C55 Heavy Rain Is Coming to 1

I looked at the bustling crowd with a perplexed expression.

No one looked at me, no one paid any attention to me.

I once read a book that said that we were all born walking on a steel wire, and many of us, seeing the truth under our feet, lost our balance and fell into a deep abyss because of the fear and despair in our hearts.

The God of Fate is merciful to the mortal people, so he blindfolded us. When we lose the ability to see the 'truth', we walk flat on the cables.

However, there were still countless people who wanted to pry into the 'truth' through the veil before their eyes and the gaps between the fingers of the God of Fate.

Just like I am now, trying to look through the smoke and crowd to see the …

"..." Indian pancakes.

"The target is already close, what are you staring at?!" Hurry up and scream! " Fatty was sweating profusely as he grilled chicken skewers while pushing me away. "Our target for today is fifty boxes of meat skewers!"

"... "Hehehehehe …" I made a hen's cry in my throat.

"Lieutenant!" Your job is to attract business, not scare away customers! " The fat man turned the skewer over, and I remembered that the word "solicit" and "shout" were the same word in English.

"Colonel, may I ask which staff's lieutenant is dressed like this?" I flapped my big white wings and rolled my eyes.

"But Darwin said that this year is China's Year of the Chicken! We ran away and rented it! "

"But what you're cooking isn't Chinese food!" I was wearing a big chicken hat and a plush doll suit, and I was dazzled by the people walking around. Darwin was at the back fiddling with a pile of barbeque sauce while Sayaka and M.

"This is modified according to the taste of foreigners. Do you think they will eat phoenix claws and pig feet?" Darwin replied me without even raising his head.

I thought of the society schedule that the DickPound had spoken of when I joined the society:

Three days a week, the club meets to include the origin and analysis of the special ability, teamwork training, meditation and elementary special ability exercises, sharing conferences, and various extracurricular studies.

Other than the analysis of the origin of our special ability during the first week — — We went to see a super hero movie at DickPound's home tonight. All our teamwork training was to sell kebabs in various school bazaars and community events.

"The society will use the money earned from teamwork to study outside the school – as for meditation, special ability exercises and exchange of experiences, it will be done simultaneously outside the school." That's what the fat man told us the day before he set up the stall.

"You don't need to sell kebabs, do you?" I angrily said, "I can't afford to embarrass myself like this!"

"Why can't you lose this guy if you think the Christian community next door can lose him?" Fatty stuffed the roasted skewers into his mouth reflexively.

I don't know why, but every time I feel unbalanced, the Christian community automatically appears next to me. The man who tried to persuade Sayaka and I to join last time had memorized the cross and was selling tomato juice.

I'm not good at cooking, and I don't understand the accounts. I don't seem to have any choice but to cook the chicken.

"Wang, Qiangba Dad (Good luck)." Sayaka encouraged her with a gesture.

"Chinese style barbecue from China -- from China's KFC --" I weakly shouted, "... "Cluck, cluck, cluck …"

The market continued until five in the afternoon, when the crowd began to disperse. I collapsed onto the grass. "Making a chicken is so tiring …"

"Wang, you're so powerful, everyone is so powerful today, we sold fifty-four boxes!" Sayaka took off her apron and lay down on the lawn with me.

"You're all so weak! I've roasted hundreds of kebabs today, and I don't want to eat any more in this life!" Dick opened an unfinished Coke can and took a few sips.

Darwin, who was still packing up his things, looked at the three of us and laughed a little contemptuously: "How can physical labour have mental labour?"

"What kind of mental work is needed to cut the chicken!" I scoffed, Darwin had been slicing meat and seasoning sauce in the kitchen.

"I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about M," Darwin said as he held a big box of water and pointed with his chin at M, who was seriously collecting something at the side.

"What do you mean?"

"How many kebabs have we sold since the establishment of our society? How many items have we sold?"

I thought about it. Twice a week, in addition to holidays, there were more than twenty.

"A box of chicken can make 5 kebabs or so, an average of 30 boxes per day, as well as Sayaka's rice balls, soft drinks, and occasionally fruit cups …" DickPound counted on his fingers for a long time but he still could not count.

"We have sold a total of 24 times, averaging 30 boxes of chicken a day, 14 rice balls, a can of cola, and four fruit cups. "Chicken skewers contain tax of $5.42 each, rice ball $6.72, cola $1.99 and fruit cup $5.67," Darwin said as he collected the items. "Cash for all the money —"

"— M was always in charge of receiving money and settling accounts. She never missed a penny in twenty-four counts."

Dick and I stared at each other.

"M never uses a calculator." Sayaka whispered to me.

I've been in the United States for almost a year, and the only coins I can recognize are quarters.

One cent, fifty cents, one point, five points were never clear.

American purchases and taxes are sure to be accurate, so if you pay your bills in cash, you can find change every day to fill your wallet. That's why foreigners like to use credit cards. Nobody wants to go around with a pile of dimes.

My way of dealing with the change was to deposit a big bag of it every month and take it to the bank and change the money.

Even if I paid cash at the supermarket, I'd take a bunch of coins out of my pocket and let the cashier pick them out for her.

Not only me, but many immigrants who have lived their entire lives can't tell the difference, let alone calculate it.

Looking at the silent and busy M, for a moment I just thought she was kind-hearted and meticulous. If I had noticed her peculiarity earlier, M might not have died in the end.

"No matter what," Fatty said excitedly, "our society has saved up enough funds. Next week's Labor Day holiday will be held, and we will set off for the Great Fog Mountain this weekend!"

— —

The storm is coming

"Prophecy is an ability that first appeared in all sorts of historical records. "The earliest records can be traced back to the prophecy of Genesis Ino, and the prophecy of Noah's three sons, Shem, Ham and Avor …"

DickPound took a sip of his cola and said mysteriously, "I believe that there are still many people living around us who have the ability to predict things. However, they rarely announce their abilities to the public … You know Darren. Brown? The magician who won the 'prediction' lottery. He wrote the prediction number on the ping-pong ball the day before the lottery opened in front of the live broadcast and the audience. All! The number was written down on a live broadcast a day ago. No one had entered the table tennis area during the opening of the lottery. This was not the first time he had predicted success. He had won at least £2.4 million before, and the lottery authorities now clearly forbade him to buy another lottery ticket. How did he do it? Could it be an ordinary illusion? Comeon! "Only those special abilities can give a reasonable explanation of his abilities..."

"Then do you know the divination technique?" I asked.

"I'm practicing, but normal people need to use props to start their superpowers, for example, your Chinese shaking sign, divination, or our Western Ocean crystal ball …" "I'm practicing, but normal people need to use props to start their superpowers in the beginning."

"Then did you shake it before you left this time?" I rolled my eyes and collapsed on the ground.

"Did you f * cking predict the yellow rain these few days?"

"..." "Actually, even if I am unable to use the Prophecy Technique, I can still check the weather forecast first …" Sayaka sat at the side and whispered.

Outside the tent, it was pouring rain.

The five of us were in Tennessee, six hours' drive from Georgia.

Two of the three tents had been blown down, and the five people were currently squeezed into the military waterproof one brought by DickPound.

The military tent that DickPound's father, the school manager, had given him when he joined the Boy Scouts was customized by the military from the Colombian Outdoor Supplies Company. The tent was made by the military, and it was made by a Class 10 typhoon that could not be blown.

Now, however, the roof was empty except for the branches that had been broken by the torrential rain.

Back to 48 hours ago.

I was still in bed dreaming when I was awakened by a sharp knock on the door.

"Wang, we are leaving!" Faintly, I heard Sayaka calling me from outside.

DickPound and Darwin's car were already waiting outside the door of the house. On the back of the red Dodger was a small trailer.

I thought we'd have to rent a trailer anyway.

"We're not even 21 yet. Renting a car and insurance is way too expensive." Darwin said: "But we have all the materials that we need for the camping trip."

Sayaka carried an 'extremely dry' waterproof bag. Inside it were clothes, toilets, and medicine.

"Wang, this is for you …" Sayaka said as she stuffed the two items into M and me's hands.

An elaborate multifunctional flashlight with a flashlight in the front and a simple screwdriver, tweezers and scissors in the back. In the middle of the handle of the flashlight, there was a calibrated electronic watch and a humidifier.

The M that Sayaka gave me had signs of wear and tear on its exterior. It should be quite a few years old.

"Mom and Dad brought them from Japan when they came to the United States in the year of Zhao and 60." Sayaka said embarrassedly.

"This thing is really heaven-defying!" I pressed the button and the light came on.

Zhaohe 60 years is the western yuan 1985, did not expect the ten years ago the old thing still has not half a dime problem now. Sometimes I admire the rigor of the Japanese. They like to do things to the extreme, and even bring this obsession with detail into their daily lives.

Sayaka is a good example. I have seen her class notes before, those with dense obsessive-compulsive disorder would probably go crazy.

M was still carrying his schoolbag with an umbrella and a kettle.

I don't know what the American community would look like on a field trip. I'd imagine it would be like a spring outing when I was a kid.

So before I left, I stuffed everything under the bed into my bag: chicken wings, vacuum duck necks, fish-skin peanuts, and braised beef noodle — in the United States, and especially in the small towns I lived in, these snacks were absolutely priceless treasures, and I wouldn't trade them for dollars.

Along the way, my mouth never stopped moving. Other than Darwin occasionally grabbing my duck neck, the other three people politely rejected delicious food that came from China.

To put it bluntly, our destination was not mysterious. It was the natural cave that Tennessee claimed to have the 'largest underground lake in the world', called the 'LostSea'.

Until the nineteenth century, Lost Sea was only a legend among the native Indians.

As we all know, Tennessee is an inland state of the United States. It is geographically equivalent to our own Guizhou Province. The landforms of the two places were very similar. There were many valleys and caves, and the climate was also quite humid.

However, it was this Inland Indian native who had been spreading rumors for thousands of years that his ancestors had come from the sea. And the sea existed in the depths of their cave — where they had come from.

It sounded like a fantasy story.

So the Spaniards who first arrived in Tennessee scoffed at the legend, but it was just a talk, and no one really looked into it.

It was not until 1905, when a rascal called Ben happened to discover this huge underground lake while playing in the cave, that the mysterious lost sea was announced to the world.