Drowning
I haven’t attended class for a long time, and I don’t have the heart to read it after I come back.
Spent all day in class, thinking about the supernatural and how to spend money.
After returning to the dormitory, he operated the computer again to guide the development of low-dimensional people.
Occasionally, Qin Ya took her out for dinner, and half a month passed like this. All the way to the final exam, his grades dropped by 30% compared to before.
"The money has arrived, 25 million after tax."
Mo Poor rubbed his face, counting the money left before, he has more than 31 million.
He bought a suite first, which was not very good, and it was only more than two million.
Afterwards, another 20 million was transferred to Zhang He. His family's foundation could help him manage his finances and earn a steady profit of 1.5 million a year.
Bringing the remaining 8 million, Mo Poor prepared to return to his hometown.
His hometown is in a small town in Mount Tai, not a poor area, but his father has bad legs and feet, and he has nothing else to do except farming.
Going back this time, he plans to take his father to see his legs first, and then take his family to Dengzhou. If the family is unwilling to move to Dengzhou, he has no choice but to buy some land in his hometown and set up some property for his family.
"Hello, please get in the car." Mo Poor chartered a car like last time, the driver opened the door with a smile and asked him to get in the car.
Mo Poor thanked him and sat in the back seat while the driver drove him to his hometown.
However, Mo Poor suddenly discovered a detail on the road. The driver didn't listen to music or radio stations, and the car was quite quiet.
This made him, a little awkward.
You must know that on the way back to Dengzhou, the old driver listened to the songs along the way, and even had a playlist made by himself, which was played repeatedly.
This allows Mo Poor to play games with ease in the back seat, whisper something, what to play, the driver sitting in front cannot know.
But it’s so quiet now, let alone turn on the computer, click the keyboard, and click the mouse.
Even if the sound of breathing is heavier, it will echo very clearly in the carriage.
"He's bored." Mo Poor looked at the driver.
I saw the driver driving in a serious manner in the dull carriage, facing the boring little long-distance journey, he didn't feel boring at all.
This person has no problems with his driving skills, but it just gives Mo Poor the feeling that he is not a veteran driver.
At least, he definitely rarely drives boring long distances for more than a few hours.
After thinking for a while, Mo Poor didn't turn on the computer, but sat in the back seat and watched the scenery.
Now it was even more dull. There were two stuffy oil bottles in the carriage, neither of them spoke, and each could hear the other's breathing.
An hour later, Mo Poor couldn't help but say first, "Brother, play a song and listen to it."
"Okay, what do you want to hear?" The driver replied immediately.
"Just put the one you listen to most often." Mo Poor said.
The driver then inserted a CD and played it in order.
Mo Poor curled his lips. Although this person was dull, he couldn't tell what was wrong. But he won't play the game anymore, he leans back and closes his eyes to rest.
At this time, the car passed a lake and drove on a bridge.
There is a truck coming head-on, and the truck runs crookedly, occupying the left lane for a while, and occupying the right lane for a while.
"Hey Hey hey!"
The driver was shocked, honked his horn, and swung the steering wheel to avoid it, but the car was still hit by the truck on the side, and the driver turned to the right, and the whole car rushed out of the railing on the bridge and went straight into the lake.
"Ah!" Mo Poor and the driver yelled at the same time.
Then a dull sound was heard, the car rushed into the water, and the lake kept pouring in. Mo Poor would not stay in a closed space, so he sat in the back with the window slightly opened, which was now the main channel for the lake water to pour into.
"Open the door! Open the door quickly!" Mo Poor tried to open the door, but found that the door was locked.
"I'm driving! It's stuck!" the driver yelled.
Mo Poor simply smashed the window, but the window was too hard to open with bare hands.
The lake was filled with more and more water, and most of the body was submerged in the water, especially the rear seat. Because it entered the water first, the body stood up and sank.
He is not afraid of being submerged in water, and he cannot drown to death.
Soaking in the water at this moment, he can still calmly control his abilities.
"Do you have a hammer!" Mo Poor asked, rushing forward to help the driver unbuckle his seat belt.
The driver immediately rummaged through the tool box under the seat and took out a wrench and a jack.
The two of them smashed the glass together, and before the glass was completely broken, the lake water completely poured in and filled the carriage.
Thoroughly submerged in water, Mo Poor could not breathe, but the driver felt uncomfortable. He waved the wrench vigorously there, and the harder he tried, the more oxygen he consumed.
After Mo Poor smashed open the rear window, the driver had already rolled his eyes and choked on water.
Mo Poor hurriedly dragged him to climb out, but drowning people would grab at random. Mo Poor struggled with him for a long time before finally dragging him out of the car.
It was not until the driver was about to go into shock that Mo Poor pulled him out of the water, pushed him to the shore, and rushed to rescue him.
The truck driver on the bridge didn't run away, but asked how they were doing loudly, and ran towards them. Mo Poor looked at him as if he was driving drunk.
"You **** want to die!" After a few minutes, the driver was fine, stood up and dragged the drunk driving man and cursed.
The man hastily apologized. In Mo Poor's eyes, this seemed to be an accident caused by drunk driving.
"My fault, my fault, as long as people are fine, just wipe it off." The drunk driver was also panicked, and when he came down, he brought a towel and hurriedly handed it to the two of them.
The driver thanked Mo Poong while wiping his hair.
About another twenty minutes later, the police and ambulance arrived at the scene.
Behind the police car, Mo Poor cooperated with the police to describe the situation at the time. After telling the truth, the police took the towel that Mo Poor had wiped his hair, and then sent a car to take him home.
This place is not far from his home.
…
"Mr. Mo, I'm sorry for this accident. We will refund you the commission and give you a free trip of 3,000 kilometers. I hope you can understand..." The agency person called to apologize.
Mo Poor replied a few words and hung up the phone, already aware that something was wrong.
After returning from the boat, he has been waiting for people from the Lanbai Club to find him.
But half a month has passed, and there is no sign at all.
What happened just now seems to be no problem, just an accident.
But when he was submerged in the water for a full five minutes and he didn't have to breathe at all, he suddenly realized a possibility.
The crash was engineered to put him in danger of drowning.
"If this is not an accident, then they already know the ability they will gain after touching the wood carving. Was this just testing me?"
"The driver was in shock just now. I drowned at the same time as him, but I still had the strength to pull him up. Obviously, I have shown extraordinary diving ability."
"Once they contact me, it means that I have confirmed my ability. I can no longer say that I don't know what ability I have, because even if I didn't know it before, I would definitely 'discover' myself when I was submerged in the water for five minutes just now. Ability."
"If I still pretend to be stupid, it will be a lie that will be exposed."
Mo Poor curled his lips, thinking to himself that he really came to the door.
Thinking carefully about the details just now, I thought to myself that from the driver sent by the agency to the drunk driver of the truck, they must all belong to them.
"The driver will definitely report what happened in the lake in detail when he goes back, but I didn't shoot indiscriminately. They suspected drowning at most. Didn't point it out on the spot, is it because they still can't be sure?"
"Then let me make sure for you."
Mo Poor couldn't hide the fact that he wouldn't drown, especially now that he was being targeted.
It would be better to simply show it to the people in the dark and let them get in touch with themselves as soon as possible.
"Maybe I will become a peripheral member? This way, I will be safer with a layer of non-drowning ability on the surface."
Drowning
I haven’t attended class for a long time, and I don’t have the heart to read it after I come back.
Spent all day in class, thinking about the supernatural and how to spend money.
After returning to the dormitory, he operated the computer again to guide the development of low-dimensional people.
Occasionally, Qin Ya took her out for dinner, and half a month passed like this. All the way to the final exam, his grades dropped by 30% compared to before.
"The money has arrived, 25 million after tax."
Mo Poor rubbed his face, counting the money left before, he has more than 31 million.
He bought a suite first, which was not very good, and it was only more than two million.
Afterwards, another 20 million was transferred to Zhang He. His family's foundation could help him manage his finances and earn a steady profit of 1.5 million a year.
Bringing the remaining 8 million, Mo Poor prepared to return to his hometown.
His hometown is in a small town in Mount Tai, not a poor area, but his father has bad legs and feet, and he has nothing else to do except farming.
Going back this time, he plans to take his father to see his legs first, and then take his family to Dengzhou. If the family is unwilling to move to Dengzhou, he has no choice but to buy some land in his hometown and set up some property for his family.
"Hello, please get in the car." Mo Poor chartered a car like last time, the driver opened the door with a smile and asked him to get in the car.
Mo Poor thanked him and sat in the back seat while the driver drove him to his hometown.
However, Mo Poor suddenly discovered a detail on the road. The driver didn't listen to music or radio stations, and the car was quite quiet.
This made him, a little awkward.
You must know that on the way back to Dengzhou, the old driver listened to the songs along the way, and even had a playlist made by himself, which was played repeatedly.
This allows Mo Poor to play games with ease in the back seat, whisper something, what to play, the driver sitting in front cannot know.
But it’s so quiet now, let alone turn on the computer, click the keyboard, and click the mouse.
Even if the sound of breathing is heavier, it will echo very clearly in the carriage.
"He's bored." Mo Poor looked at the driver.
I saw the driver driving in a serious manner in the dull carriage, facing the boring little long-distance journey, he didn't feel boring at all.
This person has no problems with his driving skills, but it just gives Mo Poor the feeling that he is not a veteran driver.
At least, he definitely rarely drives boring long distances for more than a few hours.
After thinking for a while, Mo Poor didn't turn on the computer, but sat in the back seat and watched the scenery.
Now it was even more dull. There were two stuffy oil bottles in the carriage, neither of them spoke, and each could hear the other's breathing.
An hour later, Mo Poor couldn't help but say first, "Brother, play a song and listen to it."
"Okay, what do you want to hear?" The driver replied immediately.
"Just put the one you listen to most often." Mo Poor said.
The driver then inserted a CD and played it in order.
Mo Poor curled his lips. Although this person was dull, he couldn't tell what was wrong. But he won't play the game anymore, he leans back and closes his eyes to rest.
At this time, the car passed a lake and drove on a bridge.
There is a truck coming head-on, and the truck runs crookedly, occupying the left lane for a while, and occupying the right lane for a while.
"Hey Hey hey!"
The driver was shocked, honked his horn, and swung the steering wheel to avoid it, but the car was still hit by the truck on the side, and the driver turned to the right, and the whole car rushed out of the railing on the bridge and went straight into the lake.
"Ah!" Mo Poor and the driver yelled at the same time.
Then a dull sound was heard, the car rushed into the water, and the lake kept pouring in. Mo Poor would not stay in a closed space, so he sat in the back with the window slightly opened, which was now the main channel for the lake water to pour into.
"Open the door! Open the door quickly!" Mo Poor tried to open the door, but found that the door was locked.
"I'm driving! It's stuck!" the driver yelled.
Mo Poor simply smashed the window, but the window was too hard to open with bare hands.
The lake was filled with more and more water, and most of the body was submerged in the water, especially the rear seat. Because it entered the water first, the body stood up and sank.
He is not afraid of being submerged in water, and he cannot drown to death.
Soaking in the water at this moment, he can still calmly control his abilities.
"Do you have a hammer!" Mo Poor asked, rushing forward to help the driver unbuckle his seat belt.
The driver immediately rummaged through the tool box under the seat and took out a wrench and a jack.
The two of them smashed the glass together, and before the glass was completely broken, the lake water completely poured in and filled the carriage.
Thoroughly submerged in water, Mo Poor could not breathe, but the driver felt uncomfortable. He waved the wrench vigorously there, and the harder he tried, the more oxygen he consumed.
After Mo Poor smashed open the rear window, the driver had already rolled his eyes and choked on water.
Mo Poor hurriedly dragged him to climb out, but drowning people would grab at random. Mo Poor struggled with him for a long time before finally dragging him out of the car.
It was not until the driver was about to go into shock that Mo Poor pulled him out of the water, pushed him to the shore, and rushed to rescue him.
The truck driver on the bridge didn't run away, but asked how they were doing loudly, and ran towards them. Mo Poor looked at him as if he was driving drunk.
"You **** want to die!" After a few minutes, the driver was fine, stood up and dragged the drunk driving man and cursed.
The man hastily apologized. In Mo Poor's eyes, this seemed to be an accident caused by drunk driving.
"My fault, my fault, as long as people are fine, just wipe it off." The drunk driver was also panicked, and when he came down, he brought a towel and hurriedly handed it to the two of them.
The driver thanked Mo Poong while wiping his hair.
About another twenty minutes later, the police and ambulance arrived at the scene.
Behind the police car, Mo Poor cooperated with the police to describe the situation at the time. After telling the truth, the police took the towel that Mo Poor had wiped his hair, and then sent a car to take him home.
This place is not far from his home.
…
"Mr. Mo, I'm sorry for this accident. We will refund you the commission and give you a free trip of 3,000 kilometers. I hope you can understand..." The agency person called to apologize.
Mo Poor replied a few words and hung up the phone, already aware that something was wrong.
After returning from the boat, he has been waiting for people from the Lanbai Club to find him.
But half a month has passed, and there is no sign at all.
What happened just now seems to be no problem, just an accident.
But when he was submerged in the water for a full five minutes and he didn't have to breathe at all, he suddenly realized a possibility.
The crash was engineered to put him in danger of drowning.
"If this is not an accident, then they already know the ability they will gain after touching the wood carving. Was this just testing me?"
"The driver was in shock just now. I drowned at the same time as him, but I still had the strength to pull him up. Obviously, I have shown extraordinary diving ability."
"Once they contact me, it means that I have confirmed my ability. I can no longer say that I don't know what ability I have, because even if I didn't know it before, I would definitely 'discover' myself when I was submerged in the water for five minutes just now. Ability."
"If I still pretend to be stupid, it will be a lie that will be exposed."
Mo Poor curled his lips, thinking to himself that he really came to the door.
Thinking carefully about the details just now, I thought to myself that from the driver sent by the agency to the drunk driver of the truck, they must all belong to them.
"The driver will definitely report what happened in the lake in detail when he goes back, but I didn't shoot indiscriminately. They suspected drowning at most. Didn't point it out on the spot, is it because they still can't be sure?"
"Then let me make sure for you."
Mo Poor couldn't hide the fact that he wouldn't drown, especially now that he was being targeted.
It would be better to simply show it to the people in the dark and let them get in touch with themselves as soon as possible.
"Maybe I will become a peripheral member? This way, I will be safer with a layer of non-drowning ability on the surface."
