【Tomorrow is the first anniversary of the crash of Flight 180.】

[This flight fell shortly after taking off. The disaster affected many people, especially Abraham High School teachers and students. Forty-eight students and four teachers were lost in the disaster. But the story after the disaster made the tragedy even more bizarre.]

In the bedroom, the TV emits bright light, and a program about a flight crash a year ago was played. The video recorder on the TV shows the time: 1:08

A spider crawled over the bed. On the bed was a white woman, wearing a white vest, with large pieces of snow-white skin exposed outside. Her breasts, which were quite large, slowly undulating, the woman closed her eyes and was still sleeping soundly.

There is a statue of a human head on the video camera, which can be seen as a woman. The mottled marks are like burnt marks all over the statue's face, revealing a hint of weirdness.

There were some items piled up on the table. There were photos of the owner of the room and friends, some miscellaneous items, and several books and maps, all about travel. One of the books said Roadtrip (road trip), but a bunch of keys blocked the t, making it a Roadrip (rest on the road)

A marionette hung in the air, slowly rotating.

[The survivors who escaped by chance before the crash soon died in a series of mysterious and bizarre accidents. For some, this is just a tragic coincidence. But for others, it implies that something ominous is about to happen. This is the topic that the guests will discuss tonight.]

【Thank you for coming to this show.】

[Thank you, I like the word "unknown". Most people say it is "supernatural" because they think I'm talking about "ghosts".]

【Please talk about this topic directly.】

[Okay. I think there is some kind of power, well... a terrible thing that is invisible. It surrounds us all day long. It is this kind of thing that causes human suffering and death. Some people call it "the power of the devil". But I think it's a bit religious, I'd rather call it "death".]

【So... in your opinion, we are surrounded by death?】

[That's right! That's right! Every day, every time, everywhere. I think everyone knows that death has a design that suits each of us. When Alex rescued the survivors from the plane, he actually destroyed the design of death. This is what I want to warn everyone.]

[Is it evidence that all survivors have died?]

[This is not a question of whether survivors die. It is how these people die. I mean they die so strangely... or it seems unexpected and cannot be explained at all. This confirms that there is indeed a certain power.]

[This is not evidence, it is just one side of your opinion. This is just to prove your point of view, right?]

A breeze blew through the room. The door of the room was open, maybe it was a ritual wind or something.

"Kimberie." A gentle call sounded in the woman's ears.

The woman slowly opened her eyes and she heard someone calling her name.

【Your thoughts should be open...】

The host interrupted his speech. [Everything is possible, it's just a coincidence.]

【Can I finish talking?!】

The content on the TV attracted her attention, Kimberly sat up from the bed and watched the TV sleepyly.

[Coincidence will only cause one or two people to die. It will not cause these people, including their teachers to die.]

[Any time someone dies. What's the difference this time?]

[This forces everyone to question daily coincidences. What if there is something hidden behind this? Can we do something?]

[You listen to yourself, you are crazy. Do we have to be careful every day after we leave home?]

Bang!

Suddenly, the open door behind him suddenly closed. Kimberly was startled, looked back, and moved her eyes to the TV again.

[Yes! That's what I mean. That's it! In order to survive, the only way is to pay attention to the meaning of things under the surface.]

[Because no one can escape death. Maybe you will die today.]

As the words came, large snowflakes appeared on the screen, the picture kept jumping upward, and finally turned into a blood-red...

...

A fresh morning with air

In front of the garage, Kimberly threw her backpack into the trunk of the red SUV. Today she made an appointment to go on a vacation with three friends on the beach holy site in Florida. Her long brown hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing a blue sweatshirt today, which matched her blueland eyes.

"Okay, I'll call you."

"Kimberley, have you brought all of it? Credit card, mobile phone, road rescue card."

"Take it, I'm not going to Somalia."

"Spare tire? Danger warning sign? Sunscreen? Tearsjudge spray?" Kimberly's father told me tirelessly.

"**, whip, chain." Sharna, the best friend living near Kimberley, came over and joked. She had a beautiful woman with long beige hair. She was wearing a denim shirt with a pink vest inside.

"Just kidding, don't worry, I'll be optimistic about her."

"I'm so relieved, thank you." Kim Boli's father also smiled and then hugged his daughter.

"Let's go and take those guys, I can't wait." Sarna took the co-pilot and urged.

"Go." The father let go of Kimberly and helped her turn off the trunk.

"Whip, chain...this is awesome." Kimberly opened the door and sat in the driving force, saying a slander.

"No matter what you say, it's cool." After that, Shana laughed herself.

He watched the car start and left his sight. His father, who was about to return to the house, noticed a pool of gasoline on the ground.

...

At the entrance of Highway 23, the traffic lights turned red.

"Be careful!" Sarna reminded.

The distracted Kimberly quickly stepped on the brakes and stopped at this moment, only a few centimeters away from the rear of the vehicle in front.

"Please, Jin, have you just got your driver's license?" said a white man in the back seat.

"sorry~" Kimberly shrank her neck. At this moment, a tattered red glove suddenly appeared on the car window.

A few people looked over and saw that it was an old woman who had ragged. She shook the net pocket in her hand, which was filled with cans. However, the bottom end was not tightened, and all the cans leaked out with a clamor.

"oh, my, god." Sarna chuckled.

A burst of laughter broke out in the car.

"Dano, do you want to help your mom?" said another man with messy hair in the back seat, his name was Franky.

"Very good, I won't let you suck my **."

"Whatever you want."

The red light turns green and the vehicle drives into Highway 23.

"What should we do when we get there?"

“We can see a lot of ***, we can smoke **, eat cakes, and have parties on the beach.”

In the back seat, two young men were thinking and talking.

"Serial collision! Serial collision! Serial collision! Serial collision!"

There was more than one school bus, and the students inside were shouting in the car. Kimberly was a little nervous and turned on the car radio.

【The memorial service for the first anniversary of the plane crash of 180 will be held at the Abraham High School Auditorium at 8 o'clock tonight.】

Kimberly smiled at Sarna who was strangely watching, and moved to another channel.

"highwaytohell~" (Hell Highway)

Kim Boli, who was even more worried, continued to tune the frequency and switched to a channel that played soothing music.

Kimberly brushed off the hair that was blowing to her forehead, feeling a little relieved.

Gradually surpassing a spray paint car on the road, there was a white young man in a racing suit. He smiled at Kimberly.

"oh, my, god." There was another burst of laughter in the car. At this moment, the phone rang.

“hello?”

"Hi Kimberly, it's dad."

"Ok, what's the matter."

"Your car is leaking oil, check it out immediately."

“Okay OK.”

When Kimberly was talking to her father, a Harley Motorcycle on the right came over.

The woman in the back seat of the car turned her shirt up at Dano.

"Cough cough cough..." Dano, who was smoking, was choking and coughing repeatedly, and pointed his finger at the motorcycle with a cigarette roll.

"Is anyone coughing?" Kimberly's father heard the coughing sound.

"Yeah, I will deal with it. See you later. I love you." Kimberly hung up the phone with a smile.

"Goodbye my dear."

Franky thought Dano, who had reached out to him, wanted to smoke him, so he hurriedly took it. When he realized something looked out the window, the owner of Harley raised his middle finger and accelerated to leave.

"What are you doing?!" Franky shouted.

"Hi! Look at that big boobs!"

Kimberly looked back with a funny look: "Shut up."
To be continued...