Zhuge Wen was shaking uncontrollably. He took a few deep breaths before unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car.
The girl was lying behind the car, with blood stains extending from her body to the bottom of the car.
Her body twitched twice, her head tilted, and she looked at Zhuge Wen.
Zhuge Wen froze in fear.
"Help..." The girl made a weak cry for help.
"Xiaoque! Where did you go, you damn girl?"
A cry came from the mountains.
Zhuge Wen heard some noise and tilted his head subconsciously. He looked at the girl again, but she was already motionless. She was motionless, only her eyes were open, but there was no light in them.
Zhuge Wen's heart was pounding. He slowly took one or two steps back, turned around, jumped into the car, closed the door, and stepped on the accelerator.
The speeding car was far away from the girl and the mountain, but the girl named Xiaoque was always imprinted in Zhuge Wen's mind.
I saw him surrounded by fear, guilt, self-blame and pain. He held a paintbrush but could not paint. Everything that happened that day flooded his mind. The feeling was so strong that I could see the memory in his mind.
Probably, pain and suffering really are the source of art.
After several months of self-isolation, Zhuge Wen created amazing works. The abstract paintings expressed his inner emotions and were a catharsis of his emotions. They received unexpected praise and praise.
No one knows that when Zhuge Wen was creating that painting, he was thinking about the scenes of Xiao Que's death.
He kept drawing and painting similar works. Repeatedly, it diluted the initial emotion.
Those negative emotions are gradually fading.
Also fading at the same time was his memory.
I don’t know if his forgetfulness of Xiaoque is a normal forgetfulness of the past, or amnesia caused by the disease.
He deceived himself and painted a picture of a girl he had a crush on, a girl whose appearance and name he had forgotten. He also fell in love with birds because of this. In his later years, he seemed to have lost his consciousness and only remembered birds.
I think he must have subconsciously remembered the car accident.
Those bird-faced girls, those monsters, are anything but beautiful.
He subconsciously knew that the girl's appearance would be a nightmare for him.
The dream became a normal sequence, progressed quickly, and as I wished, I returned to the ward where the old Zhuge Wen lay, and to the scene where the ghost walked out of the ward after his death.
It's like what I saw about Zhuge Wen's past was a real dream.
The falcon monster is charging towards me.
"Xiaoque." I whispered two words.
The beak stopped in front of me.
The ghost of Zhuge Wen who I was holding began to tremble, and his numb and empty face gained expression.
That's the expression called fear.
I heard the flapping of birds' wings coming from all directions.
The surrounding scene changed.
It's not a change in the dream, it's another familiar feeling.
Zhuge Wen's ghost had a dream and had hallucinations.
He returned to the scene of the car accident that day and stood next to the car, watching the girl lose her life.
Just like before, Zhuge Wen turned around and got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, and ran away.
In the rearview mirror, the girl's body crawled up. Her posture was very uncoordinated, with her head lowered and her back hunched, covering her entire face. When she raised her head, a bird's face was revealed.
The sound of birdsong exploded in the mountains, and countless birds flew out of the woods.
Between the trees, the figure of a bird-faced girl appeared. They jumped from the mountain.
"Ah!" Zhuge Wen shouted, pressing the accelerator firmly.
The girls were hit by cars and crushed.
There was also the sound of something hitting the roof of the car.
The faces of the birds hit the car glass, causing spider web-like cracks in the glass.
Zhuge Wen couldn't bear it and closed his eyes, just stepping on the accelerator.
At some point, the mountain road turned into a straight and endless road, still so narrow that only one car could pass. On both sides of the road are rolling mountain forests, as dense as a primitive jungle. Those bird-faced girls jumped off the mountain, rushed out, and were hit by cars.
If he turned around, he could see the road behind the car covered with bloody corpses.
My heart skipped a beat.
Endless road…
This reminds me of Huangquan Road.
Am I in Zhuge Wen's ghost's dream now, or am I in some different space? Or is it really...
The scene in front of me seemed to be turning into a nightmare that would never end.
I looked at Zhuge Wen next to me and stretched out my hand to him.
My hand passed through Zhuge Wen's body.
damn it!
I was about to try again, and my hand suddenly touched something. It's the steering wheel!
I immediately grabbed the steering wheel and pulled hard. The car turned and hit the mountain on the roadside. The hood was raised and black smoke came out.
The car finally stopped.
Zhuge Wen hit his head, and when he straightened up, his face was covered with blood.
He didn't disappear from this road, and neither did those bird-faced girls.
The stopped car was surrounded by the girls.
Zhuge Wen saw the scene outside the car clearly and was so frightened that he screamed again.
The girls were scratching the car, making a squeaking sound with their delicate fingers. Their bird faces were pressed against the glass, and their round eyes reflected the scene inside the car.
Zhuge's voice became hoarse upon hearing the shout, and he stared at the monster outside the car in horror.
I found that the situation was deadlocked again.
Those girls can't get in, and Zhuge Wen can't get out.
I looked outside the car. Outside the car are girls with bird faces, not those bird monsters.
I now know that the two spirits are Zhuge Wen's works from different periods. Even though the paintings are similar, Zhuge Wen's inner emotions are different.
I exhaled and tried to open Zhuge Wen's car door.
Click!
The car door was opened successfully!
The car door was immediately opened by the bird-faced girls outside. Their hands reached into the car and dragged Zhuge Wen out.
"Ah! Ah... ah..." Zhuge Wen made a meaningless cry.
I followed him out of the car.
The girls pulled Zhuge Wen, but did not kill him immediately. I don't understand what they are going to do.
Looking around, there are still many figures of bird-faced girls on the mountain. Those who were killed before have not disappeared.
Zhuge Wen definitely did not paint so many works of "My Lover".
I was thinking about it, and when I looked up, I saw the shadow on the top of the mountain, and I was stunned.
Judging from the outline, it should be those raptor monsters. They are high above, looking down at what is happening below.
"What... do you want?" I couldn't help but blurt out as I looked at those bird-faced girls.
The girls' movements stopped, as if they were suddenly frozen.
Zhuge Wen was still struggling subconsciously. When he reacted, he looked at the girls around him in panic, crawling on the ground with all four limbs together.
The girls turned their heads and watched Zhuge Wen's movements.
Zhuge Wen froze again.
When he stopped, the girls stopped too.
After a few times, Zhuge Wen rushed out of the group of girls regardless and ran to the road that was not occupied by them.
There were many pairs of eyes on the mountain staring at Zhuge Wen.
Zhuge Wen ran in fear. The ghost's state changed from young at the time of the car accident to old at the time of death.
He gradually could no longer run, and the blood, tears, and sweat on his face had dried up.
He knelt on the ground and looked at the surrounding mountains and forests pleadingly, "Let me go, please let me go!"
Except for Zhuge Wen's voice, the entire road was completely silent.