The car of death “There have been several homicides in this city recently. It is said that this was caused by a severely ill patient who escaped from the mental hospital. Now the police are sending a large number of people to search for this person…” The latest place is broadcast on the radio news. Mrs. Miller and her husband drove to Dr. Jim’s house while driving the radio in the car. After hearing this news, both of them panicked.
Dr. Jim is a good friend of the Miller couple. Today, a friend party will be held in his house. The Miller couple went to the appointment. Dr. Jim’s family lives in the suburbs, and the surrounding farmland is very desolate. To reach his house, he has to pass through a wood. The road is hard to recognize, and people are often lost there. “George, this road doesn’t seem right. It should be turned by the redwood just now,” said Mrs. Miller. “Really, dear, let me take a look at the map.” Mr. Miller stopped the car and took out the map to read it. After looking at it for a while, Mr. Miller said, “Emma, you are right, we should turn there.” Then he turned and turned back. After a long delay in the forest, the car finally drove out there, and the farmland appeared in front of us. It was not long before Mr. Miller realized that they were still on the wrong path. There is a farm between the road they are on and the road in front of Dr. Jem’s house, which means they have to cross this farm to reach Dr. Jem’s house. The troublesome thing came, and the car turned off when it drove to the farm. Mr. Miller came down to check and found that the frequency of the electricity was broken, so he decided to go to the farm to find someone to help. She told her wife to stay in the car, but don’t come out, but Mrs. Miller thought of the news just now, afraid of leaving alone. “Emma, you have to stay in the car because of the news just now. I think it’s dangerous outside. I’m going to go back quickly. By the way, you have locked the windows of the car from the inside. It’s under the seat, so you can’t see anyone inside. You won’t open it no matter who knocks on the door later. If I come back, I will knock on the roof three times before you open the door. Okay, dear Yes, it can’t be delayed any longer. It’s getting late, and I’m going to go. You’ll do what I say.” Late, Mr. Miller left.
After Mrs. Miller locked the windows, she hid under the rear seat. She lay there alone, feeling that after a long time, she began to worry about her husband, but she did not dare to look up, and the terrifying news kept repeating in her mind. I don’t know how long it took. Mrs. Miller heard a noise outside the car. Someone knocked on the door, and the sound was very rapid. Who will it be? Is it George? No, no, George said he would knock on the roof when he came back. Is it the mental patient? Mrs. Miller thought of it cranky, and she became more and more afraid. She curled up and covered her ears with her hands, trying to keep herself as calm as possible. After a while, the knock on the door disappeared, and then there was a loud knocking sound from the roof. Mrs. Miller almost scared out, but she still held her breath and accepted that she did not want to listen. the sound of. After a while, the knocking sound on the top became slowerSlowed, and became rhythmic. “One…two…three” Mrs. Miller counted the percussion sounds in her heart. She wished to hear only three sounds, because that represented her husband’s return. Unfortunately, the sound of percussion continued from the roof. Mrs. Miller counted them at once, and the percussion sound would change its rhythm from time to time.
Mrs. Miller didn’t know when she fell asleep, and when she opened her eyes, the morning light had shone through the car window. The sound of the roof still didn’t disappear, she couldn’t hold it anymore, and she decided to summon the courage to go out and see, what was the sound on the roof all night. At this moment, two policemen knocked on the door outside the car, and Mrs. Miller hurriedly opened the door. The police saw her telling her to sit in the car and don’t come out. Then she brought a coat to wrap her and Mrs. Miller walked out of the car with the help of two policemen. The police told her to leave without looking back, but her curiosity made her eager to see what was ringing above her head all night. She glanced at it again. It was a scene she would never forget in her life. It was the most terrible scene in the world. She saw his husband’s body being hung by a twine under a tree beside the car, and the sound of the night was actually the sound of her husband’s feet patting the roof of the car. As for rhythm, it is the difference between the strength of the wind.
It is said that the mentally ill person is still fleeing to this day. But was Mr. Miller killed by the mentally ill person, or this was not artificial, humming~ who can make it clear…
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