My Iyashikei Game Chapter 972: This road is bumpy and tortuous, but I have no regrets
Chapter 973 This road is bumpy and tortuous, but I have no regrets
The boy next to the phone booth raised his head, his innocent eyes stared straight at Zhang Mingli, he didn't say anything, but Zhang Mingli's figure was reflected in his pupils.
"It doesn't matter if you are a human or a ghost, it's not safe to stay here alone. Go home when it gets dark." Seeing that the boy was still indifferent, Zhang Mingli sighed: "If you really have nowhere to go, you can follow me , there is still an empty seat in the car."
The boy still didn't speak, he held the candy in his cold hands, and fixed his eyes on Zhang Mingli, as if he wanted to imprint Zhang Mingli's face in his mind.
"Is this your first time being a ghost? Tell me what you want! Do you want to catch me as a dead ghost? Or are you planning to go home with me and slowly curse me? Or do you want to **** my yang energy?" I can cooperate with you only if you tell me!" Zhang Mingli was a little impatient, he reached out to the boy, trying to grab him, but who knew that the moment he touched the boy, the boy disappeared.
A candy fell to the ground. After the boy left, he did not take the candy he gave.
"This brat has autism, right? It's really like when I was a child, I can't hold back a fart with ten sticks." Zhang Mingli picked up the candy on the ground, pushed aside the candy wrapper, and ate it.
He kicked away the stones on the ground, but at this moment the phone in the abandoned phone booth rang.
"The kid is waiting for the call, right?" Zhang Mingli was a little embarrassed. Doing bad things with good intentions?"
Entering the phone booth, Zhang Mingli answered the phone: "Hello?"
"Dad, don't go any further, come back, please come back."
"Dad? Telecom fraud, right?" Zhang Mingli said to the phone: "Your father is on the way to chase your mother, and he can't go back!"
Just as I was about to hang up the phone, a woman's voice came out again: "Come back, don't go any further, I know you are in pain, we can start over, I won't..."
"Who are you? I'll start a joke with you!" Zhang Mingli hung up the phone: "I don't know why, it's the same as when I was green."
Backing in the car cursingly, Zhang Mingli told what happened just now. Huang Ying didn't react too much, but Han Fei kept an eye out. think.
"What are you looking at?" Zhang Mingli asked casually seeing Han Fei frowning.
"You didn't throw the candy wrappers in the trash."
"I'm going, you scum with eleven girlfriends, you actually said that I littered? Is there any reason?" Zhang Mingli started the car, and he seemed a little anxious in his heart, worried that he would be blocked by other things , so keep speeding up.
The road at night is dangerous, the more anxious you are, the more accidents will happen.
The car hadn't been driving for a long time, and there was a sound of mourning and music in the distance. It was very scary to hear it in the middle of the night.
"Mr. Zhang, drive slowly. If you die, you will never reach any destination." Han Fei reminded softly.
Ten seconds later, a funeral procession came. There were not many mourners. They were all dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. No one was crying. They all bowed their heads and their faces were bloodless.
The vehicle transporting the coffin drove very slowly, and the weird driver also lowered his head, not looking at the road at all.
"It's really bad luck, the funeral at night?" Zhang Mingli slowed down, he was afraid that he would run into the loose funeral procession: "There are so many people who remember after death, so it's worth living."
There are old people and children in the team dressed in sackcloth and filial piety. Their feet don't seem to touch the ground, and they can't see shadows when the headlights shine on them.
Everyone in the team lowered their heads, but when they passed by Zhang Mingli's car, a child wearing mourning glanced at Zhang Mingli, and his little face changed instantly, as if he had seen a ghost.
The child grabbed the adult's arm and seemed to want to say something, but the adult directly covered his mouth and eyes and told him to follow the team.
The hearse where the coffin was parked slowly passed by, Han Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw the photo of the deceased on the coffin.
The photo was covered by a black cloth, and at the moment when it was blown by the night wind, a small half of the face of the portrait was exposed. The dead man in the photo was 80-90% similar to Zhang Mingli.
"Already dead?"
The mourning and joy gradually receded, and the funeral procession seemed to be the "watershed" of the whole nightmare. After the hearse disappeared on the night road, the surrounding gloom became thicker, and the road ahead became darker and darker. Threats and threats from the depths of the night The murderous intent became more and more obvious.
"Where does this night road end?"
After staying away from the funeral procession, Zhang Mingli's words became less and less, and every time he wanted to speed up, he would encounter various problems.
The road conditions have deteriorated. There are dead trees and stones on the road, and large pits have been dug in some places. The vehicle is bumped, and the body has also suffered some damage. If this continues, the car may fall apart before it reaches the end. .
"It's okay, I often walk this road, bumps and bumps are minor problems, it's not a problem." Zhang Mingli was comforting Han Fei and Huang Ying, when he suddenly saw two cars parked not far away, a few drunks A woman in red is being dragged into the woods.
The woman who drank was unconscious, like a corpse, motionless and at her mercy. The three drunks had wretched smiles on their faces and held various tools in their hands.
"Damn it, why do I keep encountering these things?" Zhang Mingli started to slow down, he didn't hesitate much, after parking, he picked up the fire ax and rushed over: "You **** are worse than beasts! Dogs You won't use such abusive tricks!"
The window of the car in front was smashed with an axe. Like a madman, Zhang Mingli held the axe in both hands and slashed at the drunk man!
The three drunks were frightened away, as if they knew they were wrong, they left the woman in red and disappeared into the woods.
"Wake up!" Zhang Mingli patted the unconscious woman's face, but she didn't respond at all: "Is this being drugged? Girls should never drink drinks given by strangers when they go out!"
He really doesn't want to be delayed by other things, but it's dangerous to leave an unconscious woman alone on the road: "It's so annoying, I can't finish my work every day, a bunch of crap!"
Currently swearing, but Zhang Mingli carefully carried the woman in red on his back: "It's so **** heavy!"
It may be that these words hurt the woman in red. She fell into a coma and reacted. She slowly raised her white arms and gently wrapped them around Zhang Mingli's neck. The soft red lips came close to her at some point. Next to Zhang Mingli's ear, the tip of her tongue stuck out, as if she was about to say something.
"Pretending to be in a coma? You step on the horse and move again, and I will kill you! I hate people lying to me the most in my life! Come down for me!"
Zhang Mingli couldn't get rid of the opponent after several attempts. He walked towards his car, hoping that Han Fei and Huang Ying could help.
Every time he took a step forward, his footsteps would become heavy, and the woman's hair hung down, covering his sight a little bit.
"Mr. Zhang! This way!" Han Fei in the car shouted loudly, using the power of speech, and the breath of the curse was transmitted in the night. Zhang Mingli followed the sound and walked forward, finally returning to the car.
"Damn it! This woman is so **** heavy!" His sight returned to normal, Zhang Mingli pointed behind him, but when he came to his senses, there was no woman in red on his back: "What the hell? ?”
The woman in red was gone, but Zhang Mingli seemed to be older and haggard.
"There are a lot of ghosts on the road tonight. The ones you met just now should be drunks and perverts. Fortunately, you are a tiger, otherwise you might be dragged into the woods." Han Fei didn't dare to get out of the car casually. The nightmare was very special, and the laughing ghost patterns kept reminding him that as long as he got out of the car, he would die.
"What the hell? I just need to have a clear conscience." Zhang Mingli put the fire ax aside and drove with a dull head.
Traveling at night is not peaceful, there are many twists and turns, Zhang Mingli and the others encountered all kinds of unexpected things, there are babies who suddenly crawl across the road, wild ghosts asking for directions, middle-aged ghosts looking for a substitute for the dead ghosts, chasing after them. The deserted grave where the car ran.
The car also began to have some problems, and it didn't run as fast as before.
Zhang Mingli got out of the car to deal with all the troubles he encountered on this night road. He also became more and more tired, his body was no longer tall and straight, and even cursing people was not as full of energy as before.
"Can't we get rid of this grave? It's with us, why don't we go down and dig it!" Zhang Mingli was straightforward. He parked the car and got out of the car with the fire ax in both hands.
The solitary grave was not too big, and he didn't know what was buried inside. Zhang Mingli saw a few crows constantly picking up stones from the grave.
"I'm mad, Captain Mojin, right?"
He chased away the crow, and struck the grave with an axe.
Huang Ying and Han Fei in the car were watching him. At first, they felt that Zhang Mingli had a big problem, and even suspected that he had killed his first girlfriend. It doesn't seem to be the case.
"Everything we encounter on this night road is the confusion and troubles in his life. The sudden appearance of a female corpse may represent a past relationship, which is obviously dead, but occasionally remembered; A child may be a real child, or it may be a kind of sustenance for beauty; drunkards and perverts represent desires on the road of life, and all kinds of stones and big pits blocking the road are countless troubles in life; The ghost may be the leader of the company; the baby crawling across the road may be an aborted child; Zhang Mingli is getting more and more tired, and the car is starting to have more and more problems, the car should be a symbol of his own health." Han After Zhang Mingli got off the car, he immediately searched the car, hoping to find more clues.
"What does the grave chasing us represent?"
"Maybe it represents the house price that he will never be able to beat? Or it symbolizes the family?" Han Fei found many IOUs in the car, all of which were owed to Zhang Mingli by the same person. That person was also surnamed Zhang, Zhang Yougui. Like his uncle.
"Based on your guess, this night road is Zhang Mingli's life. Now I am more and more curious about where the night road will end."
"I still have an immature idea." Han Fei put the IOU back in its original place: "The portrait offered by the funeral procession is very similar to Zhang Mingli. Is Zhang Mingli dead? But he doesn't know it?"
"It's possible!"
Huang Ying and Han Fei were halfway through the chat~IndoMTL.com~ and found that the darkness outside the car window had been dispelled. Turning his head to look, Zhang Mingli lit a fire directly on the barren grave, and he found a lot of dead leaves and threw them on the Above, the fire is very strong!
After finishing all this, Zhang Mingli took out three cigarettes, lit them and put them beside the grave: "Smoke is coming from the ancestral grave, your descendants must be very rich, so don't chase me anymore!"
Zhang Mingli is a reckless person with extremely low quality, but he is very methodical and has his own way of thinking.
"Keep on the road!"
Glancing at the navigation, although the road was bumpy and tortuous, Zhang Mingli never thought of turning back.
The night train was driving, they were getting closer and closer to the finish line, and the night outside the car window was becoming more and more dangerous.
Compared to when he first left the town, Zhang Mingli was much more haggard, but his eyes were still piercing, and the depths of his eyes were full of anticipation.
"It's time for my story to come to an end, do you want another cigarette?"