The two people stared in my direction, because they were wearing black and white clothes, which reminded me of the black and white impermanence in the ghost story.
I stood up from the side of the road, squinted at them and stared at each other. About ten seconds later, the two of them got in the car again, and then drove the car away slowly.
It wasn't until the two cars, one black and one white, completely disappeared on the winding mountain road, that I came back to my senses. At the same time, I felt my body was slimy. It was all the cold sweat I was scared of just now. It was really dangerous just now. If I didn't correct the direction in time, I must have fallen. Below the cliff.
Climbing back to the car again, a "bull's eye" was knocked out on the upper right corner of the front glass, and there were some blood stains around the bull's eye. Something must have hit the car glass just now, but what can be so powerful that when the car is not fast, it not only knocks the car glass out of the bull's eye, but also bleeds itself
I can't imagine.
There was noise in the radio in the car, and the sneer made me upset. I reached out to turn off the radio and drove the car slowly on the right road. Then I looked at the rearview mirrors on the left and right, and then proceeded with confidence. Hurry up.
Because after the shock just now, I was completely sleepy, and I was staring at the road ahead intently. The bull's eye on the car glass in the upper right corner seemed to be looking at me intently. In addition, there were blood stains all around. Unspeakable weird.
In order not to be stared at by the weird "bull's eye", I had to find a piece of paper, spit on it and stick it on the glass to block it.
Before long, a lot of rocks appeared on both sides of the road, and the guardrail near the outer side of the cliff was gone. I guessed that this should be the section where the landslide occurred, so I became more careful.
Gradually, my sleepiness struck again, and my heart immediately picked up again, and my palms began to sweat, because this situation was so similar to my first hit. I kept using my will to resist the endless sleepiness, smoking one after another, maximizing the sound of the radio, and opening the car windows to ventilate...
call!
The wind blows into the cab!
Snapped!
The paper used to shield the eyes of the bull was blown off by the wind and slapped on my face, and then I couldn't wait to fly out of the car window, rolling and disappearing into the endless night.
Sneez...
Sneez...
The husband and wife night talk program on the radio suddenly disappeared, and there was a harsh noise. Just when I wanted to tune in, the noise suddenly disappeared.
After a short silence, the chime sounded:
Toot, toot, toot...
Immediately afterwards, there was another very familiar voice that made me fearful:
"Friends, listeners, it's midnight, next is the midnight tricks column, now I will open another door for everyone... The story I am going to tell today is called: the dead man burns paper.
Ghost Radio is here again!
I suffocated the brakes, parked the truck on the side of the road, and hurriedly turned off the radio on the truck.
But no matter how I turned it off, even if the truck was turned off, the voice on the radio still came out clearly:
"The protagonist of the story is a talented folk with a surname Yang and Wei, because he has big eyes that are beyond ordinary people, and he has a nickname called Big Eye. Yang Wei's childhood was rough..."
I was vainly startled, it turned out to be a big-eyed story! I immediately calmed down, suppressed the urge to escape, held my breath and continued listening.
"Because of Yang Wei's bumpy childhood experience, his mood is different from that of ordinary people. There is a famous'dark three-in-one personality' in psychology, which can fully interpret the big-eyed psychology. Dark three-in-one personality It is a series of offensive behaviors such as aggressiveness, sexual opportunism, impulsivity..."
At this moment, there was another movement in my heart. Could it be that big eyes are a dead pervert
But soon I discovered that today’s story is different from the past. First of all, the narrative method is wrong. The previous story is full of space for imagination, but today I will characterize Big Eye as a villain. And he didn't seem to be telling a story, but rather telling me that Big Eye is a dangerous person and keeps me away from Big Eye.
But just like this, it made me more curious about what I'm going to talk about next.
Continue to talk on the ghost radio:
"The story of Yang Wei starts with the first dead man's business he did. He was only eighteen years old that year. It was an extremely sultry night, and Yang Wei was bored on the empty street. .
At a dark crossroad, he saw an old lady who was burning paper, and the old lady was crying while burning the paper. "
The sound of burning paper was heard on the radio, and the old lady's mouthful of mournful sobs: Huh... woo...
"Yang Wei was more interested in things about dead people, and because he was bored, he smoked a cigarette and squatted on the curb across the road. Suddenly, the old lady looked up at him. Yang Weimo
Mingren felt a chill in his back.
Experience tells him that the old lady is not a human!
But he was suspicious that the living usually burned paper for the dead. Whom are the dead burning paper for
Yang Wei walked over with the courage, and asked cautiously, old lady, who are you burning paper for
The old lady slowly raised her head. When Yang Wei saw the old lady’s face, his heart suddenly became tight. He had seen a dead person. He knew better than anyone how ugly a dead person’s face was, but this lady’s face was more The dead are still ugly.
Her skin was like dried orange peel tightly wrapped around her bones, her eyes were sunken, her eyes were dark and deep, and she couldn't see any content.
The old lady said with a hoarse voice: "I'm burning paper for my son."
Yang Wei asked suspiciously: "Your son?"
The old lady nodded, then looked at the end of the road and said: "He will drive by here in a while, and tomorrow is his birthday."
Yang Wei followed the old lady's gaze and asked, "Then you are?"
The old lady did not answer, but put her dry hand into the paper dust on the ground and grabbed two. When her hands were spread out, there were two bundles of hundred yuan bills in her hands. Then she asked, "Want?"
Yang Wei bit his lip. Money is a good thing and he naturally wants it, but he also knows that money from the dead is not easy to get.
Seeing that Yang Wei was silent, the old lady said again: "You only need to do one thing for me, and the money will be yours."
Yang Wei was a little moved, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"At this time tomorrow, you will still come here and drop some nails on the road."
"Why do you do this?"
"You just do it, don't ask so much. As long as you do, the money will be yours."
Yang Wei stared at the two bundles of banknotes in the old lady's hands and said, "Is this really money?"
The old lady nodded and said, "Yes."
At this moment, a black car appeared at the end of the road and drove past them whistling. The wind-rolled paper ash fascinated Yang Wei’s eyes. When he wiped the paper ash in his eyes, he found that the old man The wife was gone, only two bundles of banknotes were left on the ground.
This made Yang Wei sure again that the old lady just now was not a person, but a lone ghost swimming in the sun. He turned around and left hurriedly, but after a few steps out, he couldn't help but glanced back, and two bundles of banknotes were quietly placed on the side of the road.
In the end, Yang Wei could not hold back the money. He returned to pick up two bundles of banknotes, and then quickly left the scene.
(End of this chapter) (End of this chapter)