There was no one and no car on the highway, Yan Zhen let it try to drive for a while, and found that it was fully competent for the driver's job, so he closed his eyes with peace of mind. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The pickup truck moved forward at a constant speed, and a rag doll sat in the cab, holding the steering wheel in one hand and an erected rolling pin in the other.

If the driver of a passing vehicle sees this scene, he can drive the car directly into the field.

Yan Zhen was tired, and as soon as he touched the back of the chair, he fell asleep and didn't wake up, and when he opened his eyes again, it was dark.

The pickup truck was parked on the side of the road, PK9587 was lying motionless on the steering wheel, and several cars were parked horizontally in front of the road.

"What time is it?" He asked PK9587 in sleep.

PK9587 turned into an ordinary rag doll again, and Yan Zhen didn't get a response, knowing that it had run out of energy and entered a standby state.

He rubbed his dry eyes and opened the car door, his legs, which had not moved for too long, were numb enough to lose consciousness, and he stretched his legs out of the car door to recirculate the blood.

Sweeping his gaze to the cars in front of him, Yan Zhen thought that he had excellent eyesight, so he was very sure that the drivers in those cars were twisting strangely!

Holding back the tingling in his legs, he lifted his rolling pin and got out of the car to check on the drivers, and slowly approached the nearest taxi.

There was the light of the pickup truck, and he could see inside from three meters away from the taxi.

To be precise, he saw the driver's condition clearly, his skin was dry and wrinkled, his eye sockets were sunken, and he had turned into a dried corpse just like the villagers in the previous village.

The dead driver's body was trapped in the driver's seat with his seat belt, which is why he twisted his body and limbs in an attempt to break free.

"Damn, how did you live?" Yan Zhen raised his eyes to look at several other cars, and the driver waving his arms inside was exactly the same as the taxi driver.

And just when he was surprised and stunned, the door of a sedan that collided with a large truck suddenly fell, and Yan Zhen could only see its butt due to the angle, but the dry corpse that fell out of the car door immediately made him have a sense of crisis.

He knew that he was in the midst of an apocalypse written by someone else, a car accident, a dried corpse, and other disasters that broke out on the Internet, and he must not underestimate any extraordinary person or thing.

Including this dried corpse that couldn't even untie the seat belt, so he didn't hesitate and immediately ran back to the truck and locked the window.

The truck started again, and Yan Zhen drove it around the car blocked in the middle of the road, but unfortunately it didn't drive far, and the car didn't move.

He slammed the steering wheel hard, his eyes moving from the lower fuel gauge pointer to the rearview mirror.

He had already missed the last chance to refuel, and now those cars are likely to be his last chance.

I hope the dry corpse is not a zombie, he muttered to himself, holding the rolling pin a few tightly.

The dried corpse that fell out of the car spun around in place, and Yan Zhen, who found this, felt that things might not be so bad.

He walked over to the taxi and carefully pulled the car door, the cadaver waving his arms, his shriveled eyes not turning towards him.

They repeat the movements of struggle, but do not appear aggressive.

The hardest part is getting the driver out of his seat, he has to get up close and personal with the dried corpse, and he can be attacked.

Sometimes people's inner fear is often greater than the actual danger of things, Yan Zhen did a lot of mental construction for himself, before he opened the car door and squatted down, stretching his arm from the bottom to the top to untie the seat belt buckle on the waist of the corpse.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably, and he even forgot to breathe, the fingertips of his hands had just touched the plastic buckle, the driver's arm waved wildly and suddenly approached, the watch on his wrist swept against the tip of Yan Zhen's nose, and a strange smell drilled into his nose.

The courage that he finally mustered was deflated like this, unwilling and annoyed but aroused anger, he took off his coat and threw it on the head of the dry corpse driver, taking advantage of the distraction of the dry corpse, he quickly pulled the seat belt and unbuckled it, the dry corpse lost the fastening of the seat belt, and fell out of the car after a few struggles.

The coat on the cadre's head also fell to the ground in the struggle, and he crawled a few steps, his head turning stiffly, as if he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Yan Zhen hurriedly went back to the truck and picked up PK9587, got into the taxi with it, and drove away.

A bolt of lightning slashed through the night sky like a sharp sword, followed by a rumbling thunderbolt overhead.

The raindrops smashed on the car window, and after a while, they formed a stream of water, and there were few such rainstorms in autumn in the north, and the temperature dropped accordingly, making Yan Zhen regret throwing down his coat, he knew that he shouldn't be dirty, after all, it was an extraordinary time.

Rushing

There was only the sound of rain and the sound of wipers swaying between heaven and earth, Yan Zhen looked at the time, there were still three hours before 12 midnight, but the way home was not even half completed.

For some reason, PK9587 drove the car onto a country road, which slowed down the trip, and if you had been on the high speed, you would never have traveled so far.

Visibility was reduced by the heavy rain, Yan Zhen finally saw the road signs, and was about to turn the car onto the highway, when suddenly a red figure rushed out from behind the bushes at the intersection and stopped his car.

Fortunately, he braked in time, otherwise he would have been knocked off no matter whether the other party was a human or a ghost.

Holding her hands against the front of the car was a woman in a red trench coat, her long messy hair sticking to her face, Yan Zhen couldn't see her eyes clearly, he could only see that she was pale.

"Let me get a ride, thank you, I'll pay." The woman in red walked out of the window of Yan Zhen's side and took out a few red bills from her pocket as she spoke.

"Where are you going?" Yan Zhen rolled the car window open a crack, and the cold wind blew on his face with raindrops, causing him to shiver twice in a row.

"Get out of here, you can go anywhere, don't get on the highway, it's all cars, you can't go." The woman's teeth chattered with cold, and her lips trembled as she spoke.

"Get in the car, I'll go to Y City, you can pick a random place to get off on the way." Yan Zhen heard her say that the high-speed traffic jam made his heart cold, and he couldn't go at the high speed, unless he was doing a plane, otherwise he couldn't get home before midnight.

After thanking the woman, she got into the back seat of the car, then carefully put her hand into her neckline and took out a mobile phone from her chest.

"Why is there a traffic jam on the highway?" Yan Zhen asked.

"There was a car accident, and several cars collided together." The woman clenched her phone, her arms clasped around her knees, and curled up in the saddle.

"You... Don't you see it...... Forget it, it's fine. Yan Zhen wanted to ask her if she saw the dried corpse, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed back, when it was only him, some bizarre and strange things did not seem weird, once he wanted to tell people, it was a little difficult to speak, he would be worried about being treated as a psychopath, so he chose to be silent.