Perhaps the association was wrong, Catherine thought, for since they had been out of town, the two lights had followed firmly behind them like predators chasing their prey, and had come closer and closer.

It quickly caught up with the black ramp, parallel to it on the white cement road surrounded by olive groves, the lights in the car turned on, and the face of the town priest came out of the window, and he gestured to the young man with a stern expression, signaling him to stop immediately. Catherine nervously hugged Sasha, and she glanced at the man in the driver's seat, his face flushed, his eyes wandering, his nostrils wide open like a hippopotamus rising above the water, and his wheezing almost drowned out the engine — he slowed down slightly, making his car inferior to the silver Impreza STI, and slammed the steering wheel to the right — the front of the car smashed the door and squeezed it out of the shoulder.

Catherine heard the screeching sound of brakes, the air was filled with the foul smell of rubber, the rear mirror on the right side of the black ramp car was crumbling, and the glass was almost all shattered, but when she looked up from the violent collision and shaking, she actually saw that the Impreza STI was a little shaky but still strong, and followed closely behind - the body on its right side seemed to have been suddenly gnawed off by some beast, but the engine inside, the person in the driver's seat, and the tires on the ground were all intact. The man beside Catherine trembled, his hand on the steering wheel, and muttered to himself for a moment, then he took out a short-handled double-barreled five-shot shotgun from under his seat, stuck out the window, and fired several shots behind him without looking, until all the bullets were gone.

Catherine turned her head, and the Impreza STI moved left and right in the narrow two-lane lane, as agile as the program team in a video racing game, and the five bullets did not affect it as much as the previous man-made mini-accident, and it even overtook it with the driver of the black sedan who could not fully concentrate on driving, and it whizzed forward for a long distance before making a bend in the road and stopped. The priest jumped out of his seat and spread his arms like Jesus on the cross.

The corners of the man's mouth went up and then down, his foot removed from the brakes, put it on the accelerator, and stepped on it to the end, his car was old, but like all American cars, it was thick and heavy, and it was no problem to hit a person and then drive a Japanese-made sports car.

The car crashed straight into the priest with a muffled "puff" sound, and a black shadow flew through the front window, and Catherine blindfolded Sasha.

The black ramp continued to move forward, pushing away the silver Impreza STI, and the man increased his speed again, the sound of the engine getting louder and louder, but the strength provided was not small at all: "Hold on, old man." He whispered, "When you get to the city, you can retire to the car dump." ”

Then he heard a "pounce", like someone had smashed an egg above his head. He followed the sound and looked up, and a silvery-white cone was peeking out of the shabby, discolored interior leather.

It spun and stabbed like lightning, above the middle of the man's puzzled eyes, and held it by a black-gloved hand with a small arm, the black robe on the outside and the white shirt on the inside had been cut into strips by sharp metal turns, but the exposed muscles and smooth skin were not harmed in the slightest. Catherine took a soft breath, put one hand behind her back, and pulled the lock of the car door hard; The arm retracted with the murder weapon, but in a dozen seconds or so, the crack in the roof widened further, and the two feet stretched out, and they kicked the driver towards Catherine, allowing his owner to take the driver's place.

The wound on the man's head was bleeding a little, his whole upper body was pressed against Catherine and Sasha's body, and the lower half of his body was nestled behind the steering board, and the destruction of his forehead lobe made his little sanity melt away like ice and snow in the sun, and he began to speak foul words, but only one or two sentences, for the poison fed by the great cross, which Catherine was familiar with, quickly spread through the bloodstream to the muscles, and cut them off from the nerves, and when they were transferred to the respiratory muscles, Men will die of suffocation.

The feeling of dying on oneself is really flattering, Catherine moves Sasha behind her back, holding back her nausea and grabbing the man who is gurgling in her throat, she can't decide whether to push him to the left (i.e. the driver's direction) or behind - she can't open the door, the car is equipped with a sensor switch with a speed of 10km/h (when the speed is greater than 10km/h, if the door is not locked, the driver does not need to do it, the door lock controller automatically locks the door), Catherine didn't dare to let the car get out of control at such a time, and God knows if the car's airbags would still work.

The door behind Catherine whined, and the priest turned his head to find a large empty patch behind the woman's head, and a child's hand pressed on the window controller, and the windows were all lowered, and the cold wind poured into the car.

Passing over the deceased's shoulder, Catherine saw a slight look of anger on the priest's kind and chubby face, a piece of flesh on the left cheek was peeling off, and the rest was cracking, but it was still the normal human skin that was exposed, and she knew at once what kind of face she would see, a handsome and attractive face, but which most often appeared in her nightmares.

Sasha grabbed Catherine by the collar, his head and shoulders tilted back slightly, almost out of the car.

The priest's grim gaze did not linger long on Catherine, he almost flickered slightly, his eyes glancing at the roof of the car like the man he had killed earlier, and one of his hands pressed against the cross.

The brown fur flickered at the edge of the shapeless hole in the roof.

The priest pressed the brakes hard, the car rushed out of dozens of meters like a wild horse out of force and then stopped, Catherine hit the glass along with the corpse on her body, and the man who still had residual warmth rushed out of the car window, leaving a big hole in it, and Catherine because of its "protection", except for the internal organs and brain churning together, there was no great damage, and the sand was ...... Catherine suddenly felt cold, and Sasha, who had been curled up behind her, was gone.

The door clicked open, and the priest slid out of the car gracefully, pausing for a moment before turning his gaze to the olive grove, with a pair of dark red eyes in the darkness.

A monkey, two-thirds the size of an adult, crouching on an olive tree with one arm around the sand, saw the priest, let out a shrill howl, and scurried into the swarthy foliage.

Before that, the priest saw Sasha waving at him and saying "goodbye" with his mouth, which was a peculiar way of waving his hand, using only his wrists, and his palms swaying rhythmically from side to side on a flat surface, which is often used by children.

(To be continued)

The cold continues, I'll be a little more on Saturdays and Sundays, sorry......