我要回家

红凌路小区在原先的荒地上建了一大片住宅区，与马路对面的市殡仪馆遥相呼应。
虽然房价比市区便宜不少，但是一直也没多少人居住。

万圣节假面酒会结束后，王为独自一人走出了酒店。

冬日的夜晚，风吹在身上冷飕飕的。

王为打了一辆出租车往家走。

不知道是不是因为酒精的刺激，王为坐在汽车后座上，晕沉沉的大脑突然闪过一个念头，她想作弄一下司机。

趁着司机转弯的空当，王为迅速低下头，从皮包里拿出一副在酒会用过的假面具套在头上。

王为正襟危坐，声音飘忽：

“……我……要……回……家……”

司机闻声抬起头，朝后视镜瞥了一眼——王为披散着头发，吐着长长的红舌头，苍白的脸上在不停的滴血。
他匆匆别过脸去，目视前方，好像什么都没发生一样。

王为不知道他在想些什么，只是发觉车子在轻微的摇晃，她感到一种莫名的快活。

僻静的马路，叶子在树杈上瑟瑟发抖，两个人一路上都没有说话。

为了将这出戏演得更逼真一些，王为故意让司机将车停在殡仪馆门口。
待车停稳之后，王为颤巍巍地从怀里摸出一张冥币，递了过去。
她想看看司机到底会有什么反应。

司机举着冥币朝灯光看了看，然后说道：“没有零钱吗？”  鬼故事

王为缓缓地摇摇头，发梢上的落叶随之飘下来。

“那，那去我家一趟吧，不远，说不定咱们还是邻居呢！”

没等王为答话，汽车已经发动了，朝着殡仪馆深处飞速驶去。

Introduce:Village of red insult logic built a big on former moorland uptown, with the echo each other at a distance of city funeral parlour on the driveway.
Although house price is cheaper than the urban district not little, but all the time not much also the person lives.
After bender of Allhallows false face ends, wang Wei walked out of a hotel alone.
The night of wintry day, wind is blown in the chilly on the body.
Wang Wei hit a taxi to go toward the home.
Knowing is the stimulation because of alcohol, wang Wei sits on car backlash, the cerebra of dizzy heavy is abrupt thrill through a thought, she thinks joke driver.
The sky that taking the advantage of a driver to turn is become, wangwei is rapid and low first, the masque that takes out a pair to had been used in bender from portfolio is covered go up in the head.
Wangwei straightens his clothes and sit properly, sound fleet: "…… my …… wants …… to answer Home …… …… " driver Wen Sheng raises a head, toward rearview mirror shoot a glance at king of a —— is worn for hang down loosely hair, spitting grow long red tongue, blood drips in what keep on pale face.
He has fastened a face hurriedly, visual ahead, like what be like to did not happen.
Wang Wei does not know what he is thinking, it is disclosure car is shaking slightly only, she feels a kind ineffable happy.
Quiet driveway, leaf with a rustle quivers on crotch, two people did not talk all the way.
Act a few more distinctly to make fun of this, wang Wei lets a driver intentionally park the car in funeral parlour doorway.
Wait for a car to stop firm later, wang Wei tottering ground feels money of a piece of dark from the bosom, gave the past.
She wants to see a driver after all can have what reaction.
The driver is lifting lamplight of dark money government to look, next say: "Is there pocket money? " ghost story king shakes his head to shake slowly, the fallen leaves on hair tip waves subsequently.
"That, that goes to my home, not far, perhaps we still are neighbour! " did not wait for Wang Wei answer, the car had been started, sail at full speed in funeral parlour forward.
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