Chapter 18 seventeen

What Happened in the Rubber Plantation (4) Martin went to the well, brought up a pail of water, and threw himself down to get wet.Yesterday, while he was wandering outside in Reagan's hunting suit, the jacket suddenly choked him.When he unbuttoned the clothes and threw them on the floor, the feeling of breathlessness was even worse.He staggered into the lake, and once the water was up to his neck he was relieved.It turns out that water also has this function.When he was talking with Ali just now, he had another sign of asthma attack, and the cold water helped him again.What's going on here?He never had asthma before.Martin had worked here at Reagan for five years, and he was used to some of his master's eccentricities.He summed up a principle: don't be surprised.He believes that the master should not be treated in the same way as ordinary people.So he always does some outrageous things without a care, including stealing his clothes and so on.When his behavior was reprimanded by Ali, he was a little happy, because it would not be silent.But I have shortness of breath.Martin recalled one incident.Once, he came back from a long run with Reagan. As soon as he entered the farm, Reagan said he wanted to get out of the car to have a look, so he parked the car under a tree, and sat by the tree trunk to doze off.Suddenly, a pair of strong hands protruded from the tree trunk and locked his throat. His eyes turned white and his legs kicked wildly. He felt that the end was coming, and he couldn't see anything in front of him.After struggling for an unknown amount of time, Mr. Reagan's voice sounded in his ears. When he opened his eyes, nothing happened, and he sat down under the old poplar tree. "You had a bad dream again." Reagan said with a sinister look at him as he got into the car.When he started the car, he could smell the strong smell of narcotics from the owner, which made him dizzy.Along the way, he thought dazedly, a person like Mr. Reagan firmly controlled his territory, and this territory was his farm, and everything here was decided by him.

Martin had also thought about turning himself into Ali, so that he could adapt on the farm.But no, he was too evil by nature, so he was always punished.He knew that he had been violating the rules here, which brought him joy, but more of it was the fear of death.Who can count?Maybe someday the witchcraft on Reagan's farm will kill him, just think of those nasty little snakes.Once driving at night, he crushed more than 20 cars to death at once!After crushing them, he kept hallucinating, seeing them all over the front window, and he couldn't see the road signs.Reagan had asked him if he had hay fever when he first applied for a job at the farm, and he remembers staring sullenly at him as he asked.He saw Reagan as

An old bachelor with a mental disorder, a man with a cold temper.But he was soon proven wrong, dumbfounded by his master's energy.Although he couldn't tell what kind of energy it was, he felt that he was always firmly attracted by that kind of thing, and then squeezed out again.Martin thought, maybe it was his reckless and rebellious character that hurt him?Or how old and uncomfortable? "Look at him, he seems to be stuck to the glass and doesn't move." He reminded Ali. Ali put the knitting work in her hand on the stool in the gazebo, stood up, and accused him angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Look, isn't Mr. Reagan eating downstairs?"

Martin blinked, really, Mr. Reagan was sitting in the dining room eating, but through the glass door, Martin saw the two snakes crawling up his back, and he stretched his waist as if very contented.Martin wanted to go into the house, but Ali stopped him. "Stop! You'd better stand still here. What can you see, boy, you can only see old things. Go and change your wet clothes, you stink." Martin didn't change his clothes, he went outside, and by the trunk of the old poplar tree he had rested on earlier, he met Ida. "Ada, are you looking for my master?" He salivated and moved closer.

"I'm looking for my diamond ring." "Do you have a diamond ring?" "I don't remember. If you find it, it must be there." Ada used a sharp knife to pick a scar on the tree, causing sawdust to fly everywhere.Martin didn't expect the girl's arms to be so strong, so he stepped aside. "Ada, I dozed off against the tree trunk that day, did you strangle me by the neck?!" Martin called to her. But Ada didn't seem to hear.After a while, she picked out a hole the size of a wine glass in the trunk.Martin saw the branches shake violently and the leaves rustle.

"Ada, Ada! You stop!" He didn't know why he yelled such words. "If you don't stop, I'll call Mr. Reagan!" Ada seemed to tremble a bit, she threw the knife to the ground contemptuously, and stood there with her hands on her hips, looking at Martin.Then, she squeezed a word between her teeth. "roll!!" Martin ran away in fright, because he saw the coral snake on Ada's shoulder. He ran a long way, and he heard Ada's voice accompanying him, which seemed to be a series of obscene teasing, mixed with a few obscene words.It was a voice that Martin couldn't understand.He ran and ran, wet clothes sticking to his body, he felt like a dog in the water.