Chapter 703 Contrast

"Drunk driving?" I looked at the car that was moving crookedly and in an "S" shape, and I felt a little confused: "I walked north and didn't see any vehicles passing by. Did the driver drive in the wrong direction? "

The car drove very slowly, and it wasn't too far away from me.

Putting away the mask of the Good and Evil Shura, I arranged my things, hurriedly walked down the mound, and chased the car.

The road leading to the north has not been maintained for a long time. The ground is uneven and there are large pieces of cement missing in some places. If you are not careful, you will step on it and fall easily.

The car didn't have headlights, and I lacked lighting tools. I was in a hurry to catch up, so I didn't pay much attention. I stepped into the puddle. In the splashing water, I saw something jumping high and escaping to the road. In the weeds and puddles beside.

"It looks like a frog?" I stood there stunned for a while: "Although Jinghai is in southern China, the climate is humid and sultry, but it is late autumn after all, how can there be frogs?"

Seeing it with my own eyes, I have to believe it.

Following the direction in which the frog left, I used my discerning eye to look. I was a little surprised to find that there were quite a few frogs lying on the road that was soaked by the rain.

I don’t know much about amphibians, and I couldn’t tell whether these were frogs or toads in the dark. I just felt uncomfortable looking at them for no reason.

"It's strange, they didn't prepare for hibernation, why are they running on the road? Is it because of the rain?" When I left the restaurant, the boss once said about Jinghai's customs. The locals hate rainy days. It seems that all Ominous things happen on rainy nights.

"I can't figure it out. I still have too few clues. Maybe I will find something when I get to the pig cage apartment." The live broadcast task requires me to arrive before 12 o'clock in the morning. Now I don't even know the location of the apartment. I can't help but feel a little anxious.

"If the distance is too far, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the live broadcast. It seems that I can only ask this driver to help." Black hair is entangled in my shadow, and there is no one around. At this time, even if I use ghost magic on the driver, there will be no chance. People can find out.

The car was still driving crookedly on the road at a very slow speed. The closer I got, the more strange I felt.

"Did the driver see frogs on the road and want to avoid them, so he drove so slowly? Why didn't he turn on the lights? The bright light should be able to disperse the frogs. No, the driver certainly didn't do this to protect those frogs. Frog..." Having too much contact with dark things has led me to become accustomed to speculating on human nature with malicious intent.

I was thinking when the car not far away suddenly stopped, but the engine did not turn off. The driver turned around and drove directly towards me.

On a dark rainy night, on a silent highway, a car without headlights drove towards me. If it hadn't been for its slow speed, I would have even wondered if it was planning to hit me to death and silence me.

"Is the driver a murderer? There is a body in the trunk, is he going to dump it?" Various thoughts came to my mind, and I moved a few steps towards the street trees on the roadside, so that even if he suddenly accelerated, I could use it. The tree dodges.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the car slowly drove up to me. It was an old Audi car, which was rarely seen on the market and had been discontinued a few years ago.

"Is it a murder? Or is it a ghost car?" The yin energy in my body was purged, and I clasped my fingers in preparation for whatever was about to happen.

However, the horrific scene I imagined did not happen. The car stopped next to me, the black window was rolled down, and a strong smell of alcohol came out.

"How much alcohol did you drink?" I breathed a sigh of relief. Even the most confident murderer would not dump the body after being drunk.

I cautiously walked to the car. Before I could say anything, a woman's head suddenly popped out of the car window. Her black hair hung low and covered her face. Then she held the car door with both hands and half-hunched her body, right in front of me. His face vomited.

The rain diluted the smell, and I was dumbfounded by this somewhat dramatic scene.

"are you OK?"

The woman vomited for a while before she waved her hand towards me. She looked like a fish that had been washed ashore and could only jump around occasionally.

"You were the one driving just now? Do you know this is called drunk driving?"

I felt like I was playing the harp to a cow, and all I said was in vain. The hand behind my back was commanding me, preparing to control this woman first.

"I'm not drunk." The woman groaned, muttered, and raised her head hard.

With black hair stuck to her face, this woman was very delicate and beautiful, but the trace of filth in the corner of her mouth made her look quite put off.

"How dare you drive when you're drunk like this? Do you want your life?" I walked towards her, the ghost of fate was hiding in my shadow, waiting for an opportunity to take action.

"I saw you were driving alone, and I was afraid that you might die, so I turned around and told you." The woman waved her slender white arms: "Don't walk alone at night when it rains. It's very dangerous, you know. ?”

"You're still educating me?" I don't know if it's because of her appearance or the way she speaks, but it's hard for her to make people feel disgusted.

"I've finished saying this. Also, don't go to the north! Don't go there!" After the woman finished speaking, she let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had done something great: "I feel so good after vomiting."

With that said, she rolled up the car window and prepared to leave.

"Hey, wait a minute!" How could I let her go so easily? I stood at the front of the car and slapped the window: "The north is very dangerous, why are you still going north?"

The woman didn't answer me. She just kept her head down and was about to start the car. Who is not afraid of drunk female drivers? I was worried that she would hit the accelerator and hit her directly. I quickly got out of the way and shouted: "Can you give me a ride! Don't be too nervous." Far, just to the north! I can give you money, any amount!"

The glass was shaking, but the woman didn't care. She didn't fasten her seat belt. She stepped on the brakes and grabbed the handbrake with one hand, but failed to catch it several times.

I watched with fear from outside the car: "You are risking your life by driving like this! Tell me where your home is? I will take you back."

I grabbed the door handle and tried to pull it. I found that the door was not locked, so I got in decisively.

"What are you going to do!"

Before I could sit firmly, the woman screamed and tried to push me out, smelling of alcohol.

Her arms were very thin and she had no strength at all. Rather than pushing, it was more like using the weight of her body to knock me out.

"I'm doing it for your own good." After opening my heart, my physique was greatly improved, my blood was boiling, and I pushed the woman down on the seat with one hand: "Just stay there, I'll drive!"

This woman was really drunk. Her head was in the middle of my arm, like a wild cat, she opened her mouth and bit my coat and wouldn't let go.

"I won't do anything to you. Tell me your home address and I'll take you home." I didn't say the second half of the sentence in my heart. When we got there, I was afraid I would have to borrow her old car and use it for a while. use.

Negotiations were fruitless, so I simply used violence, opened the car door and dragged her into the passenger seat, and then tied her with a seat belt.

"I have no ill intentions towards you. Where is your home? I will take you back." Through the physical contact just now, I can be sure that the woman is not a ghost. Her body is warm and her heart is still beating.

The woman refused to answer, so I rummaged around in the car, but what shocked me was that I couldn't find anything in the car that could reflect the woman's identity.

"No driver's license, no ID card, only some banknotes in the wallet, and even the screen of my mobile phone is black and cannot be opened." I glanced at the woman. She was extremely drunk. After a few symbolic protests, she tilted her head. His neck was slumped on the passenger seat.

His eyes were closed and he was unconscious.

"You can drink without any defense. No wonder there are so many men picking up corpses outside the bar." I looked away from the woman's face and followed her neck down. This woman had a very special kind of bones. She is beautiful, her beautiful collarbone is like the wings of a butterfly, and it seems like a work of art from the hands of a master. This is a very delicate woman.

"It is said that there is chaos outside the customs, but she dared to drive alone on a rainy night and go to the most desolate and dangerous city in the north. Her behavior was very strange. But just now she turned around to dissuade me from going north. She was drunk. She also knew how to help an innocent passer-by, it seems she has a good nature."

I thought silently in my heart, and quickly made a decision. I would borrow her car to go to the live broadcast, and then I would escort her home safely. This can be considered as everyone getting what they need: "You should be glad that it was me you met. If it were different, If you come alone, you will be really in danger."

I tried to turn on the car lights. I tried for a long time but failed. There may be something wrong with the internal wiring.

"How could she not turn on her headlights until now on such a dark road?" I raised my head and was about to say that stupid people are blessed when I saw a disgusting scene.

The rain washed away the road, and in the place where the woman's car rolled back and forth just now, there were the corpses of several frogs. They were all crushed to death by the wheels.

My scalp tightened, and I suddenly realized a problem. Before the woman noticed me, the car had been driving crookedly, sometimes forward, sometimes backward. At that time, I thought she was avoiding the frogs on the road.

Looking at it now, the opposite may be true!

This woman seemed to be deliberately crushing all the frogs on the road who had no time to dodge!

Kindness probably has nothing to do with her. I was almost deceived by her flawless and beautiful face.

"Is she afraid that I would see the corpses of these frogs, so she quickly reversed the car and wanted me to leave?"

"Torturing and killing frogs? Does this woman have an abuse complex?"

"She is a living person. She looks like a normal person on the surface, but her personality is a little morbid."

Goosebumps appeared on the back of my hand holding the steering wheel, and I secretly observed the drunk woman through the rearview mirror. Her delicate and elegant appearance was in sharp contrast to the large mass of crushed frogs on the ground.

"Women, frogs..." My expression returned to normal, but a thought crossed my mind.