There are no ghosts in this world...
So, what did you just see
Lu Xin squatted beside the homeless body for a while, wondering if he would come back to life, so that he could chat with him for a while, ask him why he was crying so sadly, and ask him by the way Is it dead or alive now
But seeing that the cigarette he had inserted for himself, only a little spark was left, and there was still no movement.
Lu Xin sighed helplessly, thinking that this should not survive.
Feeling a little disappointed, Lu Xin gave up the idea of pushing him twice to see if he would come back to life.
After all, this looks like a poor man, he has already died under the bridge, and it is not good for him to be disrespectful to him.
…
He dragged his suitcase and slowly walked over from under the bridge hole.
I planned to hide here for the night, but there is already a dead homeless here, so of course I have to find another place.
No normal person can stay here overnight when they see a corpse under the bridge, right
Walking out of the bridge hole step by step, I felt that the surroundings were quieter.
Not the quietness just now because the crowd dispersed, but the quietness of the whole city as if it were empty.
Obviously, the buildings in this city are very new, and the street lights in the distance are very bright, but Lu Xin felt that the city was empty and could not hear any sound. . It was only the voice that he slowly walked out from the bottom of the bridge, dragging the luggage around him.
His vision was a little bit from the darkness under the bridge hole, adapting to the faint light of street lamps outside.
But when he was about to walk out of the bridge hole, he suddenly froze slightly and raised his head subconsciously.
In front of him, from time to time, a pair of gently shaking legs appeared, almost hitting his head.
small book booth
Just now, I was walking out with my head lowered, but I didn't realize when the legs appeared.
Frowning, he looked at the weak and drooping legs, the faintly blue skin, and the pair of small white leather shoes on these feet. Lu Xin leaned over and walked around the legs. See this is a man hanging on a bridge.
She was a woman in her thirties, tied to the bridge post with the slender belt of her bag, and then slipped herself over it.
The straps were tight, and the woman looked very scary.
His face was ashen with a strange purple color, his mouth was twisted into a painful shape, and his tongue was stretched out of his mouth.
Quietly and woodenly hung on the bridge.
"When did this come?"
Lu Xin looked up at her and frowned slightly.
When I went in just now, there was no one hanging here.
He also believed that he didn't even hear anyone hanging here under the bridge.
Besides, judging from the appearance of this woman, she should not have been hanged here just now.
When he looked at this woman with some doubts, his eyes suddenly opened under the tangled hair of the hanging woman.
She quietly glanced at Lu Xin, and then her figure slowly disappeared.
"It's even weirder..."
Lu Xin shook his head slightly and looked at the railing on the bridge, as if no one had ever appeared.
He didn't know how to explain this scene, but after thinking for a while, he took the box and walked up from the bottom of the bridge, turning to look at the city, the empty streets, the closed doors and windows of shops on both sides, and the There are street lights scattered quietly on the roadside.
I vaguely feel that this city seems to have something different.
But if he was asked to say it accurately, he couldn't say it.
The only thing that is clear is that in this prosperous city that has fallen asleep, walking alone on the street feels very lonely.
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Standing on the side of the street is not a thing, so he dragged his suitcase and walked slowly forward.
The night wind swirled and blew past him.
The sound of the wheels under the trunk rolling on the concrete road was very monotonous.
Lu Xin didn't know where to go, so he could only drag his suitcase and walk slowly.
While looking at this quiet city and silent lights, I was also looking at this huge city and bright lights.
Maybe there are people in the buildings on both sides, or even in the cars parked on the side of the road.
However, because of sleep, I have already distinguished myself from all these people.
He slowly, and I don't know how long, came to a crossroad and stopped.
It wasn't because he had reached the destination, but because he saw something strange not far ahead.
It was two black shadows, like broken wood, with a bright red in the middle.
Lu Xin looked intently, only to find that it was a man lying on the ground, his body was cut into two parts, a part of which was deeply dented in the middle, and the dark red blood plasma and the crushed internal organs flowed all over the floor. , and a large part of it was stuck to the ground.
It appears to be a man in a car accident.
From this tragic scene, Lu Xin could guess how tragic the scene of the car accident was at that time.
When he stopped to look at this tragic man, the upper half of the man also seemed to sense that someone was looking at him.
Pressing against the ground, with his back to Lu Xin's head, he suddenly slowly, mechanically, turned around.
The eyes and nostrils that had squeezed out the blood were all red, and they stared at Lu Xin blankly.
"Clap clap clap..."
Suddenly, his two arms slid hard on the ground, dragging half of his body and crawling towards Lu Xin.
Perhaps it was because of the lack of half of his body, he was crawling very fast.
Lu Xin just stood here so quietly, watching him crawling towards him quickly, dragging out a long dark red.
But just as he was about to crawl to his feet, his body became lighter and lighter until it disappeared completely.
Looking up, the back half of his body was also gone, as was the sticky red substance on the ground.
As if it was all just an illusion.
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"But if it's an illusion, isn't there a bit more of an illusion here?"
Lu Xin thought slowly, dragged his suitcase and continued to walk forward.
Gradually, he felt that there were more and more strange things in this city.
There was a car parked on the side of the road, and there was a man with a pale face in the car, quietly holding a pot of charcoal fire inside the closed car window.
There was a girl whose head fell into pieces like peanuts, carrying a shoe and crying quietly downstairs.
There was also a man with a knife stuck in his stomach, holding the gushing intestines in his hands, and passed himself helplessly over his shoulders.
How is this city
Lu Xin walked past these shadows, whether they were real or illusory, and thought quietly.
He didn't think it was a deliberate illusion created by someone.
Because the stories and emotions of these people don't seem like they can be fabricated out of thin air...
So, this should be someone who once existed in this city, right
They should have quietly disappeared in the city long ago, but now they have returned to that miserable scene.
"Huh..."
Lu Xin looked at the watch worth 200,000 yuan.
It is twelve fifty-eight now.
Two hours later, that is, at 1:30 in the morning, it was still half an hour away from what Tinder said when it issued the alert.
That is to say, these strange scenes are not intentionally created by Tinder.
So, why did these people appear
…
Lu Xin pondered this question, and came to a small river. There was a row of benches in front of him. On the bench sat an old man with a hooded head and a dirty face, holding a round bottle in his hand. Xin sat down beside her slowly.
He still didn't think about where he should hide, but he was a little tired from walking.
Sitting next to the bench, I saw the old man's livid face and smelled the extremely pungent smell of the liquid.
Lu Xin sighed softly and took out the cigarette.
The old man on the side was silent, slowly twisting his stiff neck, his red-spotted eyes fixed on him.
Lu Xin lit a cigarette, scratched his hair, and turned to look at the old man.
He glanced at the bottle first, and said in surprise, "Paraquat?"
The old man didn't say a word, and still just looked at him silently, with a cold face that didn't look like a living person.
Lu Xin sighed sympathetically and said, "Aren't your children filial?"
The old man was still silent, but the coldness in his eyes seemed to be more intense.
The cold air on his body seemed to be released and spread to Lu Xin.
Lu Xin looked at her more sympathetically and said softly, "I heard that drinking this is very painful..."
"… "
The old man was silent, and after a while, the figure slowly faded and disappeared on the bench.
Lu Xin finally stretched his body, stretched out his arms, placed it lightly on the back of the bench, and let out a long sigh.
This bench finally belongs to me alone.
Tinder is just too insidious.
He used the method of letting the people in the city take the initiative to go to sleep, but he made himself, an outsider, suddenly do not know what to do.
Anyway, if I let myself go to sleep now, I dare not sleep.
Simply, just wait for him here...
Thinking of this, Lu Xin was vaguely looking forward to the arrival of 1:30 in the morning.
Looking at the time on the watch over and over again, Lu Xin patiently sat on the bench and waited for that time to come.
Gradually, he felt that the surroundings were getting colder and colder, as if the temperature had been taken away by some mysterious force.
The air became more and more humid, and it seemed that there were some unknown substances, wet and sticky, with a sweet taste.
This belongs to... This seems to belong to the blood
Lu Xin was slightly alert, looked up, and saw a looming mist rising from the black river in front of him.
"click click..."
The second hand moved little by little, getting closer and closer to 1:30.
Until Lu Xin stared at the second hand for five full circles, and finally the minute hand trembled slightly at the "12" position.
"woo..."
Suddenly an alarm sounded, but it was much lower than the previous alarm.
At the same time, Lu Xin suddenly raised his head, and suddenly heard the sound of neat and heavy boots landing.
Qi shushu, heavy, filled the city.
Swish swish! Swish swish!
Getting louder and heavier, mixed in the oppressive air, quickly approaching from the edge of the city.