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I don't understand what they're sending me this document for, and I don't understand it.

But I don't know why, but every time I have the patience to read through those things.

This document is a bit strange, and after the end of the previous paragraph, there is a hidden document with four words written on it:

"Death Narrative"

Without any hesitation, I clicked to open:

"At that time, I drove the truck to a three-way intersection, and I saw a road sign pointing to the right - 1000 acres for 60 kilometers. My truck turned right, and the next thing I was in trouble was on.

This is my second time in trouble. The first time was in the mountainous area of southern Anhui, Anhui Province, and that was more than ten years ago. At that time, my Jiefang brand, not the later Yellow River, crashed a child into a reservoir more than ten zhang below on a narrow winding mountain road. There's no way I can do that.

My truck was sliding down the road, and after the seventh sharp turn, I suddenly noticed a child in front of me, who was only three or four meters away from me, and he was also sliding down on his bicycle. I didn't have time to brake, the only way was to make a sharp turn to the left or right.

But if I turn left, I will hit the mountain wall, and my liberation card will explode, and it will burn, and I will turn to ashes without bothering the crematorium. And turning to the right, my liberation card will crash headlong into the reservoir, so the sound of bulky things falling into the reservoir must be scary

The splashed water waves must also be very fat, and I have no second possibility except to be suffocated by the water. Anyway, I had no choice but to knock the boy into the reservoir. I saw the boy turn his head to look at me in panic, his eyes dark and bright.

I still remember it well until much later. As soon as you close your eyes, the two black and shiny things will jump out immediately. The boy only glanced at me, and immediately threw his body sideways, and his clothes were swollen by the wind, which were the work clothes worn by adults.

I heard a shout: "Daddy! "That's it, and then there's nothing. The sound was shrill and loud, ringing twice in the mountains, and the second was an echo of crashing against the mountain wall. The echo sounded unreal, as if it had floated out of a distant cloud. I didn't stop the car, I was completely stupid.

It wasn't until the truck left the winding road and drove down the flat, wide road below that I was surprised that I hadn't fallen off the mountain. When I'm stupid, my hands aren't stupid, after all, I've been driving trucks for years. No one knows about it, so I won't say it.

I reckon the boy was the son of a worker in a forest farm in the mountains. I wonder if the father cried when he fished his son out of the reservoir? Maybe the man had many sons, and it didn't matter if one died. The children in the mountains are very vigorous. I think the kid was about fourteen or fifteen years old. It was not easy for his father to raise him so big, after all, it cost a lot of money. The boy died a tragic death, and he lost a bicycle.

I had forgotten about it a long time ago, and I had forgotten it completely. But when my son grew up, when he was fifteen years old, he wanted to learn how to ride, and I taught him. The little guy is smart, and he will go around in circles on his own in half a day, and he doesn't need my support at all.

I looked at my son's joy, and my heart was happy. I was really shocked when the little guy was born fifteen years ago, he didn't look like a human at all, but like a toy bought from a department store.

At that time, he was lying in the cradle and always kicking his legs, and one moment the urine came, and the next moment the came again, and there was a loud fart, which stinked strangely. But in a flash, it was so big, and he rode his bicycle vividly.

This is the end of my life, and I will have to see my son in the future. My son is not bad, he is very angry with me, and the teachers at school always praise him. Originally, when I went out by car, I always thought about my wife, but then I didn't want my wife when I had a son, I always missed my son.

When my son was happily riding his bicycle, for some reason, I was reminded of the child who was knocked into the reservoir more than ten years ago. The son's back on the bike was almost identical to the child's.

Especially with that black hair, it's just a person. So the wide overalls also fluttered in my head.

The worst part was that day when my son hit a tree while riding his bike, he panicked and shouted "Daddy". The sound of this scream made my heart tremble, and the scene of the child being thrown sideways and falling into the reservoir was immediately clear.

Strangely, the sound of my son's imminent voice sounded so far away to me, like an echo in the mountains. The child's panicked screams that had disappeared for so many years were now being shouted through my son's mouth.

For a moment, I felt like my son was the one I had hit into the reservoir in the first place. I often grieve for no reason. I didn't tell anyone, not even my wife.

Later, I was always in a trance. It was unbearable for me to see that child appear in such a way after many years.

But I thought maybe it would be better in a few years, and when my son was eighteen years old, I might not see the shadow of that child in him anymore.

Just like the first one, I had no premonition before the second one. I remember the weather was fine that day, and the sky was so blue that I didn't dare look at it.

I'm in a bad mood and not bad. I opened the windows on both sides, my shirt open, and the wind blew me very comfortably. The sound of my Yellow River brand was like a cow calling, and that sound made me feel very strong.

I drove fast on the asphalt road at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour. I saw the road spin under my wheel like cloth on a dyeing machine. My wife works in a printing and dyeing factory, so I think so. But I had only run 30 kilometers before the asphalt road came to an end.

And a road full of holes began. It was as if it had been bombed by planes, and I sat in the car as if I was on horseback, shivering and shuddering, and it would bounce up violently.

The contents of my stomach went on a rampage. Then I stopped the car. At this time, a Jiefang license car drove on the opposite side, and when I got to the side, I asked the driver, "What kind of road is this?" ”

The driver said:

"You're here for the first time, aren't you?"

I nodded.

And he said:

"No wonder you don't know, it's called a car jumping off the road."

I'm sitting in the car bouncing straight like a flea, can I not get dizzy? I felt in a daze that on my right was the sea, a large area of yellow water, and the tide was rising in an endless way, and the sound of the tide stirred my stomach.

I felt like I had a yellow patch in my stomach. I stuck my head out the window and vomited desperately, and it was a yellow patch.

I vomited tears, my legs trembled, and my waist cramped like a convulsion, and I thought that if I threw up like this, I would have to vomit my stomach, so I covered my mouth with my hand.

At that time I had already seen a wide asphalt road not far ahead, and it would not be long before my truck would escape the road and be on the flat road ahead.