午夜的大街寂静得就像一座鬼城。道路两旁的街灯宛如两行鬼火,若明若暗地扑来又倒下。蒙蒙的细雨荡起层层雾霓,使远方那一幢幢黑乎乎的建筑愈发显得冷漠与无情。张离发疯一样地狠踩着油门,使这辆本已力不从心的老式轿车痛苦地鸣叫着、狂奔着。他左手扶着方向盘,右手捂着梁红那正在冒血的脑袋,流出来的鲜血渗进他的裤子,顺着小腿像一条条蚯蚓 Midnight quiet street like a ghost town. Street lights on both sides of the road like two lines of Witchcraft, Ruomeo rushed secretly fell down. Misty mist dangled layers of fog Ni, so far that blocks of dark buildings more and more appear indifferent and heartless. Zhang insanity as hard as riding on the accelerator, so that the car has been powerless old-fashioned car painfully tweeted, bolted. His left hand holding the steering wheel, his right hand over his head Liang Hong that is bloody head, outflow of blood into his pants, along the calf like a piece of earthworms