Chapter 177 The Past of the Red Dress
The night was shrouded, and the train was traveling through the darkness, making a rhythmic sound of 'dang, dang, dang, dang' on the rails.
Inside the car window, the light is soft and warm.
Qian Lele likes trains more than high-speed rail planes.
The smell of instant noodles, the smell of cigarettes, the sound of playing cards, and the sound of chatting in the train are, in Qian Lele's eyes, a kind of human touch that is extremely rare to encounter in big cities.
Looking out the window, the few faint lights that occasionally flashed were quickly swallowed up by darkness.
Qian Lele is full of thoughts. The trip to Changbai Mountain may be the most magical journey in his life.
She took out her body camera, connected it to her mobile phone, and watched the video recorded this time.
The little monkey, the old viper, and Ye Fan looked at each other with a smile on their lips.
Sometimes I envy that kind of fantasy world.
At this time, someone came up and patted the old man in front of Qian Lele:
"Please give way."
The old man was about to fall asleep in a daze, but he immediately got disturbed. He was annoyed:
“There are so many empty seats here, why do you have to sit here with me?”
Looking up at the man, the old man’s old eyes were full of astonishment:
Why is this man wearing a red dress?
The man slowly took out a butcher's knife from his bag.
The uncle was scared and left with a smile.
This is probably a mental illness.
Qian Lele looked at the red skirt sitting opposite, with panic in his eyes, and wanted to leave, but heard the red skirt say coldly:
"Sit down, there are many people here, I won't kill you.
When the bus arrives at the next stop, you can go out with me, and you will suffer less."
Qian Le Lele swallowed and showed an ugly smile:
"Hello, your dress is so beautiful."
After saying this, Qian Lele regretted it.
The red skirt is obviously a transvestite. Could his words be a mocking sound in his ears?
Unexpectedly, a gentle smile appeared on the red skirt's face:
"Yes, this red skirt is very beautiful, it belongs to my wife."
Qian Lele is a professional journalist. She immediately realized that the red dress had a story and asked hurriedly:
“Can you tell me about your wife?”
She wanted to establish a relationship with Hong Skirt, learn more about Hong Skirt, and strive for a chance to negotiate.
There was a look of reminiscence in the red skirt’s eyes:
“One winter, she met me when she was traveling to Changbai Mountain.
She is the most beautiful and most beautiful woman in the world. A gentle woman.
We got together and gave birth to a very cute girl.”
The red skirt took off the bear hairpin on her head and smiled kindly:
“Our child is very cute and looks like her when she smiles.”
The red skirt’s eyes gradually became painful:
“There was a severe flu in the South China Sea last year.
She left me and the child, and I vowed to raise our child well.
However, fate plays tricks on people.
My daughter also came down with the flu, and like her mother, she started not eating and became confused.
The child asked for her mother, so I put on her mother’s favorite red dress and coaxed her to eat. "
The red skirt's eyes were moist, and she cried loudly in front of the entire carriage:
"Later, my children also left, they all left, and I was the only one left. ”
Qian Lele sympathized with Hong Skirt's experience and comforted:
"They will definitely not be happy if you are like this."
Hong Skirt couldn't listen and wiped her tears and nose. There was resentment in his eyes:
“They were killed!”
Qian Lele said quickly:
"Killed to death? I can help you. Please let me go. I'm a reporter! I can help you get justice!"
The red skirt looked like a psychotic person and said to herself:
"My wife works in Nanhai Green Nursing Home, I take care of her
She said that the flu in Nanhai was caused by some kind of experiment in Nanhai Luyin Sanatorium.
It was this damn experiment that killed her.
I started gathering clues to give to the Sheriff's Department.
Finally, the Public Security Bureau took action against Luyin Sanatorium.
However, that night there was an explosion in the Green Nursing Home.
Lvyin Sanatorium disappeared so mysteriously, what an injustice! !
Hey hey hey, everyone in Luyin Sanatorium should die.
Those bastards who worked at Greenland Nursing Home are all murderers! !
Later, I found some clues about the Green Sanatorium.
A woman said that several large trucks drove into the Greenery Nursing Home late at night and brought some things with them.
They transported the stuff to Port Angeles Hospital!
Port Angeles Hospital must be the new location of that damn experiment! ”
Qian Lele was stunned.
Port Angeles Hospital?
My brother was cured of pancreatic cancer at that hospital and went to work for the company behind Port Angeles Hospital.
The train gradually slowed down, Qian Lele quickly looked at the window and arrived at the new platform.
The red skirt wiped away her tears: "Okay, come with me."
Qian Lele quickly fought for a chance for himself:
"Don't kill me, I will help you. Really, I am a reporter!"
The face in the red skirt was cold , a terrifying murderous aura enveloped Qian Lele:
“I don’t want to repeat it a second time.”
Qian Lele's heart was beating fast and his brain was working rapidly, trying to think of a way to escape.
At this time, two policemen came over, followed by an old man. The old man pointed at the red skirt and said:
"This is the psychopath who is trying to steal my seat! He also has a knife in his hand. !”
The two police officers looked wary:
“Please show your ticket and ID”
The red skirt's face was gloomy.
The two policemen continued:
"Please hand over the knife and get off the car with us."
The red skirt lowered her head, left the position, and obeyed.
He would not dare to kill anyone in public, especially the two policemen.
A police officer looked at Qian Lele with cold sweat on his face suspiciously:
"Are you okay?"
The red skirt gave him a stern look.
Qian Lele knew that if she said that the red skirt was an extremely dangerous person at this time, the red skirt would jump over the wall, and both she and the two policemen would suffer.
Qian Lele smiled forcefully:
"It's okay."
Seeing the red dress being taken away, Qian Lele lay on the chair as if exhausted.
Immediately got up again, ran to the police duty room, and told the policeman to call the police.
. . . . . .
At midnight, the train is approaching Nanhai.
Qian Lele looked out the window. The increasingly bustling night made her feel a little more relaxed. She was about to fall asleep. She was too tired this day.
At this time, she saw something out of the corner of her eye, and Qian Lele quickly looked up the window.
It’s a red skirt!
Could it be that the red dress is lying on the roof of the train! ?
Qian Lele rubbed his eyes, and the red color disappeared in a flash.
I don’t know if I’m overthinking it.
The train arrived at the station, and Qian Lele was restless.
She always feels that the red dress is nearby!
Qian Lele didn’t know where he should go when faced with the pursuit of extraordinary beings.
I dare not go back home.
Sheriff's Department?
Tell the sheriffs that there is a man in a red skirt lying on the train following him to kill him?
Ask why you are being hunted?
I said that when I was filming monsters in Changbai Mountain, I met an extraordinary person fighting, so I was attracted by that man?
Unreasonable, and she promised Ye Fan not to reveal anything about Changbai Mountain.
Qian Lele suddenly remembered a place.
Desire Trading Bar.
For some reason, the bartender gave her a very reassuring feeling.
Will going by myself cause him trouble?
Qian Lele thought, Red Skirt doesn’t like killing people in crowded places, and there must be a lot of people in the bar.
Then go to that bar and think of a solution after you settle down!
Qian Lele quickly waved and called a car.
The taxi sped towards the Desire Deal Bar.
On the way, the taxi driver suddenly asked:
“Do you mind taking one more person?”
Qian Lele blinked and looked out the window.
That one look will make you feel like you are dead!
The red dress is waving at the road ahead!
Qian Lele screamed:
“No! I’ll give you more money, so drive quickly!”
The taxi driver stepped on the accelerator and sped up, muttering:
“It scares me, old men wear red skirts at night, they are mentally ill!”
The taxi driver looked at it quietly again. Qian Lele, sitting in the seat, muttered:
“I’m afraid he’s mentally ill if he has such a big reaction.”
(End of this chapter)