In Wancheng at night, even the air is filled with the scent of desire.
The singing and dancing of orioles and swallows under the feasting lights make this charming city a bit decadent.
On the busy streets, trucks whizzed by from time to time.
The moment the Mercedes-Benz with license plate A37666 parked on the side of the road, I must admit that I was nervous.
For more than half a year, I have been looking for Qin Sihai.
I imagined meeting him countless times and him telling me all the answers.
And all this will be realized today.
The car stopped, the driver got out and opened the back door, covering it with his hands.
I saw a walking stick leaning on the ground.
Then, the legs wearing trousers were slowly lowered from the car.
His movements were slow and he seemed to have trouble moving.
When he leaned out of the car, the driver hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
And I just wanted to step forward, but at this moment.
Suddenly, a beam of super bright light shines towards the roadside.
As the bright light flashed, everyone subconsciously covered it with their hands.
Then, there was a roar of the engine.
A large truck hit the Mercedes-Benz on the side of the road and directly hit it.
The speed of the car is so fast that people cannot react at all.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the large truck hit the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz.
The driver did not step on the brakes at all and continued to step on the accelerator.
The Mercedes-Benz was pushed to the side of the green belt, and the entire car body tilted.
The two people sandwiched between the two cars were no longer visible.
The big truck stopped and the driver jumped out of the car.
I hurriedly stepped forward to catch him.
As soon as I moved, a motorcycle roared towards me, and the driver jumped on the motorcycle.
In a burst of roar, it disappeared into the vast night.
This scene made me completely dumbfounded.
I searched hard for him for half a year, thinking that hope was just around the corner, but he died like this?
With a glimmer of hope remaining, I stepped forward and took another look.
The two people were bruised and bloody, and they had lost their human form.
At this time, I felt so sad and angry that I wanted to cry without tears.
All the hard work for so long came to nothing at this moment.
Who did this?
I tried hard to calm down, took out my cell phone, and dialed Zou Xiaoxian's number.
The call was quickly connected, and Zou Xiaoxian's lazy voice came from the other side:
"What's up?"
"Qin Sihai is dead!"
"How is that possible?"
Zou Xiaoxian's voice became sober.
"How is it impossible? He died right in front of my eyes. He was hit by a truck and the driver ran away!"
I said coldly. Zou Xiaoxian on the opposite side fell silent.
After a while, she asked me:
"You suspect I did it?"
"I don't doubt anything. I just want to tell you that he died tragically. That's all!"
As soon as I finished speaking, I hung up the phone.
I lit a cigarette and looked in the direction of the car accident.
At this time, my brain was completely in a state of mush.
After taking a few long puffs of cigarette, I called Mr. Hong and told him to tell everyone to go back.
That night, I smoked cigarettes one after another and barely slept.
I can't understand why Qin Sihai died like this? Who was the person who killed him?
I don’t know how much time passed, but just as I was putting out my cigarette and preparing to take a break, my phone suddenly rang.
The ringtone in the middle of the night startled me.
An unfamiliar number was displayed on the fluorescent screen that shone in the darkness.
I picked up the call, but there was silence and no sound from the other side.
"Who are you?"
I asked.
"You didn't sleep?"
This voice is not familiar, but I seem to have heard it somewhere.
"Who are you?"
I asked.
The other person's answer gave me a creepy feeling.
"Qin Sihai!"
At this moment, my palms felt cold, and the hairs on my body seemed to stand up.
Ghosts are afraid of evil people, and their fate is given to tough men.
I calmed myself down, not to mention that I didn’t believe in ghosts and gods at all.
"The person who died today was your substitute?"
"It doesn't matter who he is. Don't you want to see me? Now go downstairs and there is a black motorcycle on the roadside. Get on the motorcycle directly and the rider will take you to see me. Remember, don't let those people around you follow you.
You. Otherwise, I won’t see you!”
"Now?"
"Yes, now. Otherwise, you will never see me again in this life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Sihai hung up the phone.
Take your phone and walk to the window.
I opened a gap in the curtains and looked downstairs.
On the empty street, a motorcycle was parked on the side of the road.
A rider was leaning on his motorcycle and smoking a cigarette out of boredom.
I thought for a moment, sent a message, then got dressed and went downstairs.
When we got downstairs, the rider looked back at me and handed me the helmet hanging on the handle.
After getting on the motorcycle, the two of us drove in the silent night.
Along the way, I occasionally checked my phone a few times and sent a few messages.
About half an hour later, the motorcycle parked next to a small farmhouse next to the town.
This small building looks to be quite old, with grass all around and mottled walls everywhere.
"Here, go in!"
The rider said something and then disappeared into the night on his bike.