In the spring of 1989, good weather for outings.
A red Polish Leeds carries the whole family. The road ahead is at least two kilometers straight. Not far away is a dry bridge, where people play like colorful dots jumping under the bridge.
The car was filled with anger. The wheels ran over the grass beside the road, splashing a touch of tender green.
Dad sits in the cab. Drive. Listen to the song. Meet up with the mother and daughter sitting behind. In short, very comfortable. A man with a successful career can go out with his family in his spare time. It is indeed a good way to reduce stress.
The wind is so strong that it blows out of the car window. The pleasant man suddenly noticed something red in the rearview mirror. He opened the window and wiped it with a rag. Safety is very important, not at all. Not to mention crossing the bridge.
At the same time, people picnicking, chatting, flying kites and playing guitar under the bridge all looked at the bridge. According to eyewitness Lu Shanguo, a red car rushed across the dry bridge guardrail and crossed the horizon with a beautiful arc, like a huge bird.
People just thought it was a traffic accident, and the wreckage was quickly dragged away. The corpse burned black, making the forensic doctor unable to distinguish.
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The cause of the accident is unknown. As a general traffic accident, the relevant photos and materials are located in the traffic police file No. 178. Nobody cares.
Until one day, an old policeman accidentally inspected another traffic accident that happened almost 1.8 kilometers across the dry bridge. After careful reasoning, he connected the victim’s family to a poor motorcyclist.
The first case—the driver’s death tremor
Dad hummed and happily wiped the mirror.
The mirror exaggerates its reflection surface to the four sides. Someone has some kind of fear of unclear reason in the mirror, why? God knows. Theoretically, it should be biased at times, people will see things that should never be seen in the mirror. For example…
Thinking of this, Dad couldn’t help but laugh with self-deprecation-after so many years of party education, there is nothing in the world that Marxism-Leninism atheism can’t explain. .
What’s more, the mirror is there, just like a timid woman, honestly.
When Dad cleaned the mirror and was about to retract his hand, there were a few red drops. It’s like a joke. fatherA little impatient, but subconsciously, he reached over and wiped again.
After 0.01 seconds, the joke became bigger, and a red liquid was poured on the mirror. The father’s hand on the body of the mirror was too late to retract, 0. After 02 seconds, a watermelon-like ball hit his father’s leg from the outside with heavy weight. Watermelon flesh with red blood. I jumped twice on my dad’s lap.
Dad suddenly felt that he had returned from tremor to illusory unreality, and he tried hard to calm himself down. But he suddenly felt that there was a line of sight shooting at him from the most unlikely place. His gaze moved down from the dry bridge not far ahead…the steering wheel was making the wheels straight forward…the speedometer showed 90 kilometers per hour…
Between the source of the abnormal thing and his legs, the watermelon-shaped sphere.