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Chapter 2 001

419 威尔·弗格森 430Words 2018-03-18
A car tumbles in the dark. One somersault followed another, and the loud bangs one after another made people shudder.Glass splashed like a fountain when it shattered.Then there was a suffocating silence, as if the air had stagnated. The car lay on all fours at the bottom of the berm of the bridge, surrounded by a grove of poplars that had been smashed to pieces.The path of the car can be seen on the snow, leaving a trail of crushed dead branches and leaves in the wake. The smell of radiator fluid and gasoline crept into the otherwise pure, odorless cold air. Their bodies cling to the slope and slide slowly along the noose.Fire trucks and ambulances alternately emitted red and blue lights, brightly illuminating the scene and casting shadows on the ground.The snow was sprinkled with countless stars, which were the reflections of shards of glass illuminated by the lamp.

The members of the first aid team finally slid to the bottom of the embankment, all of them panting from exhaustion. In the car, which was almost a pile of rotten iron, the dashboard was deformed, the steering wheel was bent, and broken glass was everywhere.In the center was something that had been a man, with wet white hair stuck to a skull covered in a cloud of crimson dirt. "Sir, can you hear me?" His lips moved, and the breath of life was quietly leaving. "gentlemen!" But there was no response, only streams of foam gushing from his mouth.
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