Freelance Artist

Zhang Long is a taxi driver. He was still driving outside at seven o'clock this evening, and turned on the radio habitually out of boredom.

A man's voice came over the radio.

[Fifty years ago, in Baoziling, Shacheng, four Tu Fuzi were squatting on a mound, all of them were silent, staring straight at the Luoyang shovel on the ground, which still carried the shovel just brought out from the ground. Soil, the strange thing is that this cup of soil is constantly oozing bright red liquid, as if it has just been dipped in blood...]

Zhang Long was stunned.

What is this?

As if a person is telling a story?

Zhang Long usually drives, mainly listening to the host talking about the mountains, or listening to radio songs.

Today is the first time I heard a story told on the radio.

This person's voice is cadenced, and with the slightly permeating background music, it gives people a strong sense of atmosphere, which seems quite interesting.

Zhang Long couldn't help listening.

【"It's a big trouble now." The old cigarette butt knocked his pipe on the ground, "There's a bloody corpse down here, if not, we'll all be left here."

"Can't go down? No matter what you want, in a word, don't be in a hurry!"

The one-eyed young man said: "You said that you are an old man with inconvenient legs and feet, so don't go down. My brother and I will go down together. Whatever he does, just give him a shuttle.\