I went back to the convenience store, pulled out a small rechargeable flashlight, and followed the car where it had left. I checked the whole road, and there was no place except for a puddle of blood just now.

Not to mention a puddle, I didn't find a drop of blood. This is really strange, according to the bloodstains, this corpse should still be in a state of bleeding. But after I checked it, I found that there was not a drop of blood in the car, whether it was coming in or out.

It's just weird. I thought about it, but after meditating, it didn't work out in the end. So he stopped thinking about it, and washed the blood stains from the ground.

I suddenly remembered that the "Haotian Decoration Company" may be just a small employee. And the paint in the trunk may also be, but the paint smells weird, much like bloodstains.

Forget it, even if it's murder, it has nothing to do with me, right? I'm still going to do what I'm supposed to do!

I walked into the convenience store and acted as if nothing had happened, so that even if I investigated, I wouldn't be able to take care of myself.

It's only three o'clock in the morning, and I can still rest for a while. I brought a recliner and placed it in front of the glass door of the convenience store, but closed the glass door tightly. That way, things won't be stolen here, and I'll know if anyone comes.

It's a little hot in the convenience store, and the ceiling fan overhead is fanning carelessly, and it looks like it might stop at any time. When the new boss comes, I have to tell him to change the fan, otherwise, it will be really hot.

I don't know how long I slept, but I heard someone knocking on the door. But the sound is very strange, triple and light, very frequent, and very regular.

I opened my eyes, and when I opened them again and looked out the door, I regretted that I shouldn't have looked.

But after seeing it, I was so frightened that I fell off the recliner and fell to the ground.

Outside the glass door, a man covered in blood stood. His eyes were wide, his face was covered in blood, and his head was smudged. The body was also very unhurried, and with a bleeding hand, he knocked three times on the glass door and two lightly.

It's like a little hammer hitting my heart and making me shudder. In the middle of the night, I suddenly saw a person covered in blood, standing in front of you, what is your attitude? Anyway, I was scared, and I didn't pay attention to him, just sat on the ground and watched.

"Boy, help me, I'm so hungry." The man spoke.

When I looked into his mouth, it was dry, and the skin on the skin of his mouth was already cracked. Some are pale, much like people in the desert, people who haven't drunk water for a long time.

I leaned on the chaise longue and slowly got up from the floor. Then I came to him, but I didn't open the glass door rashly, but said, "Uncle, can I help you call the police?" ”

Hearing me say call the police, he looked very nervous, hurriedly fiddled with his hands, and said no, no. "I'm just hungry, just give me something to eat, and I'll leave when I'm done."

I looked at him very pitiful, I don't know if it was because of the car accident or some other reason. But I'm not a good person, so I can't eat for nothing, right?

He looked at me and didn't move, seemed to understand what he meant, and hurriedly put his hand into the pocket of his coat and rummaged for money. Finally, after rummaging through all my pockets, I scraped together about a dozen dollars and handed them to me through the gap in the open glass.

I'm going to let him in, after all, money is a customer. But he resolutely refused to come in, saying that it would be okay to eat outside, and then I made him a bowl of hot noodles, added two ham sausages to it, opened the glass door, and handed it to him.

He hurriedly thanked him, then put it on the steps of the door, and began to gobble it up.

I still don't think it's right, if it's a person who has been in a car accident and escaped, I can't tell. Even if you are not an accomplice, you can be mistaken for a cover-up.

I hurriedly asked again, "Uncle, don't you really need to help call the police?" "This time there was no glass door in between, and the smell of blood mixed with paint that I had smelled was coming again.

"No, no." Uncle waved at me while eating.

I couldn't hear it clearly, but I understood what he meant. Since he insisted on doing so, I had no choice but to give up, just hoping that he would leave after eating, and not cause me any trouble.

He ate quickly, finishing the noodles in just a few minutes. Then he put aside the instant noodle carton bowl, wiped his mouth carelessly, and then looked up and asked me, "Is there cold water?" I want to take a sip, free as long as I can. ”

I nodded, thinking about getting rid of it. So he took a glass, then dropped him a glass of water and handed it to him.

He took it and quickly finished drinking the water. As he looked up, I noticed a red mark on his neck, but I didn't know what it was, so I didn't bother to ask.

He burped in satisfaction, returned the glass to me, and held out his hand. I looked at his outstretched posture and knew he wanted a cigarette. But I don't smoke, and there are no cigarettes for sale here, so I can only apologize to him that no.

He seemed to understand me, and pointed to the gas tank behind him, although he was a little regretful, but he didn't say much.

But in my heart, I am looking forward to it, uncle, you can go. There's so much blood here, I'll have to clean it up later. If he doesn't leave, I can't rush either, so I can only spend it with him all the time.

There was a sentence in the middle that said nonsense, and then I knew that this uncle drove a truck, often pulling goods from other places, and then traveled more than a thousand miles to sell them in other provinces.

The business is not bad, but it is just driving a truck to pull goods, and this profession is also a bit dangerous. Because you don't know when you're going to bump into a local scoundrel and stop your car, just to extort your money, as long as you give money, they'll let you go. If you don't give money, you can only be beaten.

I looked at my uncle's blood all over his body, so I asked curiously, "What's the matter with the blood on your body?" ”

The uncle was stunned for a moment, then looked at himself, then at me, and asked rhetorically, "Where is the blood?" Are you young and your eyes are spent? He said, smiling at me.

I promise I'm definitely not dazzled, but why doesn't this uncle in front of me admit that he has blood on his body? Don't you know it hurts?

Before I could ask, he stood up, then shook himself and walked straight to the outside of the gas station without saying hello to me. But after he left, I suddenly thought, how did he come to this highway section? Is it from the village? This is not in keeping with his profession.

When he stepped out of the gas station light, I deliberately glanced at it, but suddenly found that there was no shadow behind him.