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Chapter 144 "Female Ghost in the Daytime" Part [-]

My name is Jock. I have a car and a house.

He is an employee of a state-owned enterprise and his wife is very beautiful.

But I have a secret, I am different from many normal people.

I killed someone, a woman.

My job is a bit special, working for the country's shipyards.

I am a ship driver in a shipyard, and my job is to test ships just like I test cars.

The ebb and flow of the tide is what I pay attention to every day because that time is very important for testing the hull.

Yes, although we are a state-owned enterprise, our company is very poor.

Of course, the reason why the company is poor is that the boss is very generous. Every time government projects and subsidies are distributed, they will be converted into wages for us immediately.

This is why the company has been unable to afford indoor wave machines to test ships for a full decade.

So we just have to rely on the ebb and flow, and that’s my job.

Every ship and yacht sold must pass my test and be approved for sale.

The time of high tide is usually 6:00-9:00 in the morning, and the time is not fixed.

If the tide rises at 6:00 in the morning, then I will leave home for the company at 3:00 in the morning, and drive the ship to the designated location within three hours for ship safety testing.

Things start from yesterday.

Yesterday I took a look at the high tide time and it was 06:30 in the morning.

This means I need to set the alarm clock for 03:30 and then fall asleep with my wife in my arms.

I remember the alarm clock rang twice, and it was already [-]:[-] when I got up.

After washing up, it was already four o'clock. I got up in a hurry and drove to the company.

The liveliest place is always the urban area, while the seaside is very deserted.

The speed limit on the highways built along the coast is 120 yards, but here I go [-] yards all year round.

But I've never gotten a ticket for it because I know there are no speed detectors here.

The expressway was just built last year. Apart from the highway, even the red street lights have not been completed.

At four o'clock in the morning, I was sleepy, and I saw something in a trance.

A figure in white actually appeared on the road, floating in front of my eyes.

When I saw it clearly, it turned out to be a female ghost with long hair and white clothes.

My mind went blank and I didn't want to hit the brakes.

The woman stretched out her hands toward me, and her long red tongue slid down her face.

I woke up with a fright on the spot and had no time to turn around.

I don’t know what I was thinking at the time, but I stepped on the accelerator and hit it.

Without any hesitation, the next moment blood appeared on my windshield.

The momentum caused me to be pulled painfully by the seat belt, but the airbag did not deploy.

I stopped the car and froze in place. Looking at the blood on the windshield, I began to slowly calm down.

I looked not far away and saw a female ghost lying motionless on the ground.

At this time, the white clothes were turned up to reveal two fair thighs, which seemed to tell me that she should be a real person.

I got out of the car in a daze, and my legs began to feel weak.

I took a look at the front of the car and there was a big dent.

My first reaction was to take out my mobile phone and dial 110.

There was a busy signal and the call was not answered.

It was early in the morning, so the policemen on duty were probably still in a daze.

I thought about my future and I killed people.

When it comes to talking about it, I am a 120-yard hit person.

The first reaction is to impose a sentence, even if it is just for manslaughter.

The second reaction is that my wife and children still have a home.

The next moment I turned off my phone.

I got in the car and tried to start it, and it still started running.

I drove towards the female ghost's body and parked next to it.

I got out of the car and stepped forward to take a closer look at the female ghost.

Although she wore heavy makeup, she could tell she was a girl.

He looks young and petite.

I reached out and touched the female ghost's nose, but she was no longer breathing.

I looked around and saw no one at all.

I looked up again and made sure there wasn't a surveillance camera around.

I opened the trunk of the car and there was a dry-cleaned suit coat inside.

I took off the plastic bag from the outside of my suit coat that the laundry had given me after dry cleaning.After comparing the size of the transparent plastic bag, it was enough to hold the female ghost.

I took off the female ghost's white clothes and carefully put the female ghost in underwear into a plastic bag.

Picked it up and stuffed it into the trunk.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I closed the trunk door.

I looked at the blood on the ground and started to wipe it with the white clothes I took off from the female ghost.

After rubbing it four or five times, the originally bright red pool of blood turned into a black spot on the ground.

It's not as conspicuous as before, but you can still find traces if you look closely.

At this moment, I wish there would be a heavy rain.

I went to the trunk, folded the blood-covered white clothes and stuffed them into a plastic bag and put them together with the female ghost.

After taking a look at his body to make sure there was no blood on it, he got in the car and found that the windows were all red.

I pressed the water tank to spray water and turned on the wipers, took out the car wiping cloth and got out of the car.

I started wiping the front of the car hard until no traces could be seen.

Of course, it's impossible not to see it at all, because there is a dent in the front of the car with half an arm that cannot be covered up.

I opened the front hood of the car, wiped the bloody car wipe with the black engine oil in the car, and planned to throw it into the grass on the side of the road.

Looking at the blood-red car cleaning cloth turning dark, no one should be suspicious.

When I first came to the grass on the roadside, I found a tripod not far away.

I threw down the car cleaning cloth and ran over immediately.

It was a tripod with a mobile phone on it.

At this time, the mobile phone was filming, and the angle was exactly where I crashed.

I immediately unplugged my phone from the tripod and the case was so cute.It probably belonged to this female ghost, so I turned off the video.

My phone is an iPhone 6, and I am familiar with it as an iPhone 5s user.

My first reaction was to press Siri and say, "Who am I?"

Siri's voice came slowly: "Wang Xiaomei, you can't fail me."

Following Siri came phone information and email, and now I knew the female ghost’s name was Wang Xiaomei.

I tried to look at the app, but found it was locked.

It seemed that this female ghost was a video recording that was dug up during the lock screen period. Helplessly, I picked up the tripod and ran back to the trunk.

He opened the trunk and rummaged through it to find the female ghost's hand.

He unlocked the phone with his thumbs and planned to delete the video.

When I opened the photo album to delete it, I found many videos.

They are all scary videos of girls dressed as female ghosts. Dozens of them are stored on mobile phones.

I deleted all the photos from the album and then completely deleted them from the deleted album.

I opened the girl's Weibo, and there were more than 20 fans.

I watched every video and finally understood why the girl was here.

She usually pretends to be scary in order to gain fans, but this time it was my turn.

I immediately sent a new status on her phone: It’s boring to be scary, I don’t want to continue anymore.

Then I adjusted the mute and stuffed it into my pocket.

I glanced at the haystacks around me and thought about putting the tripod down and hiding it in the haystacks.

Looking at the skid marks on the ground not far away, I shook my head and picked up the tripod and put it in the trunk.

Glancing at the girl in the trunk again, I shook my head helplessly.

I checked the scene again and found it was very clean.

At least you won't find any clues if you look closely. I looked around again to make sure there was no monitor on this section of the road.

I'm glad this is the seaside and the road has just been built.Other facilities were not yet in place, giving me a glimmer of a chance.

I got in the car and drove back and forth on the previous ground several times.

I slammed on the brakes to create new traces, got out of the car and took another look.

At this time, the place where the car crashed looked like a field that had been continuously drifted. At first glance, you would just think that the person who left the traces was incompetent.It definitely had nothing to do with the crash. I got in the car and drove back towards home.

I dialed the number and called my colleagues who were at work today.

"Are you going to work today?" I said.

"Old Qiao, it's five ten and you're still not here."

"Something happened to my wife at home, please ask for leave for me. Find someone to take over. Five hundred a day, thank you." I said.

"Five hundred and one day, when did you become so generous?"

"Don't make trouble, I really have to hang up." After saying that, I turned off the phone.

He stomped towards home, but he hadn't driven a few meters.

My phone rang at this time, and the interface displayed on it was: 110.

(End of this chapter)