Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 172 Rain Curtain
Before the wrap-up banquet was over, Song Xiaolin left early.

At that time, it was raining heavily.

The rain can be described as pouring.

I have to say that the weather forecast is quite accurate.

But when I recalled it, there were some days when the North City hadn't really rained, and tonight it seemed to make up for it together with the past.

The ground was wet, and Ji Yu escorted her into the car with an umbrella.

However, the distance to get on the bus was only half a meter, and the skirt was wet.

"It's raining so hard."

Ji Yu sighed, while putting away the umbrella, water dripped on the blanket along the handle, and there was a cold whizzing breath in the car.

"Yes, as the saying goes, this spring is cold and rainy, it seems that it can't be fake." The driver took the words, turned on the heater, and gradually dispelled the coldness around him. The car engine started slowly, and soon drove towards pedestrians. to the highway.

Song Xiaolin supported his face with his elbows on the edge, and looked out of the window with his eyes empty. After a while, the glass window was covered with a thick layer of water vapor. The colorful lights and shadows along the way can be seen in the bottom of the eye, and the clear sound of large and small raindrops hitting the glass, the sound of the trumpet sinking in the rain is particularly dull, and the faint sound of the crowd. But everything seems to be far away, very far away, blocked by a window, and there is a rare moment of tranquility. At that time, her beautiful and glamorous face was reflected in the mirror, floating in the background of thousands of lights. superior.

After looking at the rain scene for a while, in fact, there was already a white mist on the glass window at that time, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

In just a few minutes, she couldn't help feeling sleepy.

It happened that the heating was sufficient, and there was the continuous sound of rain like a lullaby beside her ears. She couldn't stand it for a while and fell asleep.

Later, I don't know how long it took.

A section of the road that was driving well suddenly became extremely bumpy and rough.

Finally, the car was slammed to a stop.

Due to inertia, Song Xiaolin, who was still drifting in her sleep, bumped directly into the front seat. She woke up suddenly, and asked inexplicably while clutching her sore forehead, "What happened?"

The wipers in front of the windshield kept running back and forth, but the rainwater accumulated in the corners was like a vortex, being crossed off, coming up again, crossed off again, and coming up again, the speed was so fast that it was dazzling to see.

The rain seems to be getting heavier and heavier.

It was as if a hole had been opened in the sky, and everything was rushing to pour down, especially the raindrops hit the glass very heavily, as if they were about to smash into a puddle.

The driver frowned: "It's raining so hard, I thought the main road must be very congested, at least for an hour and a half, so I took a small road, but I haven't walked this road for a long time, and I don't know The road is being built here, full of potholes and refurbished soil, the soil is already sticky and soft, coupled with the pouring rain, it's almost muddy and it's hard to walk."

There is no view outside the window, only the street lamps glowing dimly through the fog.

Ji Yu was in a hurry: "Then go back the same way."

It was already so late, coupled with the remote location, and the sound of withered birds, there was always a strange atmosphere surrounding it, making people panic.

The driver started the engine, turned the steering wheel, and reversed the car skillfully, but just a few steps back, the front tires suddenly sank, and then the car turned off.

"Okay, I guess the wheel is stuck, I'll get out of the car and have a look."

The car door opened, and the night wind came in for a moment, bringing with it a fresh sense of rain.

After closing it, the interior of the car returned to tranquility.

Song Xiaolin wrapped his coat tightly and touched Ji Yu with his elbow, "Go, get out of the car and help."

"Ah?? Sister Song, don't follow me. You're still wearing a skirt. It's raining and the ground is wet. It's inconvenient. I'll just go down and help."

Yes, wearing a skirt is a bit inconvenient.

"Then you go, if you can't, call me again."

"it is good."

After Ji Yu got off the car, she was the only one left in the narrow space.

Because the light is too dark, she doesn't like to look at her mobile phone in a place without lights, so when she is bored, she can only play with the nails she just made, quietly feeling the texture of the bumps on the nails.

Later, as time passed by, the enclosed car gradually became a little stuffy, accompanied by the sound of her deep breathing.

After a while, they still didn't come up.

At this time, Song Xiaolin couldn't sit still anymore, took the umbrella that was still dripping, opened the door, opened the umbrella, and got out of the car.

The wind swept in almost instantly, and I almost couldn't even hold the handle of the umbrella.

Ji Yu's hair was all wet, and it stuck tightly to his face. Hearing the movement, he looked at her: "Sister Song, why are you down?"

In the wind and rain, the voice seemed weak.

She frowned, let the hem of her skirt dance freely, and only asked with concern: "How is the car?"

"It's not good, the whole front tire is sunk and can't move."

Song Xiaolin looked down, and sure enough, three-quarters of the car tires were sunk in the soil.

Relying on the strength of three people alone can't lift the car at all.

But the surrounding area is deserted, and it will take a long time to call for rescue...

Suddenly, a light not far away caught her attention.

In the rain, several cars were parked side by side, each with high beams on. Besides, there were a few people standing.

It was like seeing a savior.

"There's someone there!"

But with this cry of surprise, she finally realized something was wrong.

Among the standing group, there was another person who was kneeling.

kneeling...

Moreover, how many people seemed to be lying on the ground?motionless.

At this time, a tall figure holding an umbrella slowly came into Song Xiaolin's eyes.

The people on the side all moved out of the way.

The figure was probably a man.

In the next second, the man's leather shoes stomped hard on the head of the man kneeling on the ground, trampling hard into the soil, and the uppers of the shoes were shiny under the dim light.

Later, the rain became heavier and heavier, blurring the vision.

Only a few gunshots were heard, accompanied by an extremely shrill scream piercing the tranquility of the rainy night.

……

In an instant, all the murder plots in the movie rushed into Song Xiaolin's mind.

Fuck?Is this filming?
Can't see the camera.

Therefore, the gunshots were real, and so were the screams.

She witnessed a murder.

Subconsciously, she turned her head and looked at Ji Yu and the driver. Although the three were silent, they understood each other.

Get on the train!
That was the first and only thought.

But sometimes, fate seems to be playing a big joke with you.

The moment Song Xiaolin was about to retract her feet, the man holding the umbrella slowly looked in her direction, except for the heavy rain that was falling gently, and the heavy night, when the four eyes met, the surroundings were suddenly quiet Terrible.

(End of this chapter)