BGM: The bloodline of the Woyan family

Magpie's right hand rests on the glass door, and his left hand lifts up to remove the hood from his head.

"May you let me in?" said in a calm, clear voice.

For boys, some black and shiny hair is too long, and the sea half covers the eyebrows. From the side, you can see the hair covering the back of the neck, and the back part goes deep into the clothes under the neck, and I don't know how long it is. It can be said that it is a rare hairstyle, and at the same time, this feeling of hair being placed close to the body. Equally weird.

From the moment he left the big hole, he had been looking for traces of the two troublesome fellows along the way, and he had not cut his hair.

He had a pure and hearty smile on his face, but his lowered eyelids looked a little gloomy and a little gloomy. Although the lights are dim and it is difficult to fully illuminate the face outside the car window, you can still see the whiteness and delicacy of the skin, and the appearance can be said to be outstanding.

The middle-aged driver was stunned, and found that there was an unexpected situation, and the gap was very large, and he opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

"That. . . Can you let me in?" the fingers attached to the glass door of the glass car were a little white, and the magpie was still smiling politely.

"No... Want. Subconsciously refusal, not "no", but "don't".

"And... You, how are you. Sensing his faux pas, the middle-aged man wanted to explain two more sentences, and at the same time wanted to figure out the situation from the other party's mouth. The situation was surprisingly good, and the other party was not injured, which made him relax.

I said. Uncle," magpie tilted his head, "You almost hit me just now, I was obviously walking on the sidewalk, and I had a good look at the traffic light. If you don't let me in now, it's too much. ”

"But, but... This is not on the platform. And the course is also. ”

"It's not a problem with the route, I just want to take a ride. Uncle, thank you, I will treat this incident as if it didn't happen. ”

Magpie smiled gently, a smile that would seem kind to anyone.

The middle-aged driver is actually not stupid, he saw that the other party was smiling all the time, and he had not made any other expressions, such as... The rejoicing of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, as well as the anger of him as the "perpetrator", just simply laughed.

And... The middle-aged driver squinted his eyes and suddenly realized one thing: the other party was very young and should still be a student, but it looked a little difficult to judge the age. It's hard to imagine that a boy of this age can have such calmness and self-control, and can gently ask him to open the door.

Look at his smile. Middle-aged people recognize each other's differences emotionally.

。。 Unusual. This teenager is unusual. Some of the things that wanted to make his scalp numb, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

He suddenly found that when he looked at this face, he saw this hearty smile, but he seemed to feel that a door behind him was creaking open, revealing a quarter of his expressionless side face through the crack in the door. The inexplicable panic made his heart tremble, and he even wanted to scream.

- It is clear that what the other party said is reasonable and well-founded, and even if you look at it with a rational eye, there is nothing suspicious. Originally.. This matter should be appeased to the other party first, to avoid complaints, or even to eat lawsuits, it should be a big thing and a small matter, and the other party should be invited in...

。。 Wait, why "come in"?

Isn't it generally necessary to say "come up"? What is "come in"?

The driver noticed the other party's words, and after thinking about it, there was a big problem, and he thought of some "dirty things", some urban legends, and hearsay. If that's the case, it makes sense that the other party has nothing to do...

"Come in".

Let something very rational in the darkness enter the human world, let the wriggling parasite enter your own body.

Don't, don't, don't, don't!

The middle-aged driver felt cold in his hands and feet, and screamed wildly in his heart. The other party's hearty smile was so weird in his eyes at this time.

That texture... Is it human?

Danger, crisis, I'm going to die.

The middle-aged driver seems to have a very sharp intuition, and he feels that countless people have died because of the guy in front of him.

He seems to be facing something? something that should not exist in the world, twisted and noisy, fear after another, non-stop trembling, non-stop trembling~ can't escape at all, can't get rid of it at all, the shadow follows like a shadow, and his own shadow wants to kill himself. The shadow can kill you!

。。 What am I afraid of?

The driver was still stunned, as if he had been hypnotized.

Silhouette.... Only fragments can be seen, distorted and chaotic silhouettes—through his smiling face.

Slices of meat, pieces of meat, laughing pieces of paper, napkins around their necks, pigs eating humans, countless eyes crawling across the sky, horns of black chaos so huge that they are indescribably large, chaotic noises, inexplicable sounds, chewing and vomiting, and even certain sound frequencies that do not seem to be captured by a human ear.

- "Huh?"

The driver snorted.

What's going on? What's going on?

Wait- wait!

Why is that?

The soul is not abandoned, unconsciously, unaware, inexplicable, it is like a fantasy.

The driver found himself back in the driver's seat and pressed the button to open the door.

He put the outside stuff in with his own hands.

An unknown voice came from the throat of the middle-aged driver.,Can't understand the current situation.,Just now I was completely out of control.,Subconsciously did it.。。 No, not even the next time, it's like the body is acting on its own.

"Give me a ride, just take it as an apology, and I won't trouble you afterwards. ”

Magpie waved his hand with his back to the driver, and then walked straight to the last row of seats.

The middle-aged man indulges in fear, his eyes wide open, confused as he closes the car door, starts the engine, is silent, and loses his mind.

It looked like he had hysteria, even though no one could see it from this angle.

Losing the ability to think, the brain gives up thinking, passively receives information from the outside world under the guidance of something, passively drives the body, like a puppet, the walking dead.

Before, he didn't want to be an ostrich, but now, he took the initiative to bury his head in the sand, he closed his heart, selectively forget, and closed the channel of memory, which is a seemingly stupid choice of the right approach, which is the specialized state that biology has after survival of the fittest. In the face of danger, we should avoid it, and we can only pretend not to know it. Otherwise, if everyone can know those heavy truths, how can they survive normally without being crushed?

Silence.

I don't know anything.. I'm going to lower my presence—he thought. Organize yourself to recall the specious fragments of what he saw, and see the truth that should not be seen clearly.

Ignore the weird, deny the unusual, be firm in your daily life, and ignore the weird.

So... to be able to live.

Speaking of presence ... His heart suddenly contracted, and blood rushed to his limbs, and although he had tried not to think about it in that direction, it was too late for him to stop his thoughts from boiling and running wild.

That guy. . . The teenager. What does it look like?

All I remember is that it seems to have longer hair and pale skin.

Obviously looks very handsome, but at this time, the driver's heart only has such an ambiguous description of "handsome" that he just saw, but now he can't portray his expression, his demeanor and facial features in his mind. I don't remember exactly what he looked like.

But those fragments of flesh and painstaking work, that abnormal texture, can be recalled to some extent.

Secretly, the middle-aged man looked in the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye, but could only see his figure walking backwards. With black hair covering the back of the government's head, he patiently copied the spit so as not to make a sound and looked ahead, trying to concentrate on driving.