[Daily note] After the small stone flies out

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He sat down on the roof, put down the tools in his hand, reached out and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the trouser pocket, opened it, pulled out a cigarette lazily, and took out a lighter from another trouser bag. He lit the smoke and slammed it.

Sucked a bite and got enough of a cigarette addiction - ah! Our city is getting better and better!

He crouched down to look at the distant head, lifted his hand on the ground, looked at the watch on his hand, and wondered when he could get off work.

'砰', I don’t want to, on the ground he just supported, there is a praise!

A scale tied with a broken rope! The worker has widened the eyes he has just watched, staring at the scale with fear, and the ash that has fallen from the fear of the smoke in his mouth has spread over the back of his hand.

After a few seconds of sluggishness, he quickly raised his head and looked at the sky. At this moment, he was like a chicken, and the cold sweat infiltrated his clothes.

He remembered the strange cry that had just been uploaded from the top of his head.

"Hey - come out!"

The worker suddenly felt that something was not good. He stood up reluctantly, even though he had already been numb. The inner fear drove him.

Just when he wanted to take the first step, "How old temple was ill again!" He felt tinnitus, but he was used to it, this is his old problem... Nowadays, he is leaving this ghost place. He ran up, he left, but he found that the sound of the ear has not weakened, but it has become stronger and stronger, and it has become more and more painful...

He seems to understand something. He tried his best to cover his ears and snorted! Then stumbled to the ground...

Second day: fax 丶 大 rhubarb