Ali in Tibetan Province, the steep mountains of the Himalayas, the heavy snow in the sky like torn cotton wool, clumps of cotton wool drifted down indiscriminately. On the snow-covered mountain road, a truck crawls alone in the snow like a slowly wriggling snail.

In the truck, Yang Qiuchi sat in the passenger seat, grabbed the door handle with one hand, looked at the steep mountain road covered with snow, and felt a little nervous, looking at the sky outside the cliff from the side window, the chaotic snowflakes floated out of the gloomy sky, tumbling and falling under the cliff outside the road, and smiled reluctantly: "Didn't the TV preview last night say that the weather will be sunny today?" It snowed heavily, and it was half a day. ”

The driver is a young Tibetan who is fluent in Chinese: "You don't know this, the sky on the grassland is like a child's face, and it changes when it is said." Can you count what the chick says on TV? Turning his head, his face excited: "Hey! You can tell me two more of the jokes you just said. ”

Yang Qiuchi is a forensic doctor in the public security criminal police team of a city, and he has just graduated and worked for a few years. The forensic doctor deals with all kinds of strange corpses all day long. It really made Yang Qiuchi greasy. The most depressing thing is talking about his girlfriend, when people hear about his profession, most of them will smile as if they have seen a monster and say: "You are so brave, I admire you so much...... However, I don't think we're a good fit for ......," so until now, I'm still a single one. I applied to the leader for a job change several times, but I was not approved because I did not take over.

When I was taking the medical college to choose a major, the ghost knew which tendon in my head was short-circuited, so I chose a forensic science major, and looked at the other classmates who entered the medical university together, and now many of them have become well-known clinicians, only myself, and I still roll in the pile of dead people every day. I regret it after thinking about it.

This time, the unit had a mission to help the Ali Prefecture Public Security Department in Tibetan Province to establish a standard forensic office and to train local forensic doctors. Others were afraid of altitude sickness and didn't want to go, Yang Qiuchi was trying to go out to breathe and see the blue sky and white clouds of the mysterious Tibetan Province, so he took the initiative to ask for help, and he was approved immediately. So he took a full set of forensic equipment to aid Tibet and flew to the Gonggar Airport in Lhasa, Tibetan Province. A large truck dispatched by the Ali Prefecture Public Security Department was already waiting at the Lhasa airport, and after loading its equipment, the truck drove all the way west into the vast Ali grassland.

The car has been driving on the vast grassland for two days, almost no cars along the way, it is really boring, the Tibetan driver sent by the Ali Public Security Department told a few yellow jokes, Yang Qiuchi also made fun of a few, causing the driver to laugh, and asked Yang Qiuchi to say more. This kind of joke is pediatric for Yang Qiuchi, he usually said that he was okay on the Chengren website, I don't know how many of these yellow jokes I saw, in the large cabinet of aluminum alloy in the back compartment, there is a laptop computer of Yang Qiuchi, which is full of yellow pictures and novels downloaded from the Internet by Yang Qiuchi, if this driver master sees it, it may be so novel.

However, now Yang Qiuchi has no heart to tell yellow jokes, the road conditions are so complicated, the sky is even more gloomy, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier, what else do you have to say this.

Seeing that Yang Qiuchi was very nervous, although the driver was a little funny, he didn't dare to be careless, he concentrated on driving for a while, and felt that his stomach was very uncomfortable, so he held the steering wheel with one hand, covered his stomach with the other, muttered two words vaguely, slowly parked the car on the side of the road, frowned and said with a wry smile: "My stomach hurts so much, fuck, it must be that the shredded meat noodles I ate in that small broken hotel in the morning are not clean." With that, he took off the armed belt of the pistol hanging from his waist and threw it on the seat, pulled a few pieces of paper, opened the door and got out of the car, and ran to the back of the truck for convenience.

Yang Qiuchi looked at the pistol on the armed belt beside him, and he knew from the part of the holster that this was a domestic standard 77-style pistol, this kind of pistol can be loaded with one hand, and the loading only needs to be tightened with a finger to pull the trigger movable retainer, which is very useful in the case of an injury to one hand. There is also a delicate small Tibetan knife hanging on the armed belt, which seems to be used by this Tibetan master when he usually eats beef and mutton.

Although the air conditioner was turned on in the car, Yang Qiuchi still felt a little cold, and he took out a miniature digital camera the size of a cigarette case from his pocket, ready to take a few photos of the snow, although the gloomy sky and the chaotic flying snow were actually not beautiful.

Suddenly, Yang Qiuchi heard a shrill whistling sound like tearing cloth, and looked out, only to see that the wind outside suddenly strengthened several times, wrapped in gray snow, like a strange long snake, through the distant mountain pass, screaming and rushing towards the truck.

The whole truck rocked like a boat in a rapid.

Yang Qiuchi threw down the digital camera, nervously pounced on the car door, opened the car door with great difficulty, and poked his head out: "Hey! Get in the car, danger! ”

The Tibetan driver had already stood up, trousers in one hand and one hand stretched forward, struggling to walk towards the truck in the wind. Just as he was about to touch the back of the truck, the wind roared and intensified, blowing the front of the truck upwards like a war horse, and then slid backwards. The wind was so fierce that the car door seemed to be slapped by an invisible giant hand, and it slammed shut, almost pinching Yang Qiuchi's head.

At the moment when Yang Qiuchi shrank his head, he saw that the Tibetan pilot had already flown into the air, just like the soot scattered on the table was blown up, and his hands were waved wildly, quickly turning into a small black dot, and falling far down the cliff.

He was swept away by the wind! Such a high cliff must have fallen into meat sauce! Yang Qiuchi thought wildly in his heart, he was still laughing just now, but now he is under the cliff! Am I going to die? The wind howled, and the truck creaked and continued to slide to the edge of the cliff outside, and the dark cliff was bottomless. Yang Qiuchi felt an unprecedented great fear, and reached out and clutched the steering wheel tightly: "It's over, it's over, Lao Tzu is going to die before he gets married!" ”

Suddenly, the truck stopped and slid down, the wind disappeared, and it was surprisingly quiet outside. But this kind of quietness frightened Yang Qiuchi even more, he graduated from a medical university with a clinical major, and when he was still an intern, he had seen many patients return to the light before they died, and a moment of consciousness is often a sign of the coming of death.

A flash of light flashed by, illuminating the wheelhouse, and in the distance, in the gray mountain pass, a colorful vortex appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge funnel, like the mouth of a giant with a black hole, sucking everything on the ground into its mouth.

The wind rose again, and the huge truck flew up as if nothing, spun around several times in mid-air, and pounced on the huge black mouth.

Black, gray, and white vortices swirled around Yang Qiuchi, and snowflakes and stones swirled. Yang Qiuchi felt that at some point, he had left the truck and was spinning and drifting beside the truck. He was surprised to see a man in the cab, his head slamming all over the cab, blood splattering.

The man turned his head, and Yang Qiuchi saw clearly that the person in the cab was Yang Qiuchi himself!

Has your soul left your body? Are you dead? Death turned out to be so simple, there was no pain, and if you knew that death was so easy, then there was no need to be afraid.

The vortex was turning faster and faster, and Yang Qiuchi saw himself in the cab, smashed his head through the window glass, flew out, and quickly flew up and disappeared into the depths of the funnel.

Yang Qiuchi was still floating near the truck, as light as a feather. At this moment, the funnel suddenly turned around and spat out the contents of his stomach. Yang Qiuchi and the truck originally flew upward, but now they turned into a downward fall. He clawed his hands and lost consciousness.

Just when Yang Qiuchi was slowly losing consciousness, he saw a person, lying between a shiny jade belt, with bright red blood around his body. Yang Qiuchi felt himself fluttering towards the man, and then, everything fell into darkness.

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