Chapter 258: Sprint Mother-in-law It's late at night and the moon is shining brightly. The bright moonlight illuminates the mountains and forests, but is blocked by the forests and cannot penetrate deep into the tunnel. Cars with their headlights on kept entering the tunnel and exiting from the other end. In and out, back and forth. "I came here unknowingly. look back This long narrow road Leading to that distant hometown. Rough road Winding Road There is no record on the map Just like a person's life Ah, the river water Slowly Flowing through generations Ah, the slow-flowing river Without stopping, flowing to the distance
Blending into the sunset Life is like a journey On this road with no end Join hands with the one you love Finding dreams together Even if the heavy rain makes the road muddy There is always a sunny day Ah, the slow-flowing river So peaceful, so calm Makes people want to live in it Ah, like the slow-flowing river The four seasons are constantly changing The ice and snow will eventually melt Ah, the slow-flowing river So peaceful, so calm Makes people want to live in it Ah, the slow-flowing river The sound of the green stream It echoes in my ears all the time..." Nozawa was driving, playing the classic but old song "The Flowing River" on a loop. Every era has its classic songs, and this song is the one that his grandparents loved. He has always liked things that are old and have been preserved over the years. After all, things that can be passed down from the years of history are more valuable to appreciate and savor. He considers himself not a music fan, but just an ordinary music listener. However, it is increasingly difficult for him to concentrate on listening to the new songs released by the times. It’s not the fault of today’s young singers. This is an impetuous era and people need multi-sensory stimulation. A good song will be a microcosm of the spirit of an era. In such an impetuous society, even if a good song that represents the epitome of this era really comes out, it will not be what he wants to hear.
Sometimes he feels that it would be a good thing if the current music scene could go back a few decades. There's no way, even though he's still young, he likes older things. The car drove slowly into the deep tunnel. Nozawa's fingers on the steering wheel rose and fell rhythmically, his eyes somewhat absent-minded. He had walked back and forth in this tunnel at least a hundred times and was as familiar with it as if it were his own home. He didn't drive fast and didn't like driving fast. He watched the cars behind him overtake him and disappear from his sight. About 5 minutes later, Nozawa frowned slightly and subconsciously increased the speed of the car. This tunnel seemed especially long tonight; perhaps he was really driving too slowly. Another 5 minutes passed, and Nozawa put away his careless look, tensed his body, and stared at the dark and deep tunnel ahead as if facing a great enemy. It had been 15 minutes since he drove into the tunnel, while it would normally take him about 10 minutes to drive out of the tunnel. And now, he was still in the tunnel and couldn't see the exit of the tunnel ahead. This is not normal. Very abnormal! Nozawa looked at both sides, but could not see any trace of vehicles, not even the sound of a car horn. He was absolutely certain that something must have happened to him. He turned off the car stereo, held the steering wheel with both hands, and looked around in panic but calmly. Hu Hu Hu. The moment the music stopped, a gust of wind rushed in from the left at a high speed. Like a rushing river about to wash away its banks. Literally, it flows. dong dong dong. Something was tapping on the car window. A cold gaze came in from the car window, like a hunter staring at his chosen prey, naked and without any disguise. Nozawa's face turned pale, his body stiffened, and his head slowly turned towards the car window. A terrifying old face suddenly appeared in his sight. It was an old woman, an old lady with her face almost completely pressed against the car window. The old woman had a big forehead with a black mole on it, and her face was as old as an old tree that was about to reach the end of its life. When their eyes met, the old woman smiled at him and licked her lips greedily. It was a smile that contained no kindness or malice, but Nozawa found it particularly creepy. Because he saw the old woman, who was running at the same speed as his car, while keeping her upper body straight and looking at him.
After just a pair of eyes, Nozawa suddenly felt a chill coming from his lower body, as cold as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him. He lost something at that moment. Even though there was no pain, he was sure of it. Nozawa tried his best to stay calm, turned his head back, stopped looking at the old woman outside the car window, stepped on the accelerator and continued to accelerate. But the old woman outside the window was still running to keep up with him. No matter how fast the car was going, the old lady outside the car always kept a fixed distance from him. You will die! What should I do? Nozawa knew very well that he had definitely encountered something unclean. Is there any way to save my life? Nozawa thought a lot in this moment of life and death, then turned on the car stereo again, and the familiar tune of "The Flowing River" sounded melodiously. At this moment, he vaguely saw the old woman outside the car window's expression change slightly, as if she was lost in some kind of recollection. He hurriedly stepped on the accelerator again and the car rushed out of the tunnel at a speed of 160 kilometers per hour. "Huh...huh...huh..." Looking at the bright moonlight and silent forest outside the car window, Nozawa knew that he had successfully escaped tonight. At that last moment, his bet was right. The weird old woman really responded to the old song "The River Flows On". It must have been following me for a while, and it only appeared and attacked me when I turned off the song "The Flowing River". "Ha ha……" Nozawa wanted to smile as if he had escaped by chance, but soon his expression froze. He thought of an urban legend that has been hotly discussed on the Internet recently. He slowed down the car and reached out his shaking hand to touch his lower body. Sure enough, it was empty. His ox disappeared. …… Niuzi really disappeared. It was taken away by the old woman in the tunnel. After returning home, Nozawa hid in the bathroom, soaking in the bathtub, and checked his genitals many times. It was completely barren there, with no trace of the cows as before.
He became one of the victims of the online urban legend of the disappearance of cattle. After searching a lot on the Internet, he roughly understood the origin of the old woman. Sprint Grandma, also known as 100-kilometer Grandma, high-speed Grandma, and turbo Grandma. She is a strange old lady who can run at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour. Sprint Granny, this is the real name of this urban legend. (End of this chapter)