Hundreds of ghosts are walking at night in the heavy rain, and there are people among them, smiling happier than the ghosts.
Wedge
"Please... Please! Let me go!..."
A trembling cry of begging faintly came from the white gauze.
The body wrapped in white cloth was placed on an operating table like a mummy.
The mummy kept twisting, trying to struggle out, but the white gauze wrapped in it became thicker and thicker, and he gradually became unable to move.
The man in black standing next to the stone platform watched coldly as the machine wound the white gauze, layer by layer.
The sounds coming from the white gauze gradually became blurry and distant, until there was no sound at all.
The man in black was tall and thin, wearing black clothes, black trousers, and a black trench coat. His face was tightly covered by a fang mask, and no expression could be seen. Only the two holes in the eyes revealed a pair of frosty eyes. After a long time, he turned around, proving that he was a human being.
After the mummy made no sound, the man in black paused for a minute, walked out, turned the latch at the door, and closed the door tightly.
It turned out that the sealed room was the trunk of a truck. The man walked to the cab. Among the instruments next to the steering wheel was a temperature detector. The man turned on the hot air switch.
The hot air was turned on in the sealed space, and for a while the temperature inside was comparable to that of a desert under the sun.
In the cab of the truck, a man in black was leaning lazily on the back of the seat. A melodious Russian song was playing on the radio. He put one hand on the frame of the truck and followed the rhythm of the song, tapping his fingers gently to the beat, da, da, da, one after another, looking ghostly in the silent night.
After the song ended, the man in black raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, glanced down at the thermometer, and laughed softly, with a voice that sounded like a woman's, "It's time to hit the road..."
The truck started and disappeared into the night.
Concept: Hundreds of ghosts walk at night in a heavy rain, and there are people among them, smiling happier than the ghosts.