Luo Yi glanced at the blue-ray screen of the car radio. It was 12:45 late at night.
Under the illumination of the high beams, the interstate highway stretched forward silently and endlessly, on both sides of which was a dark wilderness, occasionally drifting by the shadow of a cluster of trees or two. If it weren't for the white lines on the road to fly backwards from the corner of his eyes, he would almost have the illusion that the car was standing still.
It's too quiet, and it's uncomfortably quiet. He reached out and turned the radio button-there was no sound, and he didn't know when it broke.
Just when he was about to hum a song on his own, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the windshield.
The slammed brake pads screamed sharply, and Luo Yi's body bounced vigorously in the driver's seat. The steering wheel was hit too fast, and the centrifugal force made him feel like he was going to turn upside down, but fortunately the car finally stopped.
The guy who almost turned into a disaster can be seen in the car lights. He is a tall black brother. He is wearing a hooded long-sleeved T-shirt with messy patterns printed on it. At first glance, it looks like an abstract oil painting. , I looked closely and discovered that it was a group of skeletons with missing arms and legs. But Luo Yi felt that the T-shirt was relatively normal compared to the jeans that matched the metal chain on his lower body so horribly.
The man jumped over in two or three steps, bent his face to the window, bent his knuckles and tapped.
Luo Yi cautiously shook the glass down to the width of a palm, and accused him in shock: "Do you know that this is dangerous? If you want to commit suicide, please change to another car. My car has been overhauled three times, and it will be necessary to do it again. Go straight into the junk yard!"
The man grinned in the shadow of the hood: "If I were to stand in the middle of the road, your Chevrolet would hail over, just like the cars ahead."
That's because you are standing by the night road without lights, like a dark chocolate bean falling into a Coke bottle. Luo Yi complained in his stomach, but his good self-cultivation made him calmly ask: "Need help?"
"Of course, is there anyone in the world who needs more help than me? I was kicked out of the car by a bunch of drunk bastards. Their alcoholic brain thought it was just a joke. Damn, they drove my car away. ! Tomorrow I might have to find it in a pond or between two trees! This is how my last car was scrapped! These bitches are raised..."
Luo Yi frowned, hoping that the car window could add a foul-speaking shielding function. Obviously, compared to his bastard friends, this guy who started to greet other female relatives cursively was not much noble.
He wanted to step on the accelerator and walk away. Unfortunately, this intention was detected before it was implemented.
"Hey, man, don't do that! Two cars passed by this horrible place in an hour, I don't want to walk all night in the wilderness... How about taking me some way? Just see a gas station or a motel or something I'll get out of the car if I am." The man pleaded.
Through the car window, Luo Yi saw his burly size and the bulging muscle lines under the cotton T-shirt, hesitated for a moment, and finally unlocked the car lock.
"Thank Satan!" The man opened the door, jumped up, jumped into the passenger seat, and stretched out his right hand, "Queen."
Luo Yi stretched out his hand and touched his hand with the skull and snake-shaped ring lightly, "Li."
"Chinese? Korean?" Quinn turned his head to look at him: Twenty-three or four years old, or floating up and down, with good facial features, neatly cut black hair, and wearing well-prepared casual clothes, looking clean and soft. A high school student just out of school.
"Chinese." Luo Yi nodded and smiled, with a touch of gentleness and restraint that is unique to the Eastern nation.
Oh, good dears of mom and dad, be a good citizen of discipline and law! Quinn bared his teeth mockingly.
The car restarted and the speed gradually increased to 80 miles per hour, exceeding the maximum speed limit for interstate highways.
He wished to hurry to a place with people, and then drove me off. Quinn thought trivially and triumphantly. He was nervous because there were only two of us here... Hey, he was afraid of me!
A gloomy excitement surged in his heart, and Quinn said after a short silence: "It's boring to drive the night car alone?"
"No way, work first." Luo Yi replied.
"There are not many people like you who think so. Recently, there are fewer and fewer vehicles on this road because of that kind of thing—" Quinn made an exaggerated move of cutting his throat, and stuck out his tongue at him, "Crack! Do you know this?"
Luo Yi bit her lip and looked a little uneasy. "There are reports in the media," he whispered as if afraid of being alarmed. "They call him'Night Road Killer'."
"'Night Road Killer', this nickname is too bad, my friends and I call him'Night Demon'. That's a really cool guy-disguised as a pedestrian in need, blocking a car on the side of the highway late at night. Then the next day, people will find a kindly unlucky guy hanging upside down on a tree next to the road, with two cuts in his wrists, his stomach being opened, and his internal organs covered..."Quin’s voice became deeper and deeper. He leaned over, as if he wanted to better observe the reaction of the young man next to him-he was looking straight at the road ahead, with no obvious expression fluctuations on his face, but he swallowed his saliva and his Adam’s apple slid up and down. This is nervous, An expression of anxiety or fear.
Quinn smiled with satisfaction and continued the topic of interest: "Four people have already been sacrificed, and the police didn't even touch a piece of his hair-he is a genius!"
"Sacrifice... What do you mean?" Luo Yi asked reluctantly, and at the same time glanced at the big black man next to him: his T-shirt was covered with bulging muscles, his arms were almost twice as thick as his own, and his neck Most of the tattoos are hidden in the collar, and the exposed part looks like some kind of evil creature.
Quinn could see that his temporary travel companion didn't like the topic very much, but he still spoke up, perhaps because of his usual politeness, or perhaps because of the atmosphere and psychological pressure.
The latter made him more enthusiastic to explain: "He tied the human ankle, hung it upside down from a branch, then bleeds and digs out the water, just like dealing with a lamb, and finally draws a pentagram on the ground directly below the corpse. , Write the name of the victim in the middle-this is a ritual to sacrifice to the devil in the Black Mass."
Luo Yi forced herself to focus on driving, but couldn't help refuting: "The newspaper doesn't have to be so detailed. It sounds like the content of a clumsy religious novel."
Quinn laughed: "Oh, of course the newspaper didn't publish the details, and they are not the parties."
Luo Yi slammed the brakes, and the tires groaned deathly on the concrete floor. Quinn didn't wear a seat belt, his head hit the roof of the car in front, and he shouted, "Damn! What are you doing?!"
"A car broke down ahead," Luo Yi turned his head and said, "Did you not see the man and woman beckoning?"
Broken down on the side of the road is a new black Volvo. The driver is a blond man in his thirties. He wears an invaluable dark gray suit with a briefcase in his hand, like those elegant and confident in a high-rise commercial building. , Personable white-collar elite.
"My name is Alden." He stretched out his hand to Luo Yi who got out of the car gratefully, and then introduced the young girl beside him, "This is Jessica, we met three hours ago. She wanted to take my car. I went to Lamar Town and was delayed here together."
"What's the problem," Luo Yi gestured to his car, "Can it be fixed?"
Alden shook his head. "I suspect that there is a problem with the gas gauge. It always shows that there is enough fuel along the way, which caused me to miss two gas stations."
"It's still more than half an hour away from the next gas station, maybe I can try to drag it over?"
Obviously Alden didn't want to leave the newly bought car on the side of the road and wait until dawn to deal with it. He accepted this suggestion and asked the female partner's opinion very gentlemanly.
Jessica bit the gum and shrugged: "I don't care, it doesn't matter who rides in any car." She is a pretty girl with attractive brown curly hair, her skin is a little dry, and her eyes can't be covered by foundation. The blue and black shadows that I live in seem to be always exhausted from lack of sleep.
Luo Yi found a wire trailer with rope from the trunk, buckled the two cars, and set off on the road again.
There were two more people in the back seat, and the original feeling of loneliness faded away, at least Quinn stopped continuing the creepy topic, Luo Yi drove slowly, and his mood improved a lot.
Along the way, the three people talked about irrelevant things without a word. The girl kept rubbing her eyes and yawning in the back seat, leaning crookedly against the man next to her.
Luo Yi noticed that Alden moved toward the car door. He seemed a little repulsive from contact with the girl, even though her breasts were plump and round like a pair of peaches.
The half-asleep girl seemed dissatisfied with his avoidance, and moved a little closer, almost lying on his lap.
Luo Yi saw Alden's expression: embarrassment, helplessness, and a faint trace of physical disgust.
He couldn't help but want to laugh, but suddenly ran into the other person's sight in the rearview mirror. Those azure blue eyes were as beautiful as a clear sky without clouds.
He saw me looking at him, he knew what I was suspicious. Luo Yi quickly looked away, and a thin, ambiguous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
Forty minutes later, they arrived at a small gas station.
The young man in overalls was awakened from his sleep, his face was not very good and he came over to help them fill the fuel tank, while muttering: "Are you going to open all night..."
"Of course not, I'm too tired to fall asleep." Luo Yi rubbed his sore shoulder, "Is there a motel here? I want to rest for a few hours."
The young man collected the money, and pointed listlessly at a distance ahead, "Just across the road, there is a Rainbow Hotel." Then, they left them and went back to the room.
Luo Yi turned around and asked, "Where are you?"
"I don't walk at night." Quinn said first.
Alden hesitated, and looked back at his fully-filled car. Jessica had moved to the back seat of Volvo and fell asleep naturally. He sighed lightly, "Forget it, I'll go too, and I'll leave at dawn. Always settle this girl."
So there were four more visitors in front of the lobby counter of the Rainbow Hotel. The proprietress came out in her pajamas to check in, and muttered: "A bunch? Two rooms are enough, are they all with twin beds."
"No, we need four." Luo Yi said, "Uh... we don't know each other well, we just met."
"There are only two left, and the rest have not been renovated yet!" The proprietress stopped writing, staring at him sleepily. "This girl," she tapped the dangling Jessica with the tip of her pen, and asked suspiciously, "Could it be you abducted it?"
"Oh no, of course not! She's just sleepy." Alden hurriedly took away Jessica's arm hanging from him, trying to shake her up.
"I think she's taking medicine." The lady boss said coldly.
Jessica flicked her curly long hair a few times, and seemed a little sober, and screamed anxiously: "I didn't take drugs! I just drank some alcohol... a little bit! Which law stipulates adults over 21 years old? Drinking is not allowed?" She patted on the counter with her slender palms painted with jet black nail polish, and suddenly giggled: "Do you have any wine for sale—" She leaned forward and blinked deliberately. Eyelashes, "the kind with added ingredients?"
Alden groaned lowly while pressing his brows, and reached out his hand to draw the girl with vain steps back, "There are only two rooms, one for her, and the three of us squeeze."
Jessica took his arm and shouted like a song: "We are one, they are one, oh, we have sex, they stir up..."
Luo Yi just bought a can of juice from the vending machine next to him, squirted it on the floor, and coughed hard.
Alden grabbed the key on the counter in a very embarrassing way, and pulled the girl who was singing and singing straight to the room, "Okay be quiet Jessica, good girl, hush, be quiet... Shut up... I said shut up! "
Quinn looked at their backs and made a very regretful expression: "I want to be with her, she must be so spicy that she can suck your soul out..."
Luo Yi pretended not to hear, and took the key to open the door.
The room is small, barely crammed into two single beds, a wardrobe, a small round table, and a pair of sofa chairs. The walls are pasted with dimly colored wallpaper, but the bedding is still neat and clean.
Quinn followed behind and entered the door, his huge body made the originally narrow space more tight, and there was a breathless sense of depression.
Luo Yi sat on the outer bed, physically exhausted, and she wished to unpack every bone and lay it flat on the sheets, and sleep unconsciously for a few hours. But another existence in the room made his nerves unable to relax.
Quinn seems to be keen on bringing discomfort to others, and the more anxious the other party appears, the happier he feels. He walked up and down the room, humming a weird, harsh tune, while taking off himself with only a pair of underwear, revealing his strong dark muscles.
God, this guy has tattoos from head to toe, just like the iron tower ruined by the graffiti club. Luo Yi thought depressed, maybe I should go back to sleep in the car...
Just as he was about to get up, the door was knocked a few times. He walked over and unscrewed the handle, saw Alden standing outside the door, smiled calmly at him, "Can you come in."
Quinn looked incredible: "You left that girl in the room? You idiot, freak... Damn, are you glass?" He slammed into the mattress and angrily pulled the sheet over, "Mom." I really want to kill you!"
"Don't pay attention to him, he is just jealous." Luo Yi tilted his head and motioned to the man at the door to come in, "The bed is not too big, let's make do with it."