The chill is pressing. The car swayed with the wind. I sat in the car without distraction. Respond to change with the same. Until the white dress is ripped off.

Confrontation is the saddest torment. My slightly nervous gaze was fixed on the white dress that floated on the marble railing of the bridge. The blood-colored skirt floats in the wind. It presents a beautiful picture in the dark night.

The world is so quiet in such a scene. It was so quiet that the world seemed to be the only one left with me and the white dress fluttering in the wind.

The quieter the world. I became more and more nervous. Why didn't she come and attack me. She didn't have the guts. Or something else. Should I sit in the car and fight it or go down and fight it. Now. I had no urgent answer in my heart.

I said it earlier. I don't know when. I became timid and scared to die. I know when I began to believe in the doctrine that 'more is better than less'. Though. This white dress stopped me in disguise. But I don't want to hear sad stories about it at all. Because. A lot of the time. If you listen to it too much, you will become numb. Again. What can I change? Let who be resurrected. and who will die unjustly? I am not a savior and cannot play the role of savior.

Just when I was in a lot of thoughts. When the head is getting more and more messy. I caught a glimpse of a figure passing by my car outside the window. I hurriedly turned my head to look at the figure. Take a closer look. It turned out to be a woman with a cloak, also wearing a snow-colored white dress, passing by my car with a faint and complaining grumble. It looks like he wants to go to the top of the stone arch bridge.

With my experience in the industry and the identification of the naked eye. The woman with her cloak and her hair scattered on the road is a living person. I think it's good. A woman walks out of the house alone in the middle of the night to walk on the road. What is the connection between her and the white dress floating on the bridge?

"Oops. It's not a good thing," I exclaimed as I sat in the car. I quickly opened the door and just wanted to get out of the car. Behind me, a car with a bright light whizzed towards me. In a hurry. I closed the door. Something unexpected happened.

Say it's late. That's fast. A speeding car whizzed past me at once. And then. Like a sharp arrow, it slammed into the woman in a white dress with a cape.

After only hearing a loud crashing sound. I saw the woman in the white dress being knocked away. Draw a parabolic arc in mid-air. It's like a flower withering in the wind. Float a few times in mid-air. And then. He fell heavily to the ground.

I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer. It's because of my hesitation. I didn't get out of the car to deal with the situation. I was furious. Kicked the door open and jumped out of the car. Regardless of the dangers that can happen at any time. Desperately ran towards the woman who was hit by the car. When it was still a few steps away. I saw a large pool of blood reflected in the place where the woman's head touched the ground. I walked in and took a look. The woman lying on the ground seemed to be asleep. Maintain the state she was in when she landed. Face first touched the ground. Lie flat on the ground. It's really like falling asleep. Motionless. It's just that. A hole had been knocked out of the back of her head by the violent impact she had just had. Inside, a white sticky object spilled out of blood. Chung. No doubt. The woman in the white dress had died on the spot. Even if the fairy Lao Tzu comes. It's also a lack of skills.

I looked with disgust at the white dress that was still floating on the marble pillars of the bridge, reflecting the color of blood. It still floats there with the wind. It's an object. As if with an evil spirit. It seemed to see the tragic death of this woman with indescribable joy.

Now. I already knew it in my heart. It must be a wicked soul to the extreme. I can easily hide myself invisibly and can't let me, Mr. Yin and Yang, spy on one or two. It's really weird. The blood-colored white dress was just a façade.

I don't panic. The more this is the case. The calmer I am. Because. It hides in the shadows. I can't hurt it even if I cast all my spells. Instead, it messed me up.

So. I chose not to take it lightly. Otherwise. I'll be foiled quickly.

I just stared at the white dress. Slowly step back. Now. I've figured it out in my heart. It should also be jealous of my power. Because. The first person she chose to be the murderer of the car accident was me. But it can't easily fool me. Lost my mind. So. There was the one who drove the car and killed the woman in the white dress just now. And this poor and innocent woman. It was the real murderer behind the blood-colored white dress floating on the bridge who bewitched his mind. Thus the ghost is confused. In the middle of the night, a lonely person walked on this dark and silent road. As a result of the current tragedy.

I confronted the white dress. While stepping back. Until I retreated to the vehicle that caused the accident. I cautiously walked to the driver's seat. I reached out and opened the door. Frightened, the driver jumped up in his seat. Shouted:

"Don't kill me. Don't kill me. I hit someone. It's all my fault. I don't run away. Don't kill me" The driver buried his head in the co-pilot's seat.

"Big brother. Don't be afraid. I'm here to help you," I patted him on the shoulder from behind. I didn't think about it. His whole body was already soaking wet. It's all scared. Who hit and killed someone. Someone died. Can you not be afraid.

"Big brother. Get out of the car. You can't stay in the car any longer," I was afraid that his mind would be confused again. Fly out in a car. I don't know what kind of catastrophe will happen.

"I didn't dare to get out of the car. Don't dare to get out of the car. To get out of the car is to die. Die. I don't want to die. Don't die," the driver was shocked psychologically, trembling and curled up in the passenger seat. I won't get out of the car no matter what I say.

"Big brother. Why don't you come down and take a look. It depends on whether people can be saved. You can do it again," I grabbed him by the collar. Forcefully pulled him out of the car.

"I hit someone. I'm going to give someone their life. I'm going to die. I'm going to die," the driver said, staring blankly at me. Look at his expression in the dark of the night like a dying beast.

I grabbed him by the collar with one hand and motioned for him to calm down. The other hand slapped his face to sober him up. Said:

"Calm down. All we can do now is call the police. Do you know. There is no resurrection from the dead. It's useless if you're afraid. ”

"Call the police. How to call the police. None of us had a phone. There is no phone. He said as he looked at the woman lying on the ground as he had struck her. And then. Said in a tone similar to despair.

"People. It's dead, right? It's dead, isn't it? ”

"She's probably still alive. All we can do now is go down to the village below the road and smash their far doors. Let them call the police for us. And then. The police will call us on 120."

"Yes. Right. Alarm. Walk. Let's go knock on the door."

The driver was holding my arm and was about to walk down the road. Then he saw the white dress floating on the bridge. Because. He didn't understand the reason or the situation. He screamed:

"Look there's a white dress floating there. She's dead. Right. And. has turned into a ghost. She'll definitely seek revenge on me. She's going to float over and strangle me."

The driver panicked. Finally rolled off the embankment. Roll straight into front of the village. It's a matter of mine for me. I hurried down the dam. Lift the driver from the ground. He was thrown to the ground. Bloody faces. It's hideous. I didn't have time to help him. Hurriedly pulled him to knock on the farmer nearest to us.

We pounced. I can't help but say. All the way to smash. Nearly smashed the broken wooden gate to pieces. We clearly heard dogs in the compound. However. It only dared to bark softly, but did not dare to bite out. I supported the driver who had a nervous breakdown and shouted into the courtyard:

"Good Samaritans. Open the door. Help us. Can you call the police for us. "I repeat it over and over again. Shouting over and over again. The driver was there to knock on my door. We're knocking on the side. On the other hand, I have to keep my ears open to listen to the movements inside.

Even the good-tempered residents inside are tired of it. I shouted again. Shut your mouth. And then. Then I heard the door of the hall inside the courtyard creak open. And then. Turn on the door light. Then. Someone inside shouted at the top of his voice:

"You're here to report the funeral. You still need to knock like this. Shouting like that. He shouted and picked up an iron porcelain washbasin and smashed it at the door. I only heard a loud bang. And then. It fell to the ground with a thud.

"Good Samaritans. Don't be angry. We are also desperate. That's why I came up with this decision. Please help us."

"Help us ......," the driver said incoherently like a drunk.

"By the light in the courtyard. I saw an old man in the courtyard walking towards the far gate. He smoked a dry cigarette. He opened the courtyard door while coughing heavily. His first words were:

"Did you kill someone?"

I nodded yes at the same time. The driver collapsed at the feet of the old man.

"If you dare to walk this road in the middle of the night, you are unlucky."

"How?" I asked eagerly.

"Did you see a white dress floating on the bridge?"

"See. There's blood on it," I said, with a sigh of relief.

"So. Someone must die tonight. "The old man. Seems to know everything about what's going on.

"Old man. Is it a woman who is killed every time? And. They were all dressed in white dresses. ”

"Not bad. As long as that white dress appears in the night. There will be death on this road. It's weird. And it happens several times a year. ”

"A few times a year."

"That's right. The white dress was happy, maybe once or twice a year. I am unhappy five or six times a year. No one can say anything about this. This is the third time this year. ”

"So wicked. Elderly. Can you tell me the story? ”

The old man coughed a few times. A few more mouthfuls of thick phlegm. Sigh. Say:

"It's a long story......"

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