
"Old man, I am not a bad person, I just encountered something, so I hide here."
When speaking, Ouyang Zicao also saw the old man's appearance clearly.
The silver hair and wrinkles on the face revealed that the old man was at least sixty years old, wearing a white camouflage that had been washed a little bit white. As for some details, Ouyang Zicao did not see clearly because of the light.
The old man coughed first before asking: "What happened to you? Do you want me to call the police?"
"Good...no need..."
Ouyang Zicao originally wanted to call the police, but when he thought about it, he gave up his idea. In his current situation, if the police are really reported, all the previous cases will surely be turned out, and it will be inevitable to be shot.
Besides, even if you call the police, you may not escape the death trial. The longer you stay here, Ouyang Zicao feels that she is in danger. Maybe something will happen.
After thinking for a while, he said to the old man, "Uncle, can you lend me your mobile phone? I want to make a call."
There was no signal on his cell phone, so he hit his attention on the old man. In his view, the reason why his mobile phone will have no signal is only because he has accepted the death trial, which is a means of death judge.
But if it's someone else's, it may not be.
"Hey, that's really embarrassing." As the old man said, he slowly climbed down the ladder behind the carton. Ouyang Zicao only noticed at this time that there was a ladder on the side of the carton.
This is also a normal thing. Otherwise, this old man is a lot of age, and it is obviously impossible to climb such a high carton.
After coming down, the old man continued to say: "I came here to patrol tonight. I was afraid that someone would steal the remaining cardboard boxes and go out in a hurry, so I forgot to bring my mobile phone."
"It turned out to be..." Ouyang Zicao's face was somewhat disguised with disappointment. He had originally hoped that he could borrow a mobile phone.
The old man walked in front of Ouyang Zicao and looked at the embarrassed Ouyang Zicao. He couldn't help but ask: "Boy, what the is wrong with you, look at you like this... I'm afraid I don't owe money to others?"
Without thinking, Ouyang Zicao nodded and admitted. He would not at this time make it clear why he is what he is.
He didn't know whether the old man knew the death trial. Besides, if he really went to the bottom to find out, he couldn't explain it clearly, so he just admitted it. ..
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