Looking at these nine scarlet words, I felt like my heart was going to stop at that moment.
In the past five years, these nine words have been like a curse, torturing me every moment, so that sometimes I don’t even need to hear the nine words, just hearing others say the number "nine", I My body will tremble slightly involuntarily.
I know there is a professional term for this in medicine, called 'post-traumatic stress disorder', which is also commonly seen as PTSD.
Now these nine words appeared in front of me again. Although the last word was different, the scene of Ling Jiang resolutely jumping into the bronze blood coffin appeared in front of me again with incomparable clarity, making my whole body tense and my internal organs tense. The pain was like being burned by fire.
Just when the world was spinning, I felt Wu Tinghan and Wang Minghua come to my side and each slapped my shoulders. The burning pain in my body got slightly better.
Only then did I realize that the proprietress of the noodle shop was dead, and she died in such a strange manner.
Her head had been removed a long time ago, but she had to hold it with both hands. It seems that in order not to let others see it, she specially bent her body at 90 degrees so that her head and neck looked like they were still connected.
This action is very similar to the way the eunuch in ancient times bowed and handed a memorial to the emperor, except that the eunuch held a memorial in his hand, while the landlady held his own head in her hand.
Only when she stood up and saw that her head was still in the same place did she realize that her head and neck had actually separated a long time ago.
And it was also at this time that I realized why the landlady walked into the yard with such a weird posture - it was to prevent others from seeing the nine words written on her chest along the way!
But, why did the current nine-character destiny change from 'Xiaoyang live' to 'Xiaoyang die'?
Zhang Hazi said, "What is Ha Neng doing? He is warning us not to meddle in other people's business."
I thought about it and asked, does the other party not want us to go to Xie's house?
Zhang Hazi cursed loudly and said, "In the future, your ancestors will be stupid. Isn't this an obvious fact? Why ask?"
Let me tell you, what should we do now?
Zhang Hazi looked at the proprietress in the yard and said firmly, the more afraid the other party is of Mozi, the more I will do it! I want to see what he can do to me! ?
Zhang Hazi is still the same Zhang Hazi, and his spirit has not been diminished just because he lost his craftsmanship. Moreover, when others say such words, they will only look a little silly, but when they are said from Zhang Hazi's mouth, they only give people an endless sense of domineering!
Although we already know that the boss lady’s left leg is made of paper, we do not regard her as a paper doll. At Zhang Hazi's insistence, Wang Minghua was asked to find a nearby corpse stitcher to sew the boss's head on before he was buried.
According to the original plan, Wang Minghua planned to personally handle the funeral arrangements for the proprietress, but Zhang Hazi asked him to take the long scroll and send it to Laosicheng with Wu Tinghan.
Zhang Hazi, on the other hand, followed me to the Xie family due east.
Wang Minghua did not refuse. He had some foundations in the town, and soon he found a group of people to help build the mourning hall and the subsequent dojo and funeral arrangements.
In this way, the three of us were in front, and Wang Minghua was behind, carrying the scroll. First we followed Wu Tinghan to the hotel to pick up the Hummer, and then I drove the group to the local police station.
The car Zhang Hazi and I drove from Laosicheng that night stopped at the police station. It's not that I don't trust the folk customs in the town, but just in case, I am worried that evil people and craftsmen will tamper with the car.
But it’s okay to park in a place like this. After all, we have professional protection and suppression. Even if there are really evil people or craftsmen who want to tamper with our cars, they have to weigh whether they can escape unscathed.
Of course, these are all tips I have learned over the past five years. Every time I drive a long distance, I always park my Hummer in a place like this. For this I was ridiculed a lot by Zhang Hazi, who thought I had embarrassed his car.
I also know that if it had been in the past, no one would have dared to do anything to Zhang Hazi's car. It wasn't that they were afraid of something wrong with the car, but that they couldn't afford to offend Zhang Hazi at the time.
In order to rush for time when we came here, Zhang Hazi and I chose a coupe, so the interior space was not enough to fit the painting. In the end, Wang Minghua and I tied it to the roof of the car with ropes, and we were done.
Before leaving, we went to the town. We originally planned to have a bowl of noodles before setting off, but when we saw the closed shop door next to the station, no one was interested in eating. After we got on the bus, we headed out of the town. go.
It was almost dusk when we left the town. We didn't say any unnecessary words like on TV. We just waved our hands briefly and the two cars drove to different places. They went due south and we went due east.
About two and a half hours later, I received a call from Wu Tinghan, saying that she had arrived in Laosicheng and that the installation of the scrolls was going smoothly, so that if we ran into trouble, we could call her at any time.
Zhang Hazi and I discussed it and decided to find a nearby service area to get some food. Otherwise, if we continue at such a high intensity, we would have to say thank you to the world before we even reach Xie's house.
As soon as I entered the service area, I felt something was wrong, so I asked Zhang Hazi, why is it so deserted here?
Friends who have traveled on expressways know that every service area is very busy unless it is three or four in the morning. If it falls on a weekend, there will be long queues for refueling at some service areas. But it's only around eight o'clock in the evening, why is it so deserted?
Zhang Hazi looked out the window with his sunglasses on, and then said that he didn't see any problem. It might be a remote service area, so there were no people there.
I know that Zhang Hazi himself would not believe this statement, because people who often travel on highways know that the more remote the service area, the greater the passenger flow. On the contrary, service areas around the city are likely to be closed due to lack of passenger flow.
I took a look at the map and found that this place was not around a big city. There was only an inconspicuous town called Chongfeng marked on the map. So much so that I don’t even know whether to read Zhong (zhong) Fengzhen or Chong (chong) Fengzhen.
In order to prevent the car from being tampered with, Zhang Hazi stayed in the car while I got off to buy food.
When I walked into the supermarket in the service area, I found that there was only one clerk inside, who was concentrating on watching the beauty live broadcast. When he saw me coming in, he looked at me in surprise, and then asked me, why are you here?
I was also surprised when I heard this. Say, do you know me?
He shook his head and said, "I don't know."
Let me tell you, you don’t know me and you still ask me this? Make it as if I've seen you before.
He said, "I'm asking you this just because you don't know me. Don't you know that the front section of this road is closed for renovation?" If you want to go there, you have to get off the expressway and go around for a while. That section of road is terrible... Tsk, tsk, tsk. If it weren't for the people in the town, no one would take this road at all. Instead, they would go around the highway next to it.
I thought nothing of it at first, but when I heard it was just a bad road, I felt relieved. Zhang Hazi's car may have average other performance, but its strength can be said to be on bad roads. In Zhang Hazi's words, the worse the road, the more I like the Hummer.
So I casually said that I was following the navigation and was passed over without paying much attention.
After paying the bill, I was about to leave with my bag, but he stopped me and whispered to me, brother, if you are not in a hurry, I advise you to turn around and go back after getting off the highway. , go another way.
I saw that when he said this, he looked a little panicked, and it didn't look like he was pretending, so I asked him, why, besides being bad, does that road have other specialties?
He said that he heard it was very unclean. Oh, anyway, if you're not in a hurry, just turn around. Otherwise, just pretend that I didn’t say anything, there are no taboos, there are no taboos!
After saying that, he continued to watch the beauty's live broadcast. No matter how I asked, he just waved his hand, indicating that he didn't know anything.
After getting in the car, I gave some things to Zhang Hazi, and while eating, I looked at the map on my phone and found that there was indeed a section of road ahead that was blue - which meant that this section of road was a small road.
It seemed that the clerk was right, the road ahead was indeed closed. But when I was navigating, I clearly remembered that this was the optimal route and it took the least time. Why does this happen?
I told Zhang Hazi about this situation. He gnawed on the bread and said nothing. He just said "hmm" to express his understanding.
Let me tell you, don’t you find it strange?
He said, why is it so strange?
Let me tell you, since I chose the optimal route at the beginning, other people who took this route will definitely choose this route. If this is the case, why are there so few people in this service area?
Zhang Hazi said that the clerk was not talking about being old. The road ahead was bad and everyone else was taking a detour to get old.
Let me tell you, before they came, how did they know that this road was bad?
He said it was possible to set the old 'highway priority'.
I told you, I set 'high speed priority'.
Zhang Hazi:......
I asked, why are you so silent?
He said, why are you asking me to tell you?
Let me tell you, why don't you listen to the clerk and make a U-turn after getting off the highway?
Zhang Hazi said angrily, "I'm not the driver, you make your own decision."
Let me tell you, give me some advice.
He said, I suggest you turn around.
I shook my head and smiled. The suggestion was good, but I didn’t accept it.
He just pulled it over with a bamboo stick and asked, "Do you want to die?" ----What if I suggest you drive forward?
I smiled and said, such a good suggestion, I naturally want to listen.
He said, you are so shameless that I can't even compare to you. Now that you have decided to move forward, stop farting and leave as soon as you finish eating.
I could actually tell that although Zhang Hazi didn't say anything, I could tell from his tone and the word 'leave quickly' at the end that he actually felt something was wrong, but in order not to make me anxious, he Just pretending to be calm.
If these tricks were used in the past, I might still be able to use them, but in the past five years, I have already made the most basic judgment about the world, and naturally I will not be 'fooled' again.
And if it was five years ago, even if Zhang Hazi didn't say anything, I guess I would have turned around and gone another way, but now, I want to give it a try.
After I casually ate a few pieces of bread with water, I restarted the car and drove forward. Sure enough, I hadn't driven very far when I saw yellow and white cones on the ground, reminding me to change the route onto the service road and get off the highway from here.
Just after passing the toll booth, a car with its high beams on came oncoming, blinding me.
The speed of the car was very fast. Before I could see clearly what kind of car it was, the car passed me. When I looked through the reflector again, I saw that the car had passed the toll station. I don’t know how he passed the toll booth at such a fast speed.
But I don’t know if it was an illusion. When the car passed me, I always felt that the people in the car were staring at me. I even heard someone in the car calling me and Zhang Hazi. name.
While I was driving, I asked Zhang Hazi, did you hear someone calling you just now?
He said that even if someone calls me late at night, I will pretend not to hear.
After hearing what he meant, I understood that he should have heard it too, but he just pretended not to hear it.
But if it is really a 'ghost roll call', then the road ahead will be very interesting.
I stepped on the accelerator, accelerated forward, and followed the navigation all the way. My ears were also perked up, trying to listen to the wind and grass outside the window as much as possible.
After driving for about half an hour, I didn't hear any weird noises, and the road on the ground wasn't that bad, but I still stepped on the brakes suddenly, causing Zhang Hazi, who didn't know what was going on, to jump forward suddenly and almost hit him. To the windshield, luckily I had my seat belt on.
He scolded me when he opened his mouth, saying, "I'm a bastard in your house. Do you want to hit me to death?"
I looked at the dark patch of land at the end of the road and said, the navigation said to go forward, but there was no road ahead, and it looked a bit like a dead end road!
Hearing the words "Dead Road", Zhang Hazi suddenly became interested and hurriedly sat up straight and said, are you sure?
I didn't say anything, but stepped straight back for about thirty or forty meters. Then I looked left and right. After confirming that there was a small road on each side, I told Zhang Hazi that there was a small road on both sides, which should be the dead end road. .
I don’t know why, but after saying this, I suddenly remembered the way the lady behind the noodle shop straightened up. Wasn’t her appearance at that time exactly the same as the road we were driving down?
The protruding section of neck on her shoulder is equivalent to the protruding road; the two arms on the left and right sides of her shoulder are equivalent to the two separated paths; the empty space on her neck is equivalent to the protruding road. The pitch-black patch I saw before.
To put it simply, if the headless corpse of the boss lady was magnified dozens of times and placed here, it would probably fit perfectly with the road below our buttocks! The landlady has no brain, so this road is naturally called a dead end road.
Although I have heard of the dead end road, I really don’t know how to get there.
I asked Zhang Hazi, what should I do now?
He replied with three words very concisely: go back.
Without any hesitation, I turned around and drove back, then drove as fast as possible.
Until this time, I finally understood why the previous car was driving so fast. I guess it was also in our situation, so I wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible.
But less than ten minutes after driving out, I had to slam on the brakes and told Zhang Hazi that there was no road again.
