Chapter 95
Chapter 8: Collapse
From a high-altitude perspective, a woman in a Chanel-style dress was lying on the concrete floor, her arms and legs broken like a broken doll, with a pool of blood beneath her.
There is a line of white text on a dark background at the bottom of the picture: A young woman fell from a building in an apartment in our city late at night.
A reporter enters the frame:
"At around midnight last night, a young woman fell from an apartment building in our city. Was it an emotional dispute that led to the accident, or was there something else going on? Our reporters will continue to follow the incident and bring you the latest reports..."
Zooming out, it turned out to be the screen of a wall-mounted LCD TV.
"Click." A hand with distinct joints and slender fingers picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.
The owner of the hand said in a voice-over: "Finally I swatted this fly."
The picture zooms out to a panoramic view of the interior of a luxury house. A man in pajamas sits on a sofa with his back to the camera.
The man stood up and walked into the luxurious cloakroom to change his clothes.
The camera shot a picture of an exquisite shirt, a well-tailored suit, and business-style leather shoes, making him look like a member of the upper class.
But he never showed his face.
The next environment changed to a dark garage, and the man's hand pressed the electronic car key.
"Ding ding." A luxury car responded by blinking its lights.
The man got in the car.
The luxury car drove out of the garage and onto the city road. The sun was shining brightly and the traffic was busy.
The camera finally turned to the face of the man driving the car.
A face that could be called handsome, but the shadow cast by the brow bone covered the eyes, making the eyes look like a dark cave, with a snake as if hidden in the depths.
There was an inch-long scar on his left cheek, which added a touch of battle-wounded heroism, but because of his gloomy expression, it seemed even more like he was full of hostility.
There is a road tunnel ahead.
The luxury car drove in with the flow of traffic.
The tunnel is well-lit and there is no need to use car lights.
Through the windshield, the strings of lights in the tunnel are arc-shaped, like whips of light swinging into the distance, as if there is no end.
“Pah.”
It was as if someone had suddenly turned off the switch of the world, and the lights in the tunnel suddenly went out.
The screen turned completely black, meaning the man's vision was plunged into darkness.
"Screech——" the sound of rapid brakes.
The dark scene was illuminated by the dim light of the dashboard and the halo of the daytime running lights on the hood, accompanied by the man's rapid breathing.
"What's going on? Is there a power outage in the tunnel? It's too dangerous. There are cars in front and behind us. Will there be a car accident..."
In the darkness, the dim light from the dashboard shone on his face from below, making his panicked expression look strange.
"That's not right." The man suddenly said, "Why is it so quiet?"
There was silence in the darkness.
"There was no sound of vehicle collision or honking...where did all the other cars go?" the man looked confused.
"Click." He turned on the headlights.
The beams of light from the car lights carved out two empty tunnels of light in the darkness.
There are no vehicles ahead.
There were no vehicles behind.
There are no tunnel arches on either side.
It was as if the world disappeared, leaving only this car floating in the boundless dark universe.
The man gripped the steering wheel tightly and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Didn't I drive into a tunnel? What is this place?"
A light breeze blew from behind my head. "Heh..."
A slender petal twirled in the air and landed on his steering wheel.
The man stared in confusion: "What is this?"
"This is my flesh and blood." A faint voice floated from the back seat.
The man's back stiffened and he slowly turned around.
A girl sat in the back seat, her skull exposed on her forehead was sunken, half of her eye sockets were empty, her ribs were exposed under her torn white dress, and beautiful red spider lilies grew in the cracks between her bones.
If he could calm down and look carefully, he would find a small fracture on her left rib.
The girl's intact half of her face revealed a smile as gentle as moonlight: "Hello again, Assistant Xing."
The man known as Assistant Xing showed an extremely horrified expression, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, and he spat out two words between trembling teeth: "Qiu... Yue..."
"Assistant Xing, it turns out you can drive."
A chilly wind blew inside the car, and the flowers on the girl's body swayed. Only half of her lips showed a smile, and sand leaked from between her teeth on the other side.
"Where are you taking me, Assistant Xing?"
Assistant Xing let out a strange cry, opened the car door and tried to run, but was pulled back by the seat belt.
Amid the girl's gentle laughter, more petals of the other shore swept around him like a whirlwind.
He hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt, rushed out of the car, and ran into the night.
There was no asphalt road under my feet, but soft soil.
He suddenly stopped and looked around.
"What is this place? Why does it look familiar..."
In the dark night, you can faintly see lush vegetation and towering cliffs.
His expression was filled with shock and fear, and he uttered four words: "North Foothills...Valley..."
“Swish—swish—”
The mountain breeze blew by, and something made a soft rustling sound, brushing his knees like soft silk.
He lowered his head and found that he had walked into a field of red spider lilies without knowing when.
When I looked up again, I saw a sea of red spider lilies covering the sky and the ground, and the valley was covered with endless flowers.
He felt like he was nailed to the spot, not knowing where to go. He almost heard a trembling sound from his chest: "What on earth... is going on..."
"Rustle..." The sound of soil cracking.
He looked at his feet and saw several sections of dark white objects breaking out of the ground, curling up, and slowly climbing up his ankles.
Those were a few rotten finger bones.
He let out a loud "Ah!", stepped back to get his feet back, and accidentally fell to the ground.
Murmurs floated out from the soil, like countless women's voices chanting non-stop, like fine tides flowing into his ears layer by layer.
"Why bury me alive?" "Why bury me alive?"
More hand bones broke out of the ground, grabbing his arms, tearing his suit, scratching his face, and pinching his throat, as if a group of evil spirits were trying to drag him into the ground!
He let out a heart-wrenching scream from his chest, struggled, and crawled back, causing the flowers to open and close, undulating like waves.
There was a dense rustling sound behind me, and those hand bones were like fish swimming in the soil, chasing me relentlessly.
From time to time, sharp finger bones scratched his calves, his trousers were torn into strips, and his calves and ankles were scratched with bloody wounds.
His car suddenly appeared in front of us, with its lights on and its doors still open.
Without thinking, he escaped into the car and locked the door.
The hand bones slapped against the car window and slowly fell down.
He breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered something and turned around suddenly.
The back seat was empty, and there was no sign of Qiu Yue, with her red spider lily growing on her head.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on..." He cursed in despair and suddenly froze.
Outside the car window, there was no longer the northern slope valley, nor the endless fields of red spider lilies, but a brightly lit tunnel.
His car was parked in the tunnel.
"What's going on? Was that... an illusion?" he muttered to himself in a daze.
Suddenly, he hissed in pain and looked down at his feet. His calves and ankles were covered in bruises.
"It's not an illusion!" His face twitched with fear. "This is too weird. We need to get out of here!"
He started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and sped forward through the tunnel.
Something slowly crept up his shoulder.
He froze.
Qiu Yue's broken face appeared behind him, and petals swayed in the corner of his eye.
"Where are you taking me, Assistant Xing?"
A nightmare-like voice rang in my ears, carrying with it the fishy smell of earth.
The white finger bones climbed up from his shoulders to his face and covered his eyes.
He couldn't see anything and screamed wildly. He wanted to pry open the hand bones but didn't have the courage. The vehicle lost control and hit something with a "bang".
His body, unbelted, flew up and his head slammed hard against the windshield.
The vision fell into darkness.
The dark grid was a little long, indicating that he was unconscious for a while.
Finally, a crack appeared in the darkness.
Revealing the blood-stained, radially cracked windshield.
This is the perspective of Assistant Xing when he just woke up after falling into a coma.
He looked up from the steering wheel.
The camera gave a close-up of his eyes, which were covered with blood and looked hazy.
"it hurts……"
He rolled his eyes and looked back tremblingly.
There was no one behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the camera pulls away, and the reader can see that his forehead is obviously sunken and his face is covered with blood.
Qiu Yue's figure appeared faintly in the dim back seat again, and the sunken area on her forehead was exactly the same as his.
He didn't notice the ghost behind him and tried to start the car.
It won't start. The car is broken down.
He looked ahead of the car, and the headlights revealed a large locust tree.
There was a large, strange-shaped tumor growing on the trunk.
The deformed front of the car was hitting the tree knot.
He looked out the left window.
Across the street, a store sign was dimly lit, the first two words were off, leaving only the last three words: Auto Repair Shop.
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