An old man drove his own motorcycle to the market in a hurry, turned his face, and found that the fire under the roadbed was so bright that he could not help but feel frightened. He immediately stopped the motorcycle and stopped to watch.

"God, why is there such a big fire on this rocky beach? What is this thing on fire?"

The old man noticed that there were people under the roadbed. He rubbed his eyes and then looked intently. It was not enough. There seemed to be people lying on the ground.

The old man stretched out his index finger and counted. There were five people lying on the ground. There was another person standing stupidly beside the five people, looking down at the five people on the ground. Above the six people, a large group of crows circled and neighed.

The old man was sixty away, his eyesight was good, he had already seen that the burning thing was a car.

"This is not a rollover accident, right? Are the five people still alive? What does it mean that the person is standing still?"

The old man originally didn't want to be nosy, but he was always kind and couldn't bear to walk away like this, so he circled his hands like a horn and shouted, "Young man, what's the matter?"

But the man stood there like a wooden stake, motionless, without even looking up at him.

"Oh, this young man won't carry more than my ears, right? He should be able to hear him at such a close distance."

The old man had to raise his voice and yelled again, "Young man, what happened?"

The man still looked down at the five people on the ground, and seemed to be muttering something in his mouth, making a nervous laugh while talking.

"The bottom of this **** looks like the scene of an accident, but what's the situation with the young man talking and laughing? In this case, the young man can still laugh. Isn't it hysteria?"

The old man looked at the scene under the **** so weird, the man's behavior was so abnormal, and he was surprised and frightened, so he stopped the motorcycle on the side of the road and walked towards the young man.

When he walked close enough, he found that all five people lying on the ground had died, and all five people had been smashed into brains. The man standing on the side kept mumbling, "Dead, all dead. , Five bastards, all dead, haha—dead—hahahaha—dead well—all dead—haha—"

In this scene, someone else was so scared that he ran home to look for his mother, but the old man was in his sixties and he hadn’t seen anything. So he stepped forward and patted the man, "Young man, What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

The man seemed to wake up suddenly, looking at the corpse on the ground and screaming, "They are dead, all dead."

The old man patted the man on the shoulder and comforted, "Young man, it's okay, you are frightened, just take a drink."

The old man took out a bottle of Xiaoerguotou from his arms, opened the cap and gave the man two mouthfuls.

The man drank and immediately danced on the spot, "Dead, okay, all dead, okay." After speaking, he continued to laugh.

The old man hurriedly grabbed the man, "Son, don't mess around, tell me, what happened?"

The man still looked blurred, and continued to dance, "If you die well, die well, bad people deserve to die. Uncle, they all deserve to die, they are too bad, they deserve to die."

The old man was dumbfounded. "Young man, what are you talking about? I can't understand a word. Who are these five people?"

The humanity said, "They are all bad guys. They all have a bad heart, full of bad water, who arrested and killed whom, they are all heinous guys, they are more than guilty."

The old man was still said to be like Wuliwu, "Child, wake up, you made me confused, uncle."

The man took the old man's hand and said, "Master, come and dance with me. Let's celebrate. The bad guys are dead. Let's celebrate. Five of them died at once. How much crime is lost in this world."

After the man finished speaking, he really pulled the old man into a dance.

The old man is in his sixties, and he was forced to dance by a young man. Naturally, it was miserable. After a few laps, the old man was too tired to bear. He gasped and said, "Young man, you Forgive me, uncle, unhealthy, rheumatoid arthritis, not younger than you, dance as much as you want, sing as you like, uncle, I really can't dance."

The man sternly said, "No! You have to dance if you can't move. Five bad guys died all of a sudden. This is a great event. You must dance and celebrate."

The old man looked at the man's neurotic eyes and felt that something was wrong with him. "Young man, aren't you crazy? Please be clearer."

The man sneered, "I'm not crazy, I'm very awake, I know what I'm doing. However, now is the time to celebrate, let's dance well." After speaking, he pulled the old man into a crazy spin.

After all, the old man was almost seventy, no one could keep up with his footsteps, plus the jagged stones under his feet, he tripped in two strokes.

The old man fell down on the pile of rocks, the hard rocks almost cried out his tears.

Seeing the old man fell, the man immediately stepped forward and pulled him up, "Come on, uncle, let's continue dancing."

The old man was trembling with fright, "Young man, stop jumping, the uncle is really dying."

The man shook his head vigorously, "No! Must dance. I said, the bad guy is dead and needs to be celebrated."

At this time, the old man realized that he was really insane, so he shook off the man's hand vigorously.

"You lunatic, if you want to dance, just do it yourself. I have to go to the fair."

The old man finished speaking and ran away.

It's a pity that the **** was originally a rocky beach with gravel on the ground. It was not fast at all. In addition, the old man was too old and had poor legs and feet. He was caught by the man without running two steps.

The man let out a thunderous roar, "Want to run? I said to celebrate, don't you understand?"

The old man was so frightened that his legs weakened and he sat on the ground, "Young man, you are getting older, so go find someone else to dance, please. You have rheumatoid arthritis, and gout. You really can't dance."

The man sternly said, "No, there is only you alive, who do you want me to dance with?"

The old man begged, "You can find whoever you want, but don't find me anymore. I'm old and can't dance anymore. Please, let him go."

The humanity said, "No! I will find you today, get me up and dance, don't pretend to be dead."

The old man couldn't break free of the man's control, so he opened his throat and shouted, "Help! There is a madman here, who will save me."

The man pulled the old man up, "Get me up, don't pretend to die, continue dancing, can't stop!"