Uncover the mystery of ghost marriage in Snake Village: Snake Wife

The taxi is galloping on the highway.

The night in Yudu always comes early. After twelve o’clock, one side of the Jialing River Bridge is still brightly lit, but the other side seems to have fallen into a deep sleep. Only the rolling river water writes the colorful music of Chongqing after nightfall.

The driver in the driver's seat looked back at the girl sitting in the back seat from time to time.

This girl looked about 20 years old, but she seemed to have a strange feeling on her body, and she was holding something like a medicine box tightly in her hand, and a strange smell flowed down her body. The boxes came out.

Fortunately, with the windows open, the smell was taken away by the howling cold wind as soon as it appeared, so if it wasn't too close and the nose was sharp, ordinary people would probably not notice the faint smell in the box.

The woman in the back seat is none other than Alan.

The long hair hangs over the shoulders, letting the wind blow away the flowing hair, wearing a coat that resembles a cloak, wearing leather gloves on the hands, the box is placed on the lap, and the hands are tightly holding the handle, looking out of the window , with a complicated look in his eyes.

She is nervous.

"Miss, it's one or two o'clock in the middle of the night. You don't know what to do when you go to Chaotianmen Wharf..." Couldn't help it, the driver sitting in the front seat still asked, which was a polite greeting.

Without answering, the driver glanced at the girl in the rearview mirror, still staring at the scenery outside the window without moving.

But he could tell that her eyes were distracted, and she had other things on her mind.

"Miss, the box in your hand..."

"Sir, please drive well, thank you." Before the driver finished speaking, Alan turned his head, looked at the rearview mirror, nodded and smiled slightly, and then turned his head out of the car window again.

This slap did not slap the smiling face, the driver had a hard time, but he couldn't say anything, he just said "Weird", accelerated the horsepower, and rushed towards Chaotianmen Wharf.

Chaotianmen Wharf at two or three o'clock was already deserted, and even if there were, they were just occasional pedestrians passing by. The security in Chongqing has not been particularly good in the past few years.

And a woman like Alan is even more insecure.

So, as soon as possible.

Putting on his own hat and tightening the coat wrapped around his body, Alan carried the suitcase in his hand but didn't walk towards the one on the pier, but walked into a public restroom on the opposite side.

It's the kind of convenient public restroom, with cubicles one by one. Although the space in the cubicles is not large, it is enough for Alan to spread out, with dim lights, a mirror and a sink in the corner.

Small but complete.

Alan took a deep breath. Although the room was small, he still looked around vigilantly. He opened the box with a quick movement, but there was another box inside that box. When he opened it again, a pungent smell hit his face. Come.

It was bloody, but it smelled of formalin and preservatives.

The room is small, and the smell permeated quickly, and the smell to be released was more pungent than he thought. Alan's face turned pale for a while, and he almost vomited out, but he couldn't wait, and carefully took the dark red The things were taken out of the package.

Quietly tearing open the wrapped tinfoil, Alan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, moving carefully so as not to damage anything.

Tear it open, that's a heart.