I felt a film covering my entire body, and that was when it started. By then I was able to calmly experience the tingling sensation on my skin, which started on my face and neck, and then spread to my entire body.
I can't see the scene at that moment.
For a while I thought that in the process of teleporting, we might be able to see the wind passing by, or the scenery around us, so we both tried to open our eyes to observe. But that moment was so fast, the only thing we knew was that we knew nothing.
What hit me was a smell.
Smelly.
And there is darkness.
I couldn't help coughing.
Looking down at my feet, there was a thin layer of lime on the ground, and I noticed that someone seemed to have scratched a few words on it with a stick.
"You will cough."
These words should be left by Feng I, who guessed that I would cough when I was teleported here. Sometimes, we leave notes or messages on the ground to describe some situations or give instructions to the person who moved over.
The dim warehouse is filled with boxes stuffed with flags of all nations, assembled tents, props for throwing sandbags into baskets, and so on.
I walked around the objects and walked around the warehouse. I seemed to hold my breath unconsciously, and it felt like I was swimming underwater. A faint light came in from the small skylight. Although it was faint, I could rely on this little light to move around.
The warehouse was fairly spacious, but I could quickly determine that there was no one in such a large space.
I walked to the door and gently pulled sideways, but the latch was still stuck and would not open.
I put my eyes to the crack of the door and tried to observe the situation outside. Although the crack was very thin, it was enough to see the general situation.
I saw a figure that looked like Mike.
With a bang, Mike screamed. After the scream, they all stood up a little bit late.
"Dirty cotton ball, when did you..." "Where did you run away from?" "You must be kidding!"
It seemed to be going well, and I pinched my nose and smiled.
"To be honest, it was actually a human experiment involving a third person besides Feng Wo and me," I said.
Don't forget, I said these words to David in a restaurant.
"Human experiment?" His eyes sparkled. Was he starting to get interested?
"When we switch positions, the things in our hands move with us. So what if someone's hand we're holding? What if someone's in our arms? What would happen? That's what we wanted to verify. So we tried it, using dirty cotton balls trapped in a sporting goods warehouse."
"So, your brother is in the warehouse ahead of time?"
"He laid an ambush in advance, and then we pushed the dirty cotton ball in. When the time was right, I grabbed the dirty cotton ball's hand."
"Dirty Cotton Ball was scared. When I showed up in the warehouse, he was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground." After Mike and the others left, of course they went to chase Dirty Cotton Ball who had run far away. Taking advantage of that opportunity, I pulled out the bolt of the warehouse door and took me out.
When I was waiting alone in the warehouse, I felt a strong urge to pee. I tried my best to hold it in, and when I came out, I immediately solved it in the corner of the playground.
"Then I grabbed his hand and he got even creepier."
"Did the dirty cotton ball also teleport with you?"
"He was really confused. I guess his mind is still a mess now."
"What was that noise of the cannon going off?"
"There were several on the floor of the warehouse. Maybe they were not used up during the school activities. I took one out and gave it to Dirty Cotton Ball. I told him: 'Guowei and the others thought you were in there. Use this to scare them.'"
"Damn cotton ball actually did it?"
"Maybe he was still blindfolded at the time."
He was supposed to be in the warehouse, but Feng I grabbed his wrist and in the blink of an eye he was behind the camphor tree. It was normal to be unable to accept reality at this time.
"This way, we have figured it out and we can teleport people together." I said and walked towards the school gate.
"What if it's a car or something?" Feng followed me.
"car?"
"At that time, if we touch the car, will the car also be transported? Logically speaking, it should be the same thing, right?"
What we already knew at that time was that things connected by chains and things that could not be moved, such as buildings, could not be teleported.
After a moment's thought, I answered bluntly, "Probably not." A car is difficult to move by one person alone, but if it is a person, such as a dirty cotton ball, it can be picked up and transported.
"Yeah, that's right." Feng I agreed. In fact, a year later we also experimented whether we could teleport a car. If a car could really teleport, it would be a big deal and might even cause an accident, so we were very careful. In the end, we were the only ones teleported. In addition, we also figured out that people who are a certain distance away from us will not be still. We haven't experimented yet whether the pilot would be frozen if it happened while on an airplane. I don't think so.
We left the warehouse and walked out of the school gate and encountered dirty cotton balls.
He looked panicked and ran over to ask, "What was that..."
"Shocked?"
"Of course." His face was swollen, probably because he was caught up and beaten by Mike and others.
"Guowei and the others are afraid of being exposed, so they never hit each other in the face." Feng said, pointing at the dirty cotton ball, "It seems that they are scared to death."
The person they had locked in the warehouse and played with suddenly appeared behind them and set off a firecracker. Needless to say, they were shocked, and the humiliation of being played with should be even stronger. The dirty cotton ball that they always looked down on made an unexpected move and teased them, which made them so angry that they didn't care about the seriousness of the matter.
Feeling a little guilty, I said, "I'm sorry." I didn't lie and said I did this to save him. I thought, this was for human experimentation, or to get back at Mike for laughing at my swollen eyes, not for you, dirty cotton ball.
"Hey, you're not going to complain about us, are you? It's your choice whether to use the firecracker or not. If you get beaten because of that, it's your own fault, right?" Feng I said these nonsense words seriously. I also wanted to tell him: Your face injury is also your fault.
"How did you just..."
"It was an escape trick. I dragged you outside so fast that you didn't even have time to react."
"Then how do we get out of the warehouse..."
"Quickly get in and out of that warehouse over there."
"What did you say?"
"'Quickly get in and out of the warehouse over there', a tongue twister, I made it up on the spot." Feng I said something irrelevant. He probably wanted to fool the dirty cotton ball and didn't intend to explain that.
We walked shoulder to shoulder with the dirty cotton ball, swaying on the way home. The sky at the end of the street was red, and the clouds seemed to bleed slightly. Maybe the cloud was also bullied, or maybe it was because of its father. Whenever I see the sunset, I have this feeling vaguely. Sometimes I feel that it is the red tears shed by the sky for us. When it rains, I don’t think it is tears. The red sky stimulates my heart for some reason.
"Is your home this way?" Feng asked, and the dirty cotton ball nodded.
"About what direction?"
The dirty cotton ball pointed to the front right.
"You are such a quiet fellow. That's why you are bullied."
We walked down a path, then slowly moved forward in a single file, neither tired nor happy. Why did we have to keep going? There was nothing good about going home anyway. If someone complained like this at this point, I wouldn't be surprised at all.
Just then, I heard a burst of music.
The vacant land next to it was originally a private hospital. It is overgrown with weeds, probably because there is no subsequent development plan. It is surrounded by fences, but they are just for decoration. You can still go in if you want.
I wanted to go in at that time. A group of adults in casual clothes, now thinking about it, might be college students, anyway, there were seven or eight adults in casual clothes and behavior, dancing to the music inside the fence.
I had never seen anything like it before or since, so to me it was just a dusk dream that the three of us happened to encounter, an illusory scene created by our escape from reality.
The volume of the young people's music was quite loud, probably because they were using portable speakers.
The music was probably funk or reggae, and the young people were swaying and dancing to it, with lazy and happy looks on their faces.
Under normal circumstances we would have walked right past, but at that time I half-jokingly jumped up along with the wind, which was considered a start.
I saw him swaying his body crookedly and taking firm steps. I also danced with him.
"Hey, dirty cotton ball, you jump too."
I shouted at Feng. Of course, the other party did not jump, nor did he show any sign of leaving in disgust. He just stood aside and watched Feng and I continue a strange dance.
The young people in the open space noticed us, and were surprised and happy, and waved us over. We just continued to dance where we were, and had no intention of leaving.
Under the sunset, the music was soothing, bright and pleasant, like a pair of hands gently soothing the hearts of the three of us.
"How was the computer yesterday?" I asked. The dream time was over and we continued on our way.
He glanced at me, not sure if he was angry or annoyed. "It works."
"That's good."
"Was that caused by Mike hitting you?" Dirty Cotton Ball asked Feng Wo, but didn't look at his face.
"Which one? Oh, this one. You're so smart to tell." Feng pointed at his own eyes, and Dirty Cotton Ball didn't look over there. "How could it be that Guangwei hit me? If I was hit by him, I wouldn't let him go easily."
Dirty Cotton Ball didn't respond immediately. All that could be heard was the intermittent sound of three pairs of sneakers stepping on the ground.
"So you let yourself be beaten by someone who would have let you go easily if he beat you?"
"Can you please stop talking so roundaboutly?" Feng Wo smiled bitterly.
"Even if he hit me, I could only let him go easily." I thought about this sentence again and again, and I felt that it was true. That man, our father, we always let him go easily.
After walking on the path for a while, Dirty Cotton Ball said, "Well, I'm going home first."
"Won't your dad be scared if you go back with your face like that?"
Dirty Cotton Ball seemed to realize the scar and touched his cheek. It must still hurt, but he didn't seem to care. "It's okay, my dad probably won't notice my face."
Oh, I thought. "Oh, I said to myself."
Is it the same in every family?
"You can use computers to become a hacker or something." Feng I suddenly said this, although he knew nothing about hackers. "It should be quite profitable, right?"
Dirty Cotton Ball looked at Feng Wo, looking down on him. "I want to study sound, sound."
"sound?"
"Haven't you heard of it? Sounds of a certain frequency can shatter a cup."
Feng and I looked at each other and shrugged.
"Sound is actually very powerful. Even if it's a computer, you can definitely destroy it with sound."
"What did you say?"
"Playing a certain frequency of sound nearby should make the hard drive stop functioning properly, and if you continue to play it, it will damage the computer."
"What's the point of studying that?"
"It will certainly work."
"Magic? The sound of a broken glass?"
"It's not magic, it's about sound waves, hertz and resonance."
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