Old Zhuang was a taxi driver. A while ago, he had bumped into someone.
Late that night, Old Zhuang pulled a big job to the western suburbs. Although the western suburbs were remote, there were few people and cars along the way, so the work went smoothly. When he returned to the city, it was already three o'clock at night. His eyelids were starting to twitch. Just as he closed his eyes and opened them, he felt a figure flash past the car lights, and then he heard a bang. Old Zhuang stepped on the brakes and was stunned. His first reaction was that he had hit someone. Trembling, he got out of the car. There was no one around. The road was a dark forest, and the person who had been knocked away could not be seen at all. Old Zhuang swallowed his saliva, jumped into the car, and drove away without a care.
After the collision, Old Zhuang had been living in fear. He didn't even leave his car and stayed at home every day. Hit-and-run was a criminal offense. He was really afraid that the police would suddenly visit him one day and put a pair of iron bracelets on him. Old Zhuang's unusual behavior made his wife feel very strange. After several rounds of interrogation, Zhuang finally told the truth, and his wife panicked. The two of them pondered over it and decided to simply fabricate an alibi. His wife secretly asked someone to make a fake medical record for Old Zhuang. If the police really came to interrogate him, they would say that Old Zhuang was sick that day and did not leave the car.
The two of them waited anxiously for the police to arrive. Strangely, more than half a month had passed, but there were no reports on the police or even on television about the car that caused the accident. Old Zhuang thought, maybe he hit a homeless beggar, or maybe the body had already rotted in the depths of the forest? He began to let his imagination run wild and often dreamed at night.
In his dream, he was discovered to have hit someone. He squatted in the narrow interrogation room, facing two police officers with blurred faces.
"Did you drive that day?" a policeman asked.”
He shook his head.
"What did you do that day?" asked another policeman.”
He told the lie he had made up.
At this moment, the two police officers stopped talking. After a torturous silence, they stood up abruptly and pointed at Old Zhuang.""Look at your nose."
Old Zhuang looked down and saw that his nose was growing rapidly. At this moment, his nose suddenly gave a sinister smile and he said word by word,""You're lying!"
This dream reminded Zhuang Zi of a fairytale character called Pinocchio. Every time the little puppet lied, its nose grew longer. This dream had become a knot in his heart. Every time he woke up, he would subconsciously touch his nose to see if it had grown. But no matter what, everything was still normal. His wife began to urge Old Zhuang to get out of the car to earn money. A few days later, Old Zhuang helplessly sat in the driver's seat again.
That night, Old Zhuang waited for guests at his usual place. Soon, someone got into the car. This person was wearing a hoodie. The hoodie was on his head, so his face could not be seen clearly. He asked the guest where he was going, and the person slowly spat out two words,"Western suburbs." Old Zhuang braced himself and started the car.
It was a similar night. The road was silent, and the air was dark. Old Zhuang felt his body tremble, but he still pretended to be calm.
At this moment, the customer suddenly said,"Did you hear? Someone was killed here a while ago."”
Old Zhuang was stunned for a moment before he nodded stiffly.
"Do you know who hit it?"”
Old Zhuang shook his head.
At this moment, the man suddenly said,"Stop the car, I'm here."”
Old Zhuang quickly stepped on the brakes. He looked around and his head suddenly bulged. This was the place where he had hit someone last time. The customer had already gotten out of the car. He stood in front of Old Zhuang's left front tire and said gloomily,"This is the end of my life. You have been lying." With that, he disappeared into the deep forest in the blink of an eye.
Old Zhuang's head was throbbing. He stepped on the accelerator and the car sped off diagonally. In an instant, he fell into a ditch by the roadside.
Old Zhuang was dead. A few days later, his wife remarried. She married a passenger who had taken Old Zhuang's car to the western suburbs twice.
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