17 Chapter 17 (Three in One)
◎With no money and no one, it makes sense to use your car as collateral for your debts, right?◎
The dim street lights illuminated the driver and his "relatives", casting strange, long, twisted shadows on the path.
Their heads and necks stretched out little by little, and their swollen and wriggling necks slid like snakes, like non-existent shadows, passing through the vehicles in front of them.
But he could only follow Ye Ping'an and stare at her defenseless back.
The moment the cardboard box closed, the pale faces crawling on the ground raised themselves up at the same time, their cloudy eyeballs moved slightly, and their vicious gazes turned to the gap in the cardboard box.
After seeing the guests off, Ye Ping'an returned the same way.
Ye Ping'an took a step forward, and the distorted shadows receded and dissipated a little. As the shadows disappeared, they retreated faster and faster.
After going around the bus blocking the last corner, the driver and his relatives were still there, heads touching as if whispering to each other.
Their outlines were blurred under the dim street lights, and only by looking closely could one notice some subtle differences from before.
Some were bloated, with strange ridges and bumps bulging beneath their skin, as if their bones were dislocated, or as if more than one person were crammed into a cheap leather suit. Some had necks that were tilted like soft dough, pressed so closely against the neck of the person next to them that their heads looked like they might fall off at any moment.
The road behind them was dark, with cars jammed together. They had just seen off a customer, but it felt like there were no fewer people, even more.
...It's like a self-reproducing thread and noodle.
Ye Pingan glanced behind them and asked, "Is anyone else coming?"
But it’s better with new people. You can make more than two dollars by reselling a bottle of Coke. The more people there are, the better.
After all, the driver was in the wrong for calling so many people. Where else could you find such easy-going customers outside of this place?
No one answered Ye Ping'an's question. They didn't even move their feet, only their eyes were still fixed on her.
Ye Pingan stretched out his hand and waved it in front of their eyes. "Hey, why are you all standing there? Come with me to get in the car. Don't want to take the car I drive? It's okay, I drive very steadily."
She looks quite large, and the people who drive buses and taxis should have some sense of propriety. Why does she have to be told to move? No one is following her?
For the sake of the money, Ye Ping'an accompanied the person to the end, and walked back with one of the driver's relatives in each hand.
When Ye Ping'an returned to the van, he was stunned.
The empty cardboard box lay open, pressed against the side of the door, just as she had left it, out of the way. There were no footprints on the newspaper covering the carriage, so it was obvious no one had been on the train.
“…Where are they?”
Ye Pingan turned his dangerous gaze towards the two people he had just pulled over. "You were all fine when you agreed to it, but you slipped away as soon as I left? Are you kidding me or just trying to gather some numbers? I only realized I ordered too much after I had already ordered the quantity. Who's going to compensate me for the deposit?"
Ye Pingan patted the shoulder of a relative who was a driver. "If you really don't want to go, just tell me. Do you think I'll force you? Give me a definite answer whether you want to get in the car or not."
The fat body was shaking when being slapped, and the "relative" stared at her straightly, and her facial features, which were already squeezed together and covered by fat, seemed to be even more distorted.
His face slowly turned towards the car door, his joints made a creepy crackling sound, and his arm was raised stiffly, pointing at the cardboard box.
"You chose to get on the bus?" Ye Pingan smiled happily. "You have good taste. Let's hurry up, there are dozens of people waiting behind. Get on the bus, get on the bus."
Ye Pingan helped those who were too heavy to move onto the bus by pushing their shoulders, one by one. When he felt them move, he immediately turned around and hurried to pick up the next group of people.
The two driver "relatives" were pushed and swayed, leaning towards the car, their eyes fixed on the empty box inside. Their stiff hands wavered, pulling at the remaining slime threads on the outside of the cardboard box.
As if their fall had created a wind, the cardboard box swayed and moved towards the car door. The box mouth opened wide, and it rolled up and stood up, just enough to cover the two heads.
The body wrapped in a cardboard box was bent down from the waist, and the pale skin was swollen unnaturally.
Like forcibly stretched plasticine, the skin cracked bit by bit, revealing the lifeless, gray, rotten muscles underneath. Extra tiny hands and feet covered with smelly black mucus stretched out from the cracks in the skin, grabbing the edge of the cardboard box and trying to tear it apart forcibly.
"Zizizi——Please get in the car——"
A sound exactly like the one coming from the car radio came from the cardboard box, as if the thing trapped was not a person, but part of a car.
Through a layer of cardboard, the sound was faint and muffled like a growl, and it died away halfway through.
The two pale faces were swallowed into the cardboard box bit by bit, leaving only half of the elongated body outside, twisting like a snake.
When Ye Ping'an pulled the new guest over, he saw two people squeezed in with boxes on their backs. Their heads and shoulders were gone, and even their beer bellies were tucked in and couldn't be seen.
Only the baggy trouser legs were left hanging on the ground, swaying as they stood, proving that there was still someone here.
Ye Pingan was puzzled. "Is this the new popular square dance? The pullover dance?"
The two newly arrived driver "relatives" slowly raised their heads, as if they were curious, and their heads stretched out so that their necks buried in the fat were exposed.
Without waiting for her to help push, they took the initiative to step forward and stand behind the person covered with the cardboard box.
Even though it was difficult for the two of them to raise their hands and their flesh was squeezed so hard that it was deformed, they still reached out to grab the cardboard box together.
Drops of mucus oozed from the edges of the fingers, clearly ghost hands like tree branches growing out of the shadows, tearing the cardboard box in all directions.
The quiet cardboard box swayed slightly, as if someone inside was pulling it while someone outside was still pulling. Four people pulled the cardboard box and stopped in front of the car door, their limbs squeezed together and twisting lively, which was a bit jarring.
Is it that she doesn't understand the culture of the new world, or that she doesn't understand these middle-aged and elderly men? Didn't Xiao Xia mention that everyone has a mysterious hobby of drilling into cardboard boxes?
Ye Pingan hesitated to speak, "The dust from the cardboard box is quite large... If you think it's in the way, just move it aside."
The few people didn't react at all, concentrating on playing with pushing cardboard boxes, and I don't know if they heard it or not.
"Okay, I'll go get the others then."
Ye Pingan was too lazy to care and turned around to continue attracting customers. He opened his phone and searched as he walked:
"How to quickly take away dozens of uncooperative people with only two hands."
You can't really make more than ten trips, right?
The answers online were all over the place. Some said they kidnapped him, some coerced him into submission, some killed everyone but two, some found an alien and mutated them into the Thousand-Armed Guanyin...
Ye Pingan twitched his lips and closed the webpage, feeling that the search was a mistake: "Every one of them is a lawless lunatic, polluting the big data. Am I such a dishonest person?"
Just as I was about to put away my phone, a chat box popped up.
Car dealer Lao Liu: [Boss Ye, where have you been? I heard there was a psychopath on the highway who deliberately crashed into other cars and caused an accident. Are you okay?]
Car accident?
Ye Ping'an looked back at the small van that drove out, then looked up at the bus parked across the road.
Well, my oily skin is not broken.
There was no surveillance on the small road, and the people who came were all relatives of the driver, so it didn't cause any trouble for others.
No matter how you look at it, the car accident had nothing to do with her.
Ye Ping'an replied that he would go back soon and quickened his pace.
Just as I grabbed the two new guests, several figures slid out silently from the shadows.
The driver's relatives who were standing there finally moved their steps. The few people in the front moved forward a little and squeezed in front of Ye Ping'an.
Ye Pingan was happy, "Are you impatient? Then let's go by our own, come on, let's go together."
This made her feel much more relaxed. The few people who came out followed without waiting for Ye Pingan to pull them.
Practice makes perfect. When he saw several new customers running up to play with the cardboard boxes, their hands seemed to be glued to the boxes, Ye Ping'an could just ignore them.
It's just a cardboard box, just play with it, it's not her clothes or the floor of the store that will get dirty anyway.
One, two, three, more and more drivers' relatives took the initiative to follow Ye Ping'an.
The cardboard box shook even more violently, punctuated by the faint hum of a motor and the incoherent sound of a broadcast. Looking closely, the outlines of faces occasionally bulged outward from the surface, deforming the otherwise supple and smooth outer shell.
But looking at the driver's relatives surrounding the cardboard box, Ye Ping'an felt it was understandable.
Not to mention the cardboard boxes, even a person would be deformed if being pulled by so many hands in tug-of-war.
After running back and forth several times, Ye Ping'an once again bypassed the bus and saw the remaining dozens of driver relatives standing in front, walking forward on their own initiative without saying a word.
There were strands of black slime on the road. They walked past Ye Ping'an without hearing any footsteps or even seeing them lift their feet. It was as if they were riding on a conveyor belt, sliding forward rapidly.
"Hey, are there a new group of guests? Why are you walking so fast now? Have you ever learned opera? Your round steps are so perfect, you don't even move your shoulders."
Ye Pingan was relieved and let them go to the car by themselves. She glanced at the car where the driver was waiting before, and there was no one in the car or outside.
"The family looks so much alike that I didn't even notice the driver was the same as before. Look at his new car. When will I be able to buy a new one?"
Ye Pingan turned back and said, "Everyone is here, we can drive now."
The car body shook, and the faces crawling away from the road in the shadows disappeared one by one.
As each figure left, the driver in the car grew shorter and thinner, sinking deeper and deeper into the driver's seat. Only an increasingly distorted face remained, pressed against the bottom of the seat like a printed pattern.
"Everyone should be on the bus and seated, right? If there's really no room, just drive the bus. They can drive anyway. We can go there and come back together, so it's convenient to move together and we can all pay together at the end." Ye Ping'an's calculations were clattering.
The street lights illuminated the small van, and the cardboard boxes appeared particularly large, filling the entire car.
The red words printed on the surface of the cardboard box were also deformed and completely unrecognizable. Chunks of blood-red were scattered on the surface, like splashes of blood being squeezed out.
Only a few intact figures were left standing outside the car, pulling the lids of the cardboard boxes, reaching out to grab the pale faces inside or tearing the cards apart.
There were soft and thick white ropes clamped at the mouth of the box. Only by looking carefully could you see the deformed patterns on the trouser legs. It turned out to be the driver's "relative" whose torso was swallowed into the cardboard box.
They were trembling slightly, and the parts hanging on the ground moved backwards. They swam like snakes, stretching and pulling their upper bodies, trying to retreat, but they couldn't get out of the box.
Hands, claw marks, and the outlines of human faces kept appearing on the walls of the box, as if countless people were frantically pounding and tearing at the cardboard box in their struggle. Pale, ghostly faces flashed through the cracks in the lid, only to be locked back in before they could wriggle out.
The bulging cardboard box was like a torn stretch cloth, with the lid squeezed half open, holding a pale ghost face hanging on the edge, stuck in place.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the cardboard box and the pale ghost face began to tremble at the same time.
It was like a car had been crammed into the box, ramming madly against the walls in a desperate attempt to find a way out. The box shook violently, but the noise was muffled and indistinct, trapped inside.
"Gurgle..."
A creepy, sticky swallowing sound was heard from inside the cardboard box, and the pale flesh and blood stuck at the box mouth disappeared suddenly at a faster speed.
The closed lid of the box was like a rubber band stretched to its limit. Amidst the sound of twisting friction, the inside of the lid became pitch black, swallowing up the last few standing figures like a black hole, clamping down on the ghost faces struggling to squirm out, and pressing them down tightly.
The outer wall of the cardboard box bulged and rolled with difficulty in the direction away from the sound of footsteps.
"Drivers, let's go—"
Ye Ping'an walked back to the van, and his enthusiastic voice stopped abruptly.
The carriage was in a mess, and the newspapers on the floor were flying everywhere as if they had been blown by a strong wind.
The cardboard box rolled into the grass by the roadside, bulging as if inflated, a complete loss of its original square form. It twitched and shook like a balloon poised to burst. From the cracks in the cardboard's edges dripped a stream of sticky, foul-smelling sewage.
Ye Ping'an's smile froze on his face, his eyes widened, and he looked ahead in disbelief.
Where are the people?!
She'd painstakingly run back and forth to get all the passengers on board, but they were all gone. There were at least a hundred people in total! After messing with the suitcase like this, they just vanished?
In a stunned moment, the cardboard box rolling forward froze in Ye Ping'an's sight, the outer shell trembling and making a sound of being unable to bear the weight.
Phew——!
Like a giant deflated tire, the cardboard ball, expanded to its limit, exploded.
Crash!
The black mucus spurting out of the cardboard box instantly submerged the grass, but not a drop splashed in Ye Ping'an's direction.
The foul-smelling slime flowed everywhere like a dam bursting, no longer moving, as if it had completely ceased to be a "living thing" and had turned into real sewage. Mixed in with the sewage were many pieces of tattered clothes, a strange white mud, long nails and clumps of hair.
The cardboard box exploded in the grass, leaving only a tattered bottom.
It lay motionless, limp and wet in the sticky stain, like someone had vomited on the ground. The irregular edges looked as if they had been corroded by strong acid or gnawed by wild animals, and thrown on the roadside, it would be garbage that no one would pick up.
"Driver! Get out of here!"
Ye Ping'an's face darkened as he swore, "I was kind enough to wipe out your compensation and take you out to buy drinks. And you, after agreeing to do so, ran off and ran away. This is the third time you've tried to run away! You've messed with the box like this, were you dancing or dismantling a car? And you even threw trash in there after you were done! You were just waiting for me to come back and get you tormented, weren't you? You're a bunch of uncultured, wicked bastards!"
Ye Pingan grew angrier as he spoke. "I finally found this durable cardboard box. Such a good box would have cost at least ten yuan! The garbage is so dirty, and the smell is awful. Did you dig it out of a sewer or a methane tank? It would have cost thousands just to change clothes and wash the car. Luckily, I didn't get blown up! I've never seen people as vicious as you!"
"Pay me money! Pay me for my emotional distress! Pay me for washing my car and buying new clothes!"
All the empty vehicles in the convoy trembled slightly at Ye Ping'an's roar, and the cardboard fragments soaked in the sewage seemed to be shaking as well.
The driver, who was huddled in the driver's seat, slid his face down again.
Looking around the intersection, there was no one.
Ye Pingan sneered repeatedly, "This is the third time. Do you think I can't do anything to you just because the person ran away? What a joke. The monk can run away, but the temple cannot. With no money and no people, it's reasonable to use the car to pay off the debt, right?"
Ye Ping'an was just about to go up and get the key for the nearest bus when he heard a clicking sound under his feet.
Every time you stepped on the step, a hole was left, and the paint was scratched off, exposing the car body underneath which was covered with yellow-brown rust and rust holes.
Crunch—bang!
The swampy black water that had seeped all over the bus had vanished, leaving only sticky traces. The last traces of the black liquid vanished from the bus, and the front of the car collapsed instantly, as if struck by an invisible hammer.
The entire car sank suddenly, and the metal frame seemed to have completely lost its support. It deformed and made a series of teeth-grinding squeaks, and fell heavily to the ground!
The collapsed bus stirred up a choking cloud of dust and smoke, bringing with it even more stench.
In the shattered carriage, there were large holes in the floor, and many corpses could be vaguely seen lying quietly inside.
In the blink of an eye, the bus that was still drivable just now turned into a pile of metal garbage.
“??? No way?”
Ye Ping'an quickly passed the bus and went around to the back intersection.
The bus vibrated like the first domino to fall.
The dust at the intersection rose like thick fog, and the paint on the surfaces of cars fell off one after another, exposing the metal bodies that were already in a terrible state.
Most of their front ends were dented, as if they had experienced more than one severe collision or squeezing.
Some carriages had cracked skylights, covered in a layer of dried, dark brown stains. Others had the eerie white character "葬" (Dian) painted on their surfaces, their metal frames cracked and warped, sealing the carriages like iron coffins.
This is clearly a pile of car accident wreckage that has been abandoned for who knows how long.
If you didn't see it with your own eyes, no one would believe that they were still speeding at the intersection just ten minutes ago.
Ye Ping'an pointed at the car team with his hands shaking with anger, and said angrily, "Okay, what a bunch of old foxes! They drove out a renovated car that had been repainted and had been in an accident, and they didn't even repair it. The paint started to fall off after just a short time of driving. Are they just trying to scam people?!
"You think you can blame me? You want to deny my debt again? No way! There's a car dealership and a junkyard right next door!"
Ye Ping'an rushed into the flying dust with great momentum, and when he saw several cars blocking the bus, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Hmm? Where's the van the driver was last in?"
Compared to the van he had driven, Ye Pingan was quite impressed by the new car. But now, the only thing left in its place was the three-wheeled Lao Tou Le that had been behind it.
Ye Ping'an quickly scanned the surroundings and immediately saw the blurry car body floating in the dust and mist.
"Don't run, I saw you."
Starting from the collapse of the bus, the remaining strands of black slime began to move with difficulty. They crawled out of one car after another and squirmed onto the same car.
The only car that drove out of the convoy had most of its body already driven into the shadows, but under Ye Ping'an's gaze, it gradually became clear again.
The pale ghost face floating on the seat slipped away and flowed onto the floor of the carriage like melted water.
When Ye Ping'an caught up with the car, he found it was empty.
"The brakes were not locked and it landed?"
A streak of pale mud was wriggling slightly on the floor of the carriage, but it was unable to get out of the carriage again.
Ye Ping'an stuck his head into the car to take a look, then opened the door.
The van seemed even newer and more beautiful than the casual glimpse I had just had. It wasn't even covered in dust as it passed through the pile of fallen metal junk. The seats in the van were neatly removed and stacked, leaving a clear space for transporting goods.
——There wasn't a single stain on the floor! It was completely different from the driver and his relatives' car, which was full of stinky water.
The more Ye Pingan looked at it, the more satisfied he became. "Not bad, not bad. Give me the car as collateral and the debt will be written off. I don't want those rusted and broken things you have either. It's not enough to sell the iron after all the trouble I've put in."
As for whether the driver and his relatives agree...
Ye Ping'an wasn't stupid. Would he just leave the car behind and wait for them to continue evading the bill? Even if the driver came to find him, he would still have to settle the debt, and then he could transfer the ownership of the car. It didn't matter whether he got the car earlier or later:)
Ye Ping'an happily patted the seat, brushed off the non-existent dust, and sat down.
You know what, this car that I bought for free after saving money is so comfortable to sit in.
There were a few twisted lines left on the floor of the carriage, like the corners of eyes drooping in tears after a collapse.
Ye Pingan had just fastened his seatbelt when he remembered an important question, "Oh, it seems there is no license plate?"
There is nothing wrong with driving someone else's car, but driving a car without license plates is a big problem.
The brand new van shook at the sound, and a metallic crack quickly appeared on the hood, like a mouth, silently "spitting out" the front and rear license plates.
Ye Pingan got out of the car and checked around. "Hmm... the license plate is a little dirty. No wonder I didn't see it just now."
Ye Ping'an hummed a cheerful tune and turned back, stopping in front of a second-hand van that came out of the car dealership.
Putting the car in neutral and tying the rope, the two vehicles slowly drove back. The bodies cast faint shadows, and as they continued to move forward, the van passed by the garbage dump-like wreckage of the convoy, but the wheels were not even dusty.
Like a shadow that doesn't exist.
Ye Ping'an walked away, and the dark shadow of the convoy behind him completely disappeared.
The wreckage of old vehicles piled up like a mountain, and the corpses stuck deep in the cave, never seeing the light of day, were illuminated again by the dim light of street lamps.
As soon as he entered the car dealership, Old Liu, who was pacing restlessly at the door, came over and said, "Boss Ye is back!"
He looked at the brand new van, stunned. "We don't seem to have this car in our dealership? No, the license plates on our used cars are all temporarily removed! Where did Boss Ye come from?"
He was thinking of slowly helping to find a good and cheap car, but how come Boss Ye went out for a drive and came back with a new car?
Ye Pingan said confidently, "Oh, I just happened to meet a guy on the road who didn't want to pay his debts, so he pawned his car to me. It's a nice car, isn't it? I'll come to you for maintenance when I have time."
Old Liu wiped his face.
Fortunately, it wasn't a competitor who took his business away, otherwise he would be furious. However, building a good relationship with the young boss does not only involve finding a car.
Old Liu's face was filled with a smile. "I'll definitely give you the best maintenance. When do you plan to go through the paperwork? I'm familiar with it and can help you with it. By the way, here are the drinks you picked out. Check them out and if there are any problems, we'll load them up. I also just found a case of beer. Do you want any?"
Seeing the beverage boxes piled on the cart, Ye Ping'an took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Damn it! I could have made another 300!
"My restaurant brews its own wine, so we don't use much other wine, so forget about beer. I should go back and load the truck." Ye Ping'an parked the car, opened his phone to scan the code, and asked the car dealer to help transport it up.
Old Liu looked at the car door, his heart pounding.
The strange cold and suffocating atmosphere in the warehouse lingered in the afternoon, and his legs were so weak that it took him several hours to move out of the warehouse. Knowing that Ye Ping'an had put the cardboard boxes in the car, he mustered his courage several times but still didn't dare to open the door.
"Didn't I unlock it?" Ye Ping'an confirmed the switch and pulled the door open.
Old Liu subconsciously stepped back, and the next second he saw clearly that the car was empty.
"Boss Ye, did you throw away the cardboard box?"
Ye Pingan gritted his teeth and said, "That debtor ruined it and turned it into garbage. I can only throw it away."
The haze that had been covering his head suddenly dissipated, and Old Liu let out a long sigh, "That's good, that's good—well, I mean, there's no need to worry about the drink box falling over."
Ye Pingan: ...
Tsk, I almost forgot he's also a middle-aged cardboard lover, he just won't admit it. I can only wish him to find his next favorite cardboard box.
The restaurant was located in a university town, so drinks were consumed quite quickly. Ye Pingan estimated that the drinks he had ordered would fill up half the carriage.
"Drip~Woo~"
The sound of sirens approached from afar. Old Liu hissed, "That's how it was on the highway that evening. Could there be another car accident?"
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"Something's wrong. No new hearses have appeared in three minutes. The suppression of the strange creatures has also weakened..."
The huge convoy of hearses suddenly appeared and also suddenly disappeared in the infinitely long dark road.
All that was left were the carcasses of vehicles that had been forcibly left on the highway by teams of investigators. Rotting flesh and blood were splattered everywhere, and the skeletons had been struggling to leave the spot, until...
A few minutes ago, it collapsed with a loud bang, turning into a piece of scrap metal that should have been in the scrap yard long ago.
"Expand the evacuation search. Block 1 is safe."
"Block 2 is safe."
“…”
The investigators who had just been sent out cooperated with the police to send back information one after another. Old Li stared at the road that was rapidly disappearing in the darkness, but his face became uglier and uglier.
"The convoy was last seen in Jiang City. However, the sudden outburst of the strange aura was so chaotic that we can only confirm that the strongest location is in this area. The main body should still be nearby."
But even after searching the map in small sections, they still found nothing. They hadn't even traced the "hearse."
No one wants to live in a city where something so terrifying and strange is lurking.
Furthermore, a considerable force has already been mobilized for this roundup. If they can't catch the hearse this time, they'll have no choice but to chase the one that caused the accident. By the time they catch it again, it will be in the distant future, after it has committed countless more murders.
Captain Hu struggled to sit upright, holding onto his wheelchair. His voice was weak. "Previous attempts to freeze it have all failed. According to the information department, it seems we need to find the original driver and replace him."
Her face was so pale it was almost transparent, making the phone on her chest look even more blood-red. Her tone was actually more relaxed, "I'll lure the Hearse again. I remember Senior Chang Geng using two or more strange creatures at once actually prolonged their survival time. Perhaps the Hearse also needs a driver who can make phone calls."
"Captain! Captain!"
Bai Xuan ran breathlessly, clutching the hedgehog, but her eyes lit up surprisingly brightly. She rushed into the central blockade, holding up a borrowed phone and pointing it at the underpass. "Look... look over there! Block 0!"
Area 0? Area 0 is right below the highway. We had searched it before we spread out. It consists of a few remote roads with few people.
Old Li was confused, but the moment he saw the screen on his phone, he stood up quickly.
Only half of the road was captured on the screen. I had the impression that the road was empty just a dozen minutes ago, but now the narrow two-lane road was densely packed with parked cars, and broken and collapsed vehicles were scattered everywhere.
"Car accident?!"
Old Li quickly shook his head, "No, it's... it's the [Hearse]! The [Hearse]'s ghost cave has opened!"
The wreckage from the pileup captured in the photos looked rusty and old; it couldn't have just happened. Even if it was a temporary performance art installation, it couldn't have been completed in such a short time.
The only answer is a convoy of hearses traveling through a den of ghosts.
But what exactly happened?
This is what Lao Li thought when she saw the photo. Standing in front of the entire road full of debris, she still couldn't figure it out.
The convoy of hearses that had been so oppressive when it left not long ago seemed to have been washed away by countless years in a short period of time and decayed into a pile of rubbish.
In other words, it reveals the original rusty, broken and dead appearance of the carrier it is attached to.
The bodies of the victims who died in the hearse were discovered one after another.
The investigators gathered around the ruins, their mouths agape with shock. "There's still a strange aura lingering, confirming it's the hearse. I've only seen hearses causing accidents and injuring people everywhere, but I've never seen a hearse reduced to rubble..."
Old Li squatted at the place where the cardboard box exploded, picked up the remaining cardboard fragments with scissors, and put them into a special metal box.
"Among the remaining fragments of the Man in the Box are parts created by Worry Thread. It seems that the Hearse swallowed Worry Thread first, and before the driver could digest it, the Man in the Box swallowed it. He then used the explosive power of other vehicles to break free. The D-level spooky creature, the Man in the Box, accidentally swallowed a stronger spooky creature. The pattern is likely to change. Be careful when testing its ability."
Captain Hu sat in his wheelchair and circled the ruins, breathing a sigh of relief. "There's no other strange aura."
Fortunately, the [Hearse] did not lose to the weirdness that they were completely unaware of.
Otherwise, even if the [Hearse] exerted its full strength, it would lose, and it would be even more difficult for them to deal with the powerful weirdness that won.
The cordon blocked the two roads connected to the path. Bai Xuan pushed the wheelchair to the end of the road, and the hedgehog gasped and began to collapse flatly.
Bai Xuan frowned and turned back to point at the location of the last vehicle in the ruins. "Xue Rong said the aura completely disappeared here. The aura of the [Hearse] has become very weak here. Hmm... It's like an E-level weirdness. Oh, the [Man in the Box] died, and I thought the [Hearse] would become a weird thing too."
The little girl quickly became cheerful again. "It looks like the only thing left of the hearse is the original car and the driver. Can we find it and disable it?"
She volunteered, "Edelweiss and I can both work overtime on May Day!"
When the hedgehog heard the name, he looked up blankly, obviously not understanding what was being said, but he still cooperated and held Bai Xuan's hand and was lifted up together.
Hu Tu: "Xiaobai, go and have a rest."
"Huh?"
After Lao Li finished arranging the clearing of the rubble one by one, he walked over to Hu Tu and said, "Captain, I've checked. Including the vehicle with the body that was intercepted, there are a total of 107 hearses. There are 106 here in total. One is indeed missing."
Hu Tu wasn't surprised. "Even though the Hearse has weakened to this point, it hasn't caused any car accidents or killed anyone nearby, nor has it been attracted by any strange creatures nearby. It's very likely that the True Spirit Society sent someone to secretly take it away. I remember Lin Province saying that the investigators who were tracking the Hearse during the outbreak discovered several new True Spirit Society bases."
Old Li's expression was indescribable. "Those lunatics are all dead, and before they died, some of them came out to ask the investigators for help. It's simply...
"They preserved the corpse vehicles created by the Hearse and the fragments of the previously unrevived Troublesome Threads, continuing to offer sacrifices. Their goal remained the same: to replace Troublesome Threads and the Hearse with themselves. Some believed in the sacrifices, while others simply deceived them. Of course, in the end, they were all sacrifices; by the time the car rushed out, they were all shattered into pieces.
"Several strongholds that were devoured by the strange were severely damaged. We are still searching for other intelligence and recovering them. Lin Province has completed its mission of combating the evil cult organizations ahead of schedule this year."
Captain Hu frowned, "Report it. [Frustration] seems to be coming from the restricted area. If the True Spirit can find a way to enter other ghostly dens through the [Hearse], there may be more than one or two small ghosts escaping from the restricted area."
At the edge of the cordon, the two men whispered as they reviewed today's roundup. A car slowly drove by at the intersection, and someone in the van looked in curiously.
Old Li's eyes fixed, "Who is it?"
Ye Ping'an left the dealership and not far away he saw the cordon and Hu Tu behind it.
After not seeing each other for a few days, the young auxiliary police officer I met on the day of the time travel was now in a wheelchair.
Even on Labor Day, he was working in a wheelchair. He's incredibly busy despite his disability. I wonder if the police holiday allowance is very high.
Ye Ping'an waved his hand familiarly, smiling brightly, "Officer, nice to see you again, happy May Day! Do you want a midnight snack or a drink tonight? I just got some new stock!"
Captain Hu was stunned for a moment, but quickly remembered that this was the owner of the Xile Restaurant whom she had met twice.
Dealing with weirdos and lunatics every day, she was really impressed by such an ordinary person who was so passionate and only wanted to make money.
It seemed as if the desperate and weird crazy impact just now had faded away, and we returned to the ordinary world of firewood, rice, oil and salt.
Hu Tu smiled slightly and said, "Happy May Day. There's a case here, so you should go home early."
For ordinary people, passing through an area with a lingering eerie aura is not as serious as encountering a ghost, but it is still not good.
Ye Ping'an leaned over and looked into the distance. Many people were busy on the path, and some were carefully shoveling away the rust on the ground.
...It's not easy even within the establishment these days. Once the holidays get busy, auxiliary police officers will have to sweep the floors alongside the urban management and sanitation workers, right?
Old Li glanced at the van and asked casually, "Is this the car the boss just bought?"
Having just seen the piles of vehicle wreckage along the road, the intact new car in front of me is a stark contrast.
She remembered that she had not seen this car when she went to the food court a few days ago because of sleep paralysis.
"Yeah!" Ye Pingan patted the steering wheel happily. "I came here to buy a car today. I happened to run into the guy who owed me money. Here, he left it for me as payment. Not bad, right?"
The more Old Li listened, the more he felt something was amiss. He suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth and interrupted her in a low voice, "...This kind of inappropriate thing is something you just need to know about yourself. Go transfer the ownership as soon as possible. Okay, go home quickly, it's getting late."
Although the investigator only has the certificate to facilitate his actions, who would say that in front of the police?
I can tell right away that you and the other party couldn't reach an agreement, so you just seized the car that hasn't been transferred yet?!
"Then you guys are busy. Come over for dinner when you have time!"
The van gradually drove away and merged into the busy traffic.
After traveling across the entire Jiang City, Ye Ping'an arrived home very late.
When I woke up the next morning, I saw a news push.
The joint Lin Province crackdown on organized crime and cults was a complete success yesterday! Several cult-related intentional assaults were intercepted. Police remind people to be wary of superstitious scams and stay away from illegal activities...
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