第3277章 (||￢▽￢)不是,你跑个啥?
"..."
Unable to spare the time to scold a certain troublesome little girl for her reckless behavior, Ming Wan'er now turned her head toward the roof of the car, holding her breath and hardly daring to move.
She stared fixedly at the roof, as though she could see through the metal and make out what was happening outside, and even strained to listen.
"!!"
Soon, a rustling sound came from above, as if something were slowly sliding from the roof toward the rear window.
At the same time, she heard something sticky rubbing against the glass.
Since it was hard to turn around while sitting in the driver's seat, Ming Wan'er had no choice but to slowly adjust the rearview mirror with her weak, trembling hand, weakened by blood loss.
Then she saw it:
Reflected in the rearview mirror, a flat, pitch-black thing was clinging to the rear window. It could, more or less, be called a face.
It looked like a human skin that had been peeled off, yet somehow retained a human shape. Its whole body was as black as molten asphalt, and viscous, oily fluid seeped from its skin, glimmering with an unhealthy sheen in the moonlight.
"!!"
"Yaaah—!"
The sight of the revolting, terrifying thing, combined with her already weakened state, made Ming Wan'er scream and knock the steering wheel. The car nearly swerved off the road and into a ditch.
Fortunately!
The driver-assistance system intervened, and she also slammed on the brakes in a panic. At least the car didn't end up in the ditch.
But the sudden deceleration sent the thing sliding toward the front of the car. It left a thick black smear across the windshield.
Thud—!
Then it hit the hood with a strange sound, bounced off, and rolled onto