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This is a small European-style two-story building. The small building looks a little old, and the mottled red brick walls are covered with creepers.
The night was as dark as ink, and in front of the window sill on the second floor, a woman sat there looking at the outside world.
Under the reflection of the light, her fair and beautiful face was extremely pale. Although it was a winter night, fine beads of sweat kept dripping from her forehead.
There are a few clear blood marks on the slender neck, from the neck to the white sweater on the body, and a bloody flower is painted on the sweater.
Under the night, a hideous color appeared.
The cigarette on the right hand has been burning for a long time, and she took a lot of effort to finally bring the cigarette to her mouth, took a sharp puff, and then coughed violently.
On the palm tree outside the window, the owl stared at the woman for a long time with its round eyes.
Seeing that the woman didn't move for a while, it finally couldn't hold back and let out a cry.
This kind of cry was as eerie and desolate as a ghost, which made the woman tremble involuntarily.
Going on like this is not an option, things have already happened, so they have to be resolved, right?
?The hand that pulled out the mobile phone number was trembling. The simple three numbers, the alarm call 110, could not always be pressed, and it was pressed to 100 after several times.
The last time, it finally succeeded. The beeping sound on the other end of the phone, every time it rang, the heart beat violently.
When the third sound came, a nice female voice came from the other end.
"Hello, this is the Haiyang City 110 Command Center"
She held her breath, not knowing what to say.
"Hi, may I help you?"
"Hello, this is the 110 command center, please speak."
"Hello¡¡"
The owl outside the window started howling again. She woke up suddenly and could not call the police, absolutely not.
Hanging up the phone with trembling hands, 110 then called back.
"Hello?"
"Hello."
The 110 operator is very humorous: "Miss, I am the 110 command center here. If it is convenient for you to talk, please laugh a few times to prove that you are really fine. If it is not convenient, please don't say anything. Listen to me, okay?"
"Hahaha 110 command center? What's the matter?"
"Miss, after you dialed the 110 emergency number with this number just now, there has been no sound. May I ask what happened to you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm fine here, probably the dog at home accidentally dialed the emergency call just now."
"It's okay, as long as you're fine."
The phone was hung up, and the sweat on his forehead was dripping like water.
The owl outside fluttered to the pine tree near the window at this time.
A pair of evil eyeballs stared at the woman, opened his mouth and began to yell again.
This mourning bird is so fucking annoying, the more flustered it is, the louder it sings, and sooner or later it will have to be killed.
The woman stood up, went to the bathroom, took off the sweater on her body, and washed the blood on her neck with clean water.
Looking at her flustered look in the mirror, the woman tried her best to gather herself and calm herself down.
Then he went back to the bedroom, put on a sweater and went downstairs.
A red jeep was parked in the yard on the first floor, and there were some camping items in the trunk.
Sleeping bags, tents, barbecue grills, simple gas stoves.
She rummaged through it and found the black sleeping bag. This sleeping bag was bought to go camping with her boyfriend at the beach at Christmas, and it was useless now.
At this time, she needs this sleeping bag.
In the lobby on the first floor, the scarlet curtains were pulled up, and the dead bird ran to the first floor at some point, fluttering its wings and pounced on the window glass.
On the gray-white floor, lay a person, a man, with a pool of blood under his head scattered in an irregular state.
Except for the man, white porcelain pieces were broken on the floor, and bloodstains were dotted on the white porcelain pieces.
Like a huge cuttlefish, the man stretched out its tentacles, struggling in the middle of a piece of white porcelain.
Panting heavily, the woman unfolded the sleeping bag beside the man, put the man into the sleeping bag with great effort, and then closed the zipper.
In the meantime, the sharp tiles made a few cuts in her hands, but she didn't realize it.
The sleeping bag containing the man's body was quite heavy, and the woman tried to carry him on her shoulders, but failed after several attempts.
I had to drag my sleeping bag forward, staggering all the way, there were two steps at the gate on the first floor, and when I worked hard, the sound of the man's head hitting the steps was clearly audible, with a smell of fear.
After more than ten minutes, the car drove out of the yard and onto the not spacious country road.
With a trembling sound from the accelerator, she tremblingly took out a cigarette and a lighter from the bridge.
The lighter didn't work well all night, and it couldn't be lit for a long time.
When she realized that there was a turn ahead, it was already too late, and the front of the car slammed into the unnamed tree.
The tree is thick enough, and the car is strong enough.
I used to like to travel by car, and a metal front bumper was added to the front of the car.
The speed is not fast, such a collision, except for the dizziness of the brain, the car and the tree are fine.
When the reverse gear was engaged, the car reversed violently and then moved forward.
The car drove out of the country road, and then drove all the way along the seawall. She was very familiar with this seawall. Many times when she was looking for inspiration, she would always drive here for a walk.
The seawall has been abandoned for a long time. It is said that this seawall used to be an important traffic road. Since the completion of the Haiyang Bridge, this long seawall road has withdrawn from the stage of history.
There was little monitoring along the way, and at several major intersections, she deliberately drove into the path next to the seawall, and then turned to the main road in a rough turn.
At the end of the seawall, an undeveloped beach was hidden among the reeds. Next to the reeds was a cement bridge. She didn't know what the bridge was used for.
Standing on the Duantou Bridge, watching the sunrise and sunset is a different kind of scenery.
Once she asked a local, what is the use of this dead end bridge?
The man said that under the broken bridge is an underground passage leading to the city.
To put it bluntly, it is the waste water discharge outlet. No wonder this beach has not been developed. Just imagine, what would it be like for tourists to swim in a piece of waste water?
The car drove all the way to the end of the Duantou bridge. Under the bridge, there was a vast ocean, and the sound of waves beating against the concrete and stone walls was very clear.
Except for the two headlights in front of the car, it was dark all around.
Opening the backup bridge, dragging the sleeping bag down, using both hands and feet, with a plop, the sleeping bag and the person fell into the sea.
The sound of the waves was still the same, the car hit the gas pedal fully and fell backwards.
On the long seawall, the red jeep was driving in the night. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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