On the roof of the morgue, which had been vacant for a long time, stood a woman in the distance. ’

The woman was dressed in red and dressed in red, and she looked up as if she was basking in the sun. ’

The words of my aunt flashed in my mind, and I looked at the flickering figure, and I felt a chill.

This must be Ms. Du......

Thinking of this, the woman suddenly looked down in my direction as the car passed the road in front of the morgue.

The night was so dark that I couldn't tell if she was looking at me or the boy next to me, but I felt that her face was so white that it was as black as ink on the baby's shriveled body in her hands.

The baby's mouth was wide open, and like his mother, he slowly lowered his head and looked in my direction.

I don't know if it's an illusion, At that moment, the hand that was holding the steering wheel suddenly raised to the eyelids.

Then he slammed on the accelerator and soared the speed of the car directly to 200.

I was almost thrust into my seat.

Fortunately, the back of the seat was soft enough to provide enough cushioning, but at that moment I still felt almost uncomfortable with all my internal organs pouring out.

"Sit tight. Hearing my muffled grunt, the young man glanced at me, and continued to step on the accelerator under his feet.

The speed of the car was immediately approaching 303, the top speed of the car.

What is this concept? It is equivalent to the speed of high-speed rail.

The difference is that you can't feel that speed on a high-speed train, but sitting in the passenger seat, facing everything in front of the windshield, this speed is terrifying. I subconsciously clenched at the handrails, wishing that I could grow a pair of claws like my mother, and the cold sweat made my palms slip constantly.

The first time I felt how difficult it was to sit in the car, I couldn't help but look at him and wonder why he suddenly wanted to increase his speed to such an extent.

To be honest, if it weren't for the current ghost-like situation, at this rate, I would have been able to drive back to my house during this time.

But after a few laps, we were still spinning in circles. Even though the view from the car window was completely discernible at this speed, only the morgue and the figure on the top floor of the morgue would appear in front of me again and again every once in a while, as clear as when I first saw them.

As they passed in front of them again, there was a loud thud, and a suffocating wind blew through the hole in the windshield.

I was taken aback.

Along the way, because of the relationship between the young man, although there was such a big hole in the windshield, no matter how fast the car was, there was not much wind that could penetrate through the opening, as if the opening was coated with a film.

But the wind speed at this time is the normal force caused by the speed of 330 yards, which is simply a fatal force.

I was forced to slam the back of my chair again.

At that moment, I only felt that the whole person was about to be crushed by this force, I wanted to struggle, and I wanted to tell the young man that I could slow down I was about to die, but the whole person was completely unable to move by the sudden wind pressure, and he couldn't make a sound.

At the same time, I noticed that the various noises made by the rust of the car became more intense due to the loud wind noise caused by the wind.

Even the body shook off quite right.

It's not just the bumps on the road and the tires, it's a tremor as if the whole car is being frantically torn apart by a myriad of forces.

For a moment, I just felt that the car and I were about to be disintegrated by the wind and the speed at which it was about to be overloaded.

But at this moment, the car, which was speeding almost into the sky, suddenly stopped.

It's not like you hit the brakes and stop.

Even though I was torn apart by the speed of the car and the wind, I could still see it clearly, and as the wind blew in through the windshield, the young man raised his right hand and made a trajectory in the direction of the morgue against the wind.

Trajectory is a word.

I can see the words clearly in the air.

As he wrote, the blood that had dried up in his bones spilled out of his finger bones, and then followed the trajectory of his fingertips, outlining an intricate stroke in the air.

But before I could see what it was, the car stopped abruptly.

At that moment, without the seat belt, I just felt that my soul would probably be knocked out of my body by this sudden thrust of reverse.

I was so miserable that I couldn't breathe.

This state of unconsciousness lasted for about a few seconds, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a chaotic chaos around me as the rumbling wind in my ears sounded again.

The car overturned.

How can it not be possible not to turn over the speed of such a huge drop from one after the other.

It's like a toy that has been abandoned high, flying in mid-air, spinning 360 degrees.

I don't think I'll ever forget that kind of reversal of heaven and earth. Then, everything was like the end of the freeze frame in the movie, the car body suddenly fell after exhausting the last bit of strength in the tumble, leaving no sound in my ears all of a sudden, and even the ground that rushed to my face seemed to be frozen into a kind of eternity because of the sudden magnification in front of my eyes.

I watched as the car crashed into the ground as dark as the night sky below.

At the last second, I wanted to close my eyes, not being able to witness myself being smashed into a pulp.

But the sudden jolt of the car stopped me from doing so.

There was a faint voice in my ears, what he said, I didn't hear a word, only a trance saw that the whistling earth in front of me suddenly seemed to be knocked out of a layer of rippling water, a slight shake, in the moment the front of the car collided with it, scattered.

Immediately afterward, I saw the night sky, the path, and the mound in front of me, which was illuminated by the headlights.

I was stunned.

For a moment I thought that everything I had just seen and experienced was an illusion.

But as soon as my heart relaxed, there was a loud bang, and with a burst of fire, I realized that the Bentley I was sitting in had just returned from a tumultuous experience and was steadily parked on the road, exploded.

There was a violent concussion, and I don't know what it detonated, and the moment the explosion sounded, the airbags both popped out, hitting my eyes black, and my eardrums buzzed chaotically.

Luckily, I was still awake, and despite my splitting headache, I was able to see the reality in front of me.

It was the shell that exploded, so the inside was safe for the time being, but I must have had a little concussion, my head hurt and I was a little dizzy, my nose was faintly damp gushing out, and there was a touch of blood in my palm.

And the condition of the Immortal Boy is much worse than mine.

At the start of the explosion, he tore off his seat belt and blocked most of his body in the windshield hole, so that the flames that rose from the front of the car did not rush into the car with the rapid air currents that became high in the heat.

But half of his body was ignited by flames, and it was covered in scars of all sizes due to the explosion of glass and metal.

And because of the posture, the whole body was firmly stuck between the airbag and the broken saddle, and it was motionless.

"Immortal?!" I tried to call him as I struggled out from behind the airbag.

But he didn't react at all, apparently unconscious.

This made me stunned for a moment.

I've never seen him in such a state since I met him, and I've always felt that he was a fairy-like figure, immortal, unconscious, and so on, which didn't exist at all.

But now half of his body is burning, and no matter how much I call him or push him, he doesn't react.

This turned my perception upside down.

Rumble!

In a daze, another explosion broke out outside the car, which made me come back to my senses all of a sudden.

I woke up immediately, what the hell am I still doing at this time?

What should I do at this time?

I quickly pushed the door open and quickly rolled and crawled, squeezing myself out of the car that had been smashed into a pile of scrap metal.

As soon as my foot hit the ground, there was a sharp pain, and I realized that my left leg was hurt.

But time was pressing, and I didn't bother to see where the injury was, so I limped around to the driver's seat and pulled the deformed door open with all my strength.

The door opened, and I was stunned again.

Stuck in front of me was a pile of bones in front of me, a reality I recognized for the first time.

It is true that when he speaks and moves, it is actually difficult to distinguish him from normal human beings. But nowadays, the dividing line between humans and 'ghosts' is clear.

I can pull a man, but I don't know how to pull a skeleton.

I didn't even dare to touch him casually, every bone he was caught in the car made me feel that even if I touched him casually, he would fall apart.

What to do......

The feeling of helplessness and the rapidly rising temperature of the flames around me made my hands chill one by one.

These two hands were on his bones for a long time, and he did not dare to move, for fear that he would break if he moved casually.

But it didn't take long to hesitate, and when I caught a glimpse of the flames engulfing the entire headboard, I finally gritted my teeth and grabbed my hand at the arm bone of the dead boy in the boiling heat.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I felt the bones of his upper body move out along with the arm bone.

He didn't fall apart as easily as I feared, after all, he wasn't a mortal, and he wasn't an ordinary skeleton.

He is......

Forget it, whatever it is, as long as I can be dragged out of this car that is gradually being consumed by flames like a normal person.

So, letting go of my hands and feet, I pushed the air bag hard against the side with my shoulder, moved my hand from his arm bone to his shoulder blade, and then increased my strength, and continued to drag him out, both hard and carefully.

It wasn't until finally my feet were dragged out of the car that the car suddenly slammed into the air, and under the impact of a violent fire, it was blown straight into the air!

Momentary suffocation, seeing Bentley, which had become a flame car, suddenly fall after being thrown to the top, I didn't have time to rejoice in the rest of my life, I held the underworld in my arms and rolled on the spot.

I don't know how long it went, until I heard a loud bang in my ears accompanied by a shock on the ground, and I stopped.

The road was full of mud and stones, and it hurt me fiercely, especially in my injured leg.

But ignoring the pain, I slowed down for a while, and immediately got up from the ground with my arms in my arms.

The body fell from a high altitude to the ground, completely falling apart, but the fire was more intense.

When all that remained in the air was the sound of a burning fire, I heard a cat-like sound wafting from far and near.

It's a very familiar sound, because it still echoes in my ears just before the boy picks up speed.

It was the cry of the infant corpse that Ms. Du held in her hand.

But I couldn't tell where the cry was coming from, or how far away it was, but I felt that it was echoing everywhere in all directions, and I felt that even on the edge of the scorching fire, I felt chills all over my body.

So I could only subconsciously hug the underworld, follow the memory, and run in the direction when I strode back and forth.

This road is the only road in the village where you can drive, so if the SWAT officers want to go back to the police station, they have to pass through here, and I only saw the ambulance one step ahead of us, and the SWAT has not left the scene until I and the young man met Ms. Du, and I have not seen their car coming.

So if I run back, there's a good chance I'll run into them.

But it didn't take long for that hope to be dashed.

I didn't get very far, and soon I had to slow down, and I didn't even know where to go, because I quickly realized that I was in a public cemetery far away from the morgue.

The sudden acceleration of the car allowed the car to leave the ghostly loop near the morgue, but instead of moving forward, it went backwards. We went back to where we left off.

So, I couldn't even see the SWAT.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

I suddenly remembered what if I could see them, even if I was injured like this, what could those flesh-and-blood special police do to Ms. Du?

But why did she trap me and the Underworld? I couldn't figure it out, but I couldn't get into it.

The cry echoing in my ears was getting closer and closer, and now I could discern the direction of its source, and I turned my head and crossed the burning car, and saw a dark red figure flickering in the night, less than a hundred meters away from the car, walking slowly in this direction.

Just as she had looked down on us from the top of the morgue, she still held the baby high above her head in that strange position.

The baby was pitifully small.

The old aunt said that when the baby was in Ms. Du's womb, it was almost reduced to bones and a little skin, and it was extremely difficult to take it out.

It was so shriveled that its cry was delicate and weird, like an old cat's □□.

In such a strange sound, it seemed that even the light of the fire was gloomy and cold, and I began to feel a little numb from the cold.

But the young man in my arms still didn't move, so after a short hesitation, I hugged him tightly and turned around, and ran away.

After all, thirty-six plans are the best......

But he didn't run a few steps, and suddenly the back of his hand was pressed by a few cold things.

Immediately, a low voice came from his ear: "To the left, go to your mother's house." ”