"Well, okay . . " Uncle showed a tired face, since he returned the phone to me, and Ni Niandie pulled it from it, our relationship has been good, and sometimes we can even make harmless jokes on each other.

"I'm the second, my dad has been driving the most lately, so he should sleep a little longer." The daughter thoughtfully pushed her father's back into the bedroom of the RV. She poked her head out of her small room and showed a pure smile: "Xiaoye, the safety of our family is in your hands." ”

"Don't worry." I gestured reassuringly, and the girl retracted her head to fill up sleep.

The whole RV was quiet. I left the small light in the living room, took out my phone and flipped through the news. Li Nuoyi would send dozens of text messages every day, asking where I was. For some reason, she and the old man couldn't track my signal anyway. At first, I was a little surprised, but then I had a vague guess.

Is it because of the interference of 'that thing'? Otherwise, with the huge connections and energy of Yang Junfei's detective agency, how could the defenseless Ni Niandie's family not be tracked! Of course, this is just speculation. After I contacted Li Noyi, the huge bounty had also been canceled. There are only pieces of scolding on the Internet that they think it is 'hype'. This is very good, and it should be forgotten by the gossip crowd at the speed of light.

Moreover, humans are inherently forgetful creatures.

The night of the prairie is quiet, but it is not quiet. I used my phone to connect to the Internet for a while, and looked out the window boredly. In the blurred vision, there are many nocturnal creatures moving in the grassland. There were no cars on the road, and I could even hear the sound of moles burrowing in the ground.

It was an amazing experience. Based on this alone, it is not for nothing that I was accidentally involved in a dangerous situation by being hit by a car this time. Forget it, I'll admit, it's purely self-soothing.

Time flows quietly, is it a few centimeters in seconds? While I was thinking about it, I summarized the clues of the last six days. From Ni Niandie and my uncle, I didn't get much information. They also seemed confused, unclueless about the appearance of 'that thing'.

Naturally, I can't figure out exactly what 'that thing' really is. To be honest, all I know so far is that it likes to take on human form, especially women. And I still don't understand why it forces us to run on the highway and chase after it.

Maybe this supernatural force has no purpose in the first place, just a preference. Its preference, which happens to be the endless, winding highway?

I also found the temple that my uncle was going to look for. It is in the small town of Xinxiu, which is more than 300 kilometers away from Lhasa, and it is said that the lamas there have been exorcising evil spirits for generations, and they are very famous. Even celebrities love to go. I was noncommittal about this, and even somewhat scoffed. Which strange thing I encountered can be exorcised and exorcized. If you can really use the temple or the psychic, there won't be so many people around you.

I really can't look at this kind of person. It's just that Ni Niandie's family can only rely on this, constantly looking for people who are said to be powerful, and continue to look for them after failing again and again. If they don't, it's really hard for them to have faith to hold them up.

The clock on my phone quietly pointed to one o'clock, I stretched, stood up, and knocked on Ni Niandie's door. She came out sleepily and disheveled, and washed her face with water: "Go to my bed and rest, I will call you before leaving." ”

"No, it's better to fall asleep on the couch." I turned down her kindness.

The girl didn't hold out, and sat on a small stool across from the couch, looking at me with big rippling watery eyes. I lay down on the couch with my eyelids fighting, as if I had a thousand pounds. Soon, he lost consciousness in a daze. Tiredness swept through my body, and I vaguely felt that Ni Niandie walked to my head, but I was really sleepy, and I didn't bother to open my eyes, so I fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took me to wake up with a strange noise. The arm was heavy, and there seemed to be something pressing on it. I pushed my eyelids open, my blurry vision slightly dry from the rays of light. Ni Niandie did not fulfill her duty of vigil at all, her chin pressed against my arm, and she knelt on the ground, her face only three centimeters away from my forehead.

The warm breath blew onto my skin, tickling and comfortable.

I sighed, smiled wryly and picked her up and gently placed her on the couch. The sleepy bug girl showed no signs of waking up at all because of my movements. I pulled the blanket over her and rubbed my sore neck.

Fortunately, nothing happened to her lethargy.

I thought happily as I looked around. Suddenly, a figure not far away startled me. That figure is very familiar, and it is actually an aunt who lacks the ability to act like a puppet.

What the hell did she want to do when she walked to the car door alone? It was the first time I had seen her move on her own. It didn't take long for me to figure out where the noise that woke me up was coming from!

The aunt who looks only in her thirties is actually very beautiful. Because he does not get sunlight all year round, his skin is very white and there are no small wrinkles in middle-aged people. I even doubt that she couldn't have given birth to Ni Niandie when she was a minor, right?

My aunt was on her knees with her side facing me, staring blankly at the air in front of her. In my astonishment, she slammed her forehead on the ground and kowtowed hard. And then he kept saying, "I'm sorry." I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. ”

There was no emotion in her voice, no high ebb and flow of melody, just numb repetition and repetition. Those who listen to it feel their scalp tingle. My gaze swept over the air of her apology, rubbed my eyes, and still saw nothing.

Who is my aunt apologizing to? Apologize for? Is it sleepwalking? Usually she is motionless, never speaks, and even needs to be fed when she eats. And the so-called sleepwalking, in addition to congenital, is mostly because of too much pressure in life. I don't think a congenital sleepwalker would apologize for a cloud of air. It is also debatable whether people with poor behavior will feel stressed mentally.

I quietly watched her kowtow and apologize, and didn't dare to disturb her. But with her dry apology, she always felt that the surroundings had become strange.

It's cold, and the temperature drops suddenly. The dim light in the living room shone out of the window, and it could have spread out for more than ten meters. But at some point, the darkness was like a monster that devoured the light. The orange-red light shot out of the car and disappeared without a trace not long after.

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