"Where did the truck go? Why can't I find it?" I panicked.
It was around 9 p.m., and the 318 National Route was completely dark. I grabbed the steering wheel, pressed the accelerator to the bottom, and stared at the road ahead.
Snake Girl was looking at the map in the back seat and said: "Brother Xiang, there is a fork in the road five kilometers ahead. It seems that you can go directly to the north of Zheduo Mountain. The truck may have gone down the fork."
Mi Niang Razhen's face was ugly. She grasped the handrail tightly with her right hand and suddenly pointed forward in fear and shouted: "People! Look at the road! Look at the road!"
I was just about to say, I'm watching, what's your name?
Suddenly, the high-beam headlights dimly illuminated a person lying in the middle of the national road. I couldn't tell whether it was a human being or not, because he seemed to have no head.
Now the speed exceeds 100 kilometers per hour, and a distance of several hundred meters can be reached in the blink of an eye.
I pressed the brakes as hard as I could and turned the steering wheel sharply to the left!
The rear wheels of the car locked up, and the huge braking inertia caused the three of us to fall forward instantly!
Both Miniang Razhen and I were wearing seat belts, but the snake girl was not, so she hit her head on the back of the car seat! The old lady who had been dead for three days also rushed to the front of the car because no one was catching her!
In an instant, the old lady's entire upper body was lying on Mi Niang Razhen's lap.
The clothes covering the old lady's face were also thrown away. What is it like for a person to be dead for three days? The eyes are closed, the face is black, the lips are blue, and the nose is constantly flowing with yellow water.
"ah!!"
A high-decibel scream sounded, which stung my eardrums.
The car shook for a while and its speed gradually dropped.
The snake girl looked painful and covered her forehead. She immediately helped her mother back.
Miniang Razhen closed her eyes, waved her hands wildly, and shouted: "Take it away! Take it away! Take it away quickly!"
I held the steering wheel and gasped for breath and asked: "Then... was that a person? We ran over him."
Miniang Razhen's forehead was covered with sweat. She also panted and said, "It's not wrong! He is lying alone in the middle of the road! Well...it seems like there is nothing above the neck."
"Call... call the police! Yes! I want to call the police!"
"What are you doing! Stop!"
"It wasn't us who killed him! It must have been caused by another car! Why did you call the police!"
She was holding her cell phone, looking panicked, and said urgently: "In that case, we should call the police! We are not the perpetrators! But if we run away now, our behavior will be considered an escape! I will call the police now!"
I pulled over the car, put on the handbrake, turned around and snatched her cell phone away.
"Are you really stupid? Who would believe you if you say it wasn't you who hit you? It would be weird if people don't blackmail you!"
"It's dark here, not to mention surveillance cameras! There's not even a streetlight! You said you didn't hit it! Who can testify for you?"
After listening to my words, she gasped continuously and nodded in panic: "Yes, you are right! We can't call the police! Let's get out of here quickly!"
I took a flashlight, got out of the car and looked at the wheels.
It can be clearly seen that there are some blood stains on the tires.
The high beam flashed sharply just now. Judging from the appearance of his clothes, the person lying in the middle of the road must be a man. I made a random guess that he might have been drunk and fell asleep in the middle of the road and was run over by a large car, or for some other reason.
Get in the car, close the door, and light the fire.
I deliberately did not mention this matter, and turned to the co-pilot, Miniang Razhen: "As a local, you should know that there is a fork in the road ahead where you can go. Where is it?"
She swallowed her saliva and replied: "Going down from there, it seems to lead to the fruit and mushroom garden owned by Tianpei Ranch. It is very large, with dozens of acres of land.
I held the steering wheel with one hand, folded the map, looked at it, and studied it again.
It took ten minutes for the traffic police to check the car. My speed did not exceed 100, and the national highway was completely dark. The truck with the tail number 641 had a local license plate number. It could not go too fast when driving normally, and it should be a heavy truck.
The map showed that there was only one fork in the road ahead. I chased it for so long and didn’t even see the rear lights. It was very likely that the truck went down the fork.
I turned around and said, "You are going to Yajiang. We are about to go down the fork in the road. How about I leave you here? It's not far anyway. There should be a car passing by later. You are looking for a ride."
