In Ali, Tibet, the steep mountains of Himalayas, the snow in the sky was like torn cotton wool, falling down in a mess. On the snowy mountain road, a truck was like a slowly wriggling snail, crawling alone in the heavy snow.

In the truck, Yang Qiuchi sat in the passenger seat and grabbed the handlebar with one hand. Looking at the steep mountain road covered with snow, he felt a little nervous. Looking from the side window to the sky outside the cliff, chaotic snowflakes floated out of the gloomy sky, rolling down under the cliff outside the highway, and reluctantly smiled: "Didn't the TV last night tell the weather that it was sunny today? Why did it snow heavily? It took half a day to finish it."

The driver is a Tibetan young man, and his Chinese language is fluent: "You don't know this, the sky on the grassland is like a child's face, changing as soon as you say it. Can the girl on TV count what she said?" He turned his head and looked excited: "Hey! You'll tell two more of the jokes you just said."

Yang Qiuchi is a forensic doctor in a police detective team of a city. He has just graduated and worked for a few years. His forensic life has dealt with all kinds of strange corpses all day long. Yang Qiuchi is really fucked. The most depressing thing is talking about his girlfriend. When people hear his profession, they will mostly smile like they see monsters and say, "You are so brave, I admire you so much... But I don't think we are very suitable..." So until now, I am still a bachelor. I applied to the leader several times to change jobs, but they were not approved because they did not take over.

When I was taking the medical major, I knew what my brain was short-circuited, so I chose the forensics major. I saw that I had entered the medical university with other students. Now many of them have become well-known clinicians. Only I am and I am still rolling around in the dead every day. After thinking about it, I regret it.

This time, the unit had a mission to aid Tibet, helping the Ali Regional Public Security Bureau of Tibet to establish a standard forensic room and train local forensic doctors. Others were afraid of altitude sickness and didn't want to go. Yang Qiuchi was about to go out for breath and looked at the mysterious blue sky and white clouds in Tibet, so he volunteered and immediately obtained approval. So he took the full set of forensic equipment to aid Tibet to go to Gongga Airport in Lhasa, Tibet by plane. A large truck sent by the Ali Regional Public Security Bureau had been waiting at the Lhasa Airport. After loading up the equipment, the truck drove westward into the vast Ali grassland.

The car has been driving on the vast grassland for two days, and I hardly encountered any cars along the way. It was really boring. The Tibetan driver sent by the Ali Public Security Bureau told a few pornographic jokes. Yang Qiuchi also made up a few fun and said a few, which made the driver laugh and kept asking Yang Qiuchi to say it again. This kind of joke is a pediatric department for Yang Qiuchi. He usually goes to adult websites for nothing, and I don’t know how many such pornographic jokes he has seen. In the large aluminum alloy cabinet in the rear car, there is a laptop computer of Yang Qiuchi, which is filled with yellow pictures, novels and the like that that Yang Qiuchi usually downloads from the Internet. If the driver saw it, it might be very novel.

However, Yang Qiuchi is no longer intent to tell pornographic jokes now. The road conditions are so complicated, the sky is getting more gloomy, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier. What else do you have to say about this?

Seeing Yang Qiuchi's nervous look, the driver was a little funny, but he didn't dare to be careless. He focused on driving for a while and felt his stomach was very uncomfortable. He held the steering wheel with one hand and covered his stomach with the other, muttered a few words in a vague way, slowly parked the car on the side of the road, frowned and smiled bitterly: "The stomach hurts so much. Damn, it must be the shredded pork noodles I ate in that small broken hotel in the morning. "After saying that, he untied the armed belt with a pistol hanging around his waist and threw it on the seat, pulled a few pieces of toilet paper, opened the door and got out of the car, and ran to the back of the truck to make it convenient.

Yang Qiuchi looked at the pistols on the armed arm, and he knew from the exposed part of the gun holster that this was a domestic standard seven-seven pistol. This pistol can be loaded with one hand. Just use your finger to tighten the trigger movable protective ring and press it. This is very useful when one hand is injured. There is also an exquisite small Tibetan knife hanging on the armed arm, which seems to be used by this Tibetan master when eating beef and mutton.

Although the car was turned on, Yang Qiuchi still felt a little cold. He took out a miniature digital camera the size of a cigarette box from his pocket and was preparing to take a few snow scenes. Although the gloomy sky and the chaotic flying snow were actually not beautiful.

Suddenly, Yang Qiuchi heard a harsh whistling sound like tearing apart the cloth. Looking out, he saw that the wind outside suddenly increased several times, wrapped in gray snow, like strange long snakes, passing through the mountain pass in the distance, screaming and rushing towards the truck.

The whole truck swayed like a small boat in a torrent.

Yang Qiuchi threw down his digital camera, rushed towards the car door nervously, opened the car door with difficulty, and poked his head out: "Hey! Get in the car quickly, it's dangerous!"

The Tibetan driver had already stood up, holding his pants in one hand and stretching his hand forward, walking towards the truck step by step in the strong wind. Just as he was about to touch the rear of the truck, the strong wind suddenly increased, blew the front of the truck upwards, like a war horse neighing, and then slid backwards. The strong wind was so violent that the car door seemed to be slapped by an invisible giant hand, and closed with a slam, almost clamping Yang Qiuchi's head.

Just as Yang Qiuchi shrank his head, he saw the Tibetan pilot flying into the air, like the ashes scattered from the table being blown up, his hands were waved, and quickly turned into a small black dot, falling far below the cliff.

He was swept away by the strong wind! Such a high cliff must have fallen into meat sauce! Yang Qiuchi thought wildly, he was still joking just now, and now he is under the cliff! Will I die? The wind is howling, and the truck continues to slide to the edge of the cliff outside, and the dark cliff cannot be seen. Yang Qiuchi felt unprecedented great fear and reached out to hold the steering wheel tightly: "It's over, it's over now, I'm going to die before I get married!"

Suddenly, the truck stopped and the swayed, and the strong wind disappeared suddenly, and the outside was surprisingly quiet. But this quietness made Yang Qiuchi even more afraid. He graduated from a clinical major in medical university. When he was still internship, he had seen many patients' return to their deaths before their deaths. After a moment of consciousness, it was often a sign of the arrival of death.

A flash of light flashed through the cab, and in the distance, a colorful vortex appeared in the gray mountain pass. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge funnel, like the mouth of a black giant, sucking everything on the ground into its mouth.

The strong wind blew again, and the huge truck flew up as if nothing had happened, and turned around in the air for several times, pounced on the huge black mouth.

A stream of black, gray, and white vortex coiled around Yang Qiuchi, and snowflakes and stones were rotating. Yang Qiuchi felt that at some point, he had left the truck and was rotating and floating next to the truck. He strangely saw someone in the cab, his head was ramming everywhere in the cab, and blood was splattering.

The man turned his head and Yang Qiuchi saw clearly. The person in the cab was Yang Qiuchi himself!

Has your soul left your body? Are you dead? Death is so simple and there is no pain. If you had known that death was so easy, you wouldn't have to be afraid.

The vortex was turning faster and faster. Yang Qiuchi saw himself in the cab, and broke through the window glass, flew out, quickly ascended up, and disappeared deep into the funnel.

Yang Qiuchi was still floating near the truck, as light as a feather. At this time, the funnel suddenly turned around and spit out everything in his stomach. Yang Qiuchi and the truck were originally flying upwards, but now it turned into falling down. He grabbed both hands and gradually lost consciousness.

Just as Yang Qiuchi was slowly losing consciousness, he saw a man lying between a shiny jade belt, surrounded by bright red blood. Yang Qiuchi felt himself pounce on the man lightly, and then everything fell into darkness.

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Chapter completed!