Doomsday housewives: the head of the family does not bow down

Chapter 49
Mu Cang interrupted him, "We are injured, we will definitely hide, but as for where to hide, I'm sorry, I can't answer."

Zheng Junyong was taken aback for a moment, and said awkwardly: "Also... also."

Because of Mu Cang's frankness and obvious precautions, he felt an unconcealable bitterness in his heart.

In this world now, people's hearts are more than just across the belly.

He touched the back of his neck, where the needle hole was still aching.

"Let's go."

Mu Cang held his son in one hand and the fire ax in the other.

Si Mian supported Zheng Junyong and opened the way ahead.

Xiao Zai patted the back of the little robot's head, and when passing by the next room, he looked at the camper next to Fatty Biao's body and asked his mother, "Do you want the car?"

Mu Cang thought about it silently, and felt that it was not easy to carry, and he would not need it for the time being, so he simply said, "I don't want it."

Xiao Zai nodded, and replied softly: "Oh."

The four of them went down the corridor, and the surroundings were as quiet as in the morning.

The staircase leading to the first floor is a separate place, at the end on the west side of the first floor.

Zheng Junyong saw Mu Cang unlock the door familiarly, turned left and right, walked straight into the back kitchen, and asked again: "Miss Mu Cang worked in the hospital before?"

The canteen on the first floor is only for internal use of the hospital staff and has never been opened to the public.

Mu Cang nodded and asked, "In which year did you join the job?"

Zheng Junyong replied: "After Qingming last year."

Mu Cang half-truthfully said: "Oh, no wonder I haven't seen you. When I was a student, I came to the hospital for a work-study program and did odd jobs."

Zheng Junyong suddenly realized, but he didn't have any doubts.

Mu Cang saw that the oil fume pipe purification equipment next to the operating table had been dismantled in sevens and eighties, and only a [-]-centimeter pipe entrance was exposed.

She looked at the entrance, then at Zheng Junyong's thin figure, and remembered that Dr. Lin also had a petite frame, and asked, "How did Fat Biao get down?"

I'm afraid that if you split Fatty Biao in half, even that plump body may not be able to get in.

"This kind of factory-standard oil fume pipe is already of very thick specifications." Zheng Junyong smiled awkwardly, "But Brother Biao's figure really can't fit in. Only Dr. Lin and I slipped down the pipe."

As he spoke, he pointed to the greasy leather cover rolled into two lumps on the ground, "This is what we put on and slipped off."

Mu Cang asked, "What is that? A body bag?"

Zheng Junyong was startled, and shook his head quickly, "No, it's just a packaging bag for large medical equipment, which is very strong. But if you climb up, you won't be able to use it. Otherwise, your hands and feet will be tied up, so you can't use your strength." .”

He looked eagerly at Si Mian, thinking that Junior Si Mian must have a way for him to crawl back.

Si Mian scanned around the kitchen and found a very long cooking spatula, which was heavy and strong.

He cut off the head of the shovel with a dagger, leaving only a seventy-centimeter-long wooden handle with a diameter of about four centimeters.

Then draw the size of the air vent, and then cut and reduce it against the wooden handle, and finally adjust it to a satisfactory length, then pick up a few stainless steel chopsticks from the ground, wrap them around the wooden handle with hemp rope, and reinforce them.

Mu Cang was confused, and saw Si Mian pick out a cap the size of a bottle cap from the end of the flashlight, and he used the cap to press it on the range hood duct—bang!With a muffled sound, a hole the size of a screw broke through the metal-skinned pipe.

Mu Cang was stunned, "What kind of magical weapon are you?"

Si Mian smiled, "It's just a portable air nail gun. Fortunately, the metal skin of this pipe is very thin. If it is a little thicker, this thing will explode."

He motioned Zheng Junyong to get closer, and took off two locks from his waist, and showed it to Zheng Junyong, "First make a hole, then hang the locks, and insert the wooden handles from both sides of the locks. In this way, an easy climbing The ladder is finished. But I have limited parts, only four locks. So, you need to make one step, climb one step, and remove one step.”

Zheng Junyong nodded. Although this method is cumbersome and time-consuming, it is not difficult. As long as he is careful and patient enough, and does not require high physical strength, he can complete it.

Seeing his confident look, Mucang shook his head disapprovingly.This was an eighth floor, nearly 30 meters high. He was still dazed. Don't suffocate in there.

Si Mian handed the air nail gun the size of a bottle cap to Zheng Junyong, "Try it."

Zheng Junyong took a deep breath, pressed the air nail gun against the wall of the pipe, and pressed hard—bang!He was so shocked that he groaned, and the small air nail gun in his hand was dropped immediately.

He didn't expect the force to be so strong, and his whole palm was numb.

Mu Cang clicked his tongue, "Can you do it?"

Zheng Junyong picked up the air nail gun on the ground, hurriedly concealed his physical discomfort, and said repeatedly: "I can do it! I can do it! I can do it for sure!"

After the hard work just now, his face is flushed now, and his body is getting low fever again.

Mucang stuck his head into the oil fume pipe and looked up. He felt that the road ahead was pitch black, with no top to see, and an unpleasant smell.

She covered her nose, fanned it with her hand, and asked, "Why don't you cover your mouth and nose?"

Zheng Junyong was rubbing his red and numb palms and refused without raising his head: "No, no, this smells much better than the fourth floor..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at Mu Cang and Simian with embarrassment, seeing that these two smart people had already raised their eyebrows vigilantly, he patted his mouth angrily, feeling very depressed.

Zheng Junyong: "I don't ask where you choose to hide in the future. But there are two places in this hospital, you must not go there!"

Seeing the useless expressions on Mu Cang and Simian's faces, he hurriedly added: "I swear on my life, I am definitely not bluffing anyone. The third and fourth floors are the dangerous area and restricted area of ​​the hospital respectively! So no matter what, you can go into the underground sewer." Even if you want to escape, you must never go to the third or fourth floor. Do you understand?"

"Remember it!" Zheng Junyong was afraid that Mu Cang and Simian would drag him into questioning again, so he quickly grabbed the air nail gun, bowed solemnly to them, thanked them, and quickly got into the range hood duct.

He punched the hole this time, and it went smoothly.

After hearing only a few crisp sounds, he climbed up the simple horizontal ladder one step at a time.

"Wait!" Mu Cang suddenly stopped Dr. Zheng, and asked, "You haven't told me how Fatty Biao got down?"

Zheng Junyong gritted his teeth in the pipe, his legs trembled, and he replied with a trembling voice: "Climb~~~Climb the wall~~~"

This hospital imitated the European architectural design of the Middle Ages, and the exterior walls were more ornate. As long as you are skilled enough, climbing the walls is also an option.

However, this requires a strong sense of strength, and if you are not careful, it will lead to a falling accident.

"Oh..." Mu Cang sighed, and said to Dr. Zheng who was yelling in the pipeline, "Then you, have a good trip."

She patted her son's head, signaling him to stay here.

Xiao Zai hummed softly, squatted at the mouth of the pipe, looked at Dr. Zheng who was climbing at a snail's pace, and sang softly: "Amen, a vine in front of me..."

(End of this chapter)