Liu Bo stepped on the accelerator, and the green taxi started. The trail is quiet, with the occasional bird stopping at the front of the road. The green tin monster roared away, startling the chirping of birds. Three or two birds flew away, and the monster wanted to take the path for itself.

When the body rushed out of a distance, the birds returned and entrenched here. They chirp, you come and go, catch insects and eat them.

Huang Mao ruffled his hair, adjusted his position, and leaned comfortably on the cushion. He narrowed his eyes and yawned.

The inside of the car is closed, and the heat is pressing. Huang Mao took off his coat and set it aside. Liu Bo paid attention to the man's every move from the rearview mirror, and the hand holding the steering wheel trembled slightly, not very steady.

Huang Mao picked up the lighter that had fallen on the ground and put it back in his pocket. He rolled down the window and simply closed his eyes to recuperate.

The car passes through several tunnels, alternating between light and darkness to take control.

This tunnel is especially long, and the opening in front of it looks like it's close in front of you, but you can't open it at all. The darkness was like a pair of gentle hands, gently caressing the yellow hair's eyebrows. Under the darkness, Huang Mao's eyebrows stretched, and he snored slightly.

He looked serene, as if there was nothing special today, ordinary as everyday.

How ruthless does the heart have to be in order to be able to kill someone without the slightest fear and sleep peacefully? Liu Bo couldn't stop probing from the rearview mirror, he was thoughtful.

The car stalled and stopped in the middle of the tunnel. Liu Bo leaned his head on the steering wheel, panting, his hand holding the steering wheel began to exert force, and his muscles burst out.

Immediately afterward, he raised his head, his eyes resolute, as if he had made up his mind.

He turned around, looked at the sleeping face of the yellow hair, and stretched out his arms.

With a click, the lighter in his pocket slipped out again and fell to the ground with a noisy noise. Liu Bo stopped his movements and begged the man not to wake up. He held his breath and stared at the yellow fur for a long time.

Fortunately, Huang Mao only frowned and was not alarmed. Liu Wavelength took a long breath and continued what he had just done.

Finally, he slipped the lighter back into the pocket of his yellow-fured coat and put the clothes back in their place. Just like it started with.

Ten minutes later, the car drove out of the tunnel. Sunshine took the lead and greeted the tin monster that rushed out. The eyes that have been in the dark for a long time can't resist the disturbance of this light, and they are a little sour. Liu Bo immediately rubbed it, not caring too much.

The light frolicked in through the window of the back seat, disturbing the man's sleep as well. He rolled over, turned his back to the sun, and went back to sleep. As the yellow fur moved, his coat slipped off again.

There was a click, and it was the sound of a lighter in his pocket falling to the ground.

After driving for about half an hour, Liu Bo turned the steering wheel, turned off the engine, and parked the car in a corner.

"Brother Yu. ”

Huang Mao waved his hand and whimpered twice, obviously unwilling to wake up.

"Brother Yu. Liu Bo's voice raised and called his name again.

Huang Mao woke up directly this time, and he shook his body suddenly, a little unclear where he was. He looked around, the winding path was secluded, and the big trees were towering, which was the mountain pass of Yanzhi Mountain.

"Brother Yu, how do you go to the landfill you said?"

Brother Yu rubbed his face, and he patted Liu Bo's shoulder, who turned back to speak, "I'll change positions with you, I'll drive it." ”

The two changed seats.

Liu Bo sat in the position where Huang Mao had just sat down, holding his chin with one hand and looking at the scenery outside the window.

The yellow hair opened for a while, and I felt a little strange. He looked at the boy in the back seat in the rearview mirror, his eyes full of suspicion.

"You pass me my coat. ”

Liu Bo picked up a crumpled denim jacket from a corner of the back seat. He patted the dust off his coat and handed over the clothes.

Huang Mao held the steering wheel in one hand and reached out to take it with the other, he put his coat on his knees, reached into his pocket and touched it.

The lighter with a metal shell was cold and cold, and when it came into contact, it looked like a knife cut.

Am I suspicious?

The young man behind him seems to be different. There is less confusion and anxiety, and more unclear emotions.

Huang Mao was suspicious and kept looking.

Along the way, I don't know if I was looking at the road or people.

The car kicked up billowing smoke and dust and crossed the sheep's intestine path.

The cramped path, as if it were striking an invading creature, slowly closed and became narrower and narrower. In the end, it was just enough for the tin monster to pass through.

The road is unrepaired and rugged. The two of them were so uncomfortable that they almost wanted to vomit.

After about fifteen minutes of driving, my eyes gradually opened up and became bright.

Five minutes later, the two finally arrived at their destination.

Liu Bo got out of the car and saw a huge pit in front of him. The whole land, as if it had been attacked by a meteorite, and a large piece of land was sunken, which looked really amazing.

It was filled with all sorts of garbage: plastic bags, half-eaten snacks after being opened, fruit peels, paper towels, torn books, used condoms...... There's even a large model of a KFC grandfather standing in the middle of a garbage mountain, as if saying hello.

Liu Bo stood at the edge of the big pit, looked in, there were a few fat mice and cockroaches, felt the popularity, fled in all directions, and immediately slipped away.

The sour smell of rotting food and the stench of stale garbage make people dizzy.

After Huang Mao got out of the car, he opened the trunk directly, and he shouted to Liu Bo, who was staring at the garbage mountain: "Abo, come and take a hand." ”

Liu Bo came in response.

Huang Mao wrapped the woman's body with a soft cushion, and he and Liu Bo worked together, one lifting his feet and the other resisting his shoulders, lifting the "object" to the edge of the garbage mountain.

The body was gently lowered, and the woman's face peeked out of the cushion, pale and bloody. The silver ornaments on the ears and the sunshine work together to compose a music that is charming to the eye.

Liu Bo's ghost made a mistake, as if he had been bewitched, and stretched out his hand. He had never worn any earrings, and it was the first time, but he took off the crescent-shaped stud with great skill.

Stud earrings sit in the palm of your hand and are extremely cold.

"What, you still want a souvenir?" Huang Mao smiled narrowly, although it was a joke, but it didn't seem like a joke.

"Apo, you can't be a pervert, right?" he put on a denim jacket and put his hands in his pants pockets, acting like a ruffian, "I heard that those perverted serial killers in the United States like to leave one or two objects as their own collection after killing someone." ”

Huang Mao looked at the silver jewelry in Liu Bo's hand, "Looking at it this way, you have a lot of potential in this regard." Tell me, brother, will you be very excited to see this corpse?"

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Liu Bo to reply, he laughed first. The shrill laughter echoed in this empty valley, which was extremely disturbing.

Liu Bo didn't raise his head, and he didn't pay attention to it directly. He looked at the object in his hand, and lost his mind.

Here it is again, and it is the vertigo again. The palm prints between the palms of the hands twisted and twisted, forming a whirlpool.

The whirlpool, spinning, spinning, and turning to the end, seemed to be shaking even Liu Bo's eyeballs in the eye sockets.

One eyeball rotates clockwise and one eye rotates counterclockwise.

Turning, turning, the eyeballs loosened, snapped, and rolled to the ground.