It's night in the blink of an eye, and it's hard to pass the time when you're bored. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The strange closed scene of the gas station suddenly appeared in my mind, and I called Lao Yang casually, and woke up when I found that this thing was just pretending to be asleep.

I know that your kid is curious. As he spoke, he grabbed a flashlight and prepared to go out. The two of us are in cahoots, and we are both extremely curious about the death gas station.

When I went out, I looked at the empty street, the lights were bright, and the flashlight was of no use at all. Old Yang put away the flashlight in a daze, he will always use it. My brow furrowed deeply, the street lamps in this bustling town were so beautiful, and the parallel lights on both sides led to heaven, like the end of a beautiful time, but there was no one under this beautiful light.

I motioned to Lao Yang and asked.

Lao Yang said that maybe it was the gas station incident that caused the trouble.

I nodded in agreement. Then I asked, "Then where are we going to see that horrible hearse when we come out rashly, with black eyes?"

Lao Yang showed a lewd smile on his face, and then took out a delicate piece of colored paper from his arms, and folded it neatly, like a treasure map. He opened the map, and a map of the city appeared in front of him. This is the map of the county seat of Lping, where we are at the moment......

He pointed to the highway and the hospital, then fixed his gaze on a spot three centimeters away. His fingers were fixed there, the only gas station in the city still open, but only with diesel, not gasoline. Perhaps, here we can see what we want.

The two of us drove No. 11 towards this gas station, and the county exuded a desolate deserted city, and there was no one to see in the bus taxi or any means of transportation. After walking for more than an hour, for people like me, my legs began to ache and numb, and Lao Yang was still calm. Far away, I saw the sign of Sinopec at the gas station.

This gas station is built in magnificence and looks like a star hotel. But at the moment, there was no one under the brilliant lights.

It can't be that everyone is afraid of seeing hell and runs away, right? I asked Lao Yang on the side.

Looking back, Lao Yang's eyes were staring ahead, and his face became a little unnatural, as if he was a ghost. No, no, no one was supposed to be here, he said, and walked towards the gas station.

I followed him, looking cautiously. It turned out to be just a self-service gas station, and there was no service staff at all.

Our presence here seems a little unreasonable. Hurriedly left, walked to the bus stop booth opposite and sat down.

What time is it? Lao Yang asked suddenly.

I looked down at my watch, and the hands were fixed at exactly 23 o'clock. It's early, it's only eleven o'clock.

Blame me...... Lao Yang turned his head, leaned directly on the bench and began to nap. In the dark of the night, everything seemed lonely and empty, I pulled my clothes and closed my eyes, quietly waiting for twelve o'clock to come. I don't know how long it has been, but I suddenly woke up from my slumber and turned my head to see that Lao Yang had long since disappeared.

Lao Yang...... I shouted, and the whole space fell silent, and the street that should have been bright was darkened by the streetlights. The only remaining lights are the petrol station across the road, and the self-service 24-hour service is so eye-catching.

Where did Lao Yang go? I approached the gas station curiously, perhaps the night had come to naught. No one existed at this gas station, so the hearse didn't come back. Because it's self-help, there's no way to get your life.

I slowly approached, picked up the oil gun, and glanced into the distance, I suddenly saw two people sitting on the opposite side of the road, talking and laughing, one was Lao Yang, and the other was actually me.

Hallucinations, must be hallucinations. I forced myself to think like this in my heart, and my eyes were fixed on the two people opposite. At that moment, a black sedan came from somewhere and slowly stopped in front of me. But where am I in the mood to see what this car looks like at the moment, I only have the thing that pretends to be myself in my eyes, and I want to go over and kill it.

Hello, top up. An old voice came from the car, followed by the keys and money. I subconsciously took it, then inserted the fuel gun into the fuel tank and started refueling.

On the other side, Lao Yang got up. His expression suddenly frightened, as if he had seen something terrible, ran towards me. And the one behind him moved with me, but it looked at me with an indifferent look on its face, even with a hint of mockery.

Lao Yang crossed the intersection, and I happened to return the key to the car. An old voice came from inside the car again: Thank you! The sound was familiar to my ears, but it was hard to remember where I had heard it.

The car left, and Lao Yang stood beside me. And that one disappeared as if it hadn't been there. Lao Yang looked at me and took out two cigarettes from his pocket. Clicked, spit out.

It's them, he said. The driver was Hua Manlou, the man who died in the tomb of the Viper King.

Who was that guy just now? I asked. Lao Yang looked back, and then said to me, that's a little ghost, very cute, it said that you are very handsome, so imitate you. After saying that, he smiled, which made me feel a little calm.

I lit a cigarette and slowly walked to the other side of the road and sat down. Lao Yang took out two pieces of paper from his pocket and lit them with a lighter, put them on the ground and burned them to ashes, spat into the ashes, slowly stained them with his hands, and smeared them on his face.

Looking at my wooden appearance, he explained: You don't want to see where the hearse went? Why is Huaman Lou on it? If you want to, quickly put the ashes on your face, wait for the car to come, get in the car, and don't talk to anything you see after getting in the car, just wait quietly to get out of the car.

I spat into the ashes, and I couldn't bear to put other people's saliva on my face, so at least I felt at ease.

After a few minutes, a black bus came out of the darkness and stopped silently by the platform. Lao Yang looked back at me and said, are you afraid? I thought about the answer I had given during the interview and shook my head firmly. Then I followed him on the bus.

The bus was full of people, but at the moment they were all looking at me indifferently, and none of them had any changes in their faces, as if they would always be like this. The person closest to me had a deep furrow on her face that cut through the rib of her eyebrows and down to her jaw, revealing the white bones inside, and her eyes were about to fall out of the groove.

I glanced at her twice, and Lao Yang quickly pulled the corner of my clothes, and then led me to the back. The entire occupant of the car did not say a word.