After accompany the customer to dinner, Liao Jie insisted not to call the drunk driver.
He won’t go home tonight.
He knows a mountain road that leads directly to villas in the suburbs. The road conditions are a bit poor, but it is very hidden, and there will never be traffic police blocking the road for inspection.
The cold moonlight came into the car window. Liao Jie looked back. The female secretary was lying unconscious in the back seat of the car.
Liao Jie smiled obscenely, looking forward to the joy of clouds and rain tonight. But he immediately dispelled this thought. The doctor said that he should try to keep his mind calm, and he repeatedly warned himself.
The black Mercedes-Benz sports car continued to gallop awkwardly on the mountain path, spewing out dust and mud all the way. Everything seemed to be going well, even the hissing of the wild cats in the distant mountains sounded like a happy prelude, until-with a bang, the car bumped violently and rushed to the side of the road. Liao Jie tensed his nerves, squeezed the steering wheel, and slammed on the brakes. Accompanied by the harsh friction of tires and the road, the car stopped. Liao Jie fixedly looked ahead, the bare rock was glowing with a faint maroon, like dried blood. The car almost hit the mountain.
Liao Jie let out a sigh of relief, but immediately realized that when he was not happy, he should have hit something just now.
He opened the car door, and the mountain wind was harsh, and it hit his face fiercely, like a quenched knife. He saw what he didn’t want to see most, and the black shadow on the gravel road not far away could vaguely tell that it was a person.
“Damn!” He took a spit of phlegm and looked around. The mountain road hovering up was deadly silent. The taillights of the car hit behind him, dragging out a long shadow. , Covered on the man’s white dress. Liao Jie shuddered, wrapped his coat tightly, and walked over on tiptoe.
Lying upright on the ground is a thin middle-aged woman. Her eyes are closed and she doesn’t move. What she is wearing is actually a mourning suit! Liao Jie took a breath, squatted down and put his fingers in front of the woman’s nostrils. There was no breath at all, and he retracted his hand like an electric shock. If he was a little drunk just now, he was completely awake now.
c1();
Suddenly, the woman opened her eyes, half of her body shook violently, and instantly she sat up, her two shriveled hands firmly grasping his chest . Liao Jie struggled to get away and sat on the ground staggeringly. He saw the woman slowly twisting half of her face, and at the same time snoring in her throat, staring at him with blood-red eyes.
“Dead-cat-hanging-tree-head.” The woman said every word.
Liao Jie drew back in shock and suddenly touched some soft object. He lowered his head and found that he was pressing on a black plastic bag. Plastic bags are bulging, rustling in the evening breezering.
The woman pointed directly at the plastic bag, and her hoarse voice sounded again: “Dead cats hang on tree heads, dead cats hang on tree heads…”
Liao Jiefei Running towards the car, before the door could be closed, he slammed on the accelerator. The shadowy trees on the side of the road whizzed past, and the figure of the woman in the rearview mirror became smaller and smaller until it was submerged in the darkness.
The dead cat hangs on the tree. When Liao Jie was a child, he heard the grandmother in the country talk about it. It is said that it is the custom of dealing with dead cats. Dare to meet a rural woman who came out to hang a dead cat. Since she can move and talk, she didn’t kill anyone. Thinking of this, Liao Jie breathed a sigh of relief.
c2();
But he was still in shock, and every beat of his heart seemed to burst open. He couldn’t help but stretch out a hand and press it on his aching chest—according to the doctor, his heart couldn’t stand such a strong stimulation.
He reached out to take out the medicine in his shirt pocket. The medicine was gone, but there was another piercing object. When he took it out, it turned out to be a ball of turquoise Paper, you can vaguely see the pattern printed on it. Liao Jie unfolded the paper with difficulty, and when he took a closer look, he was shocked in a cold sweat. This is clearly a Ming note with a small denomination of only 9. What is even more weird is that the Ming note is wearing a flat crown. The king of Hades has a cat face! A string of crooked bright red numbers hung underneath the cat’s face, which was particularly eye-catching. He was about to take a closer look, but he heard a muffled noise. A cloud of black shadow hit the windshield and bounced off. Liao Jie had to brake hard again-this time the car almost ran off the cliff.
What the hell? Liao Jie panted heavily, poked his head out and looked back. When the smoke settled, there was a black plastic bag lying in the middle of Huangni Road, bulging, just like the one he had just pressed under his hand.
The dead cat hangs on the tree. The woman’s face immediately appeared in his mind, and what was in the plastic bag was… he got goose bumps, as if the palms were rancid.
“Fuck!” Liao Jie gritted his teeth and cursed, let go of the brakes and continue on the road. He looked straight ahead and carefully turned the steering wheel. He didn’t want to bump into something dirty anymore, “You’re good, you sleep dimly.”
No one answered, and there was no sound. I haven’t heard the female secretary’s murmur for quite a while. The car was terribly cold, and the faint cat cry from a distance slipped into the gap of the car window, licking his eardrums. The back seat of the car in the mirror was pitch black, and Liao Jie felt that something was wrong the more he thought about it. The moment the seat lights were turned on, he yelled out, one by one, the female secretary was long gone on the cushion, replaced by a bulging black plastic bag.