C3 Accident

"Ring, ring, ring …" There was a sharp ring and I was startled. I was stunned for a moment before I picked up the phone.

"A car accident occurred on the road to the Tang Dynasty. The people were severely injured and their lives were in danger. They needed to be compensated by a compensation officer to arrive … "Manager Chen, now that the compensation clerks are all lined up, do you think you should personally make a trip?" The company dispatcher's voice came out of the phone.

Why did the emergency call come to me? I muttered discontentedly. I raised my head to look at the big office outside and realised that I didn't know when all the compensation collectors had left. Could it be that today was a gathering day for all of the cars? I muttered to myself in my heart and snappily said, "Second Division's Li …"

The Taoist immediately clasped his hands and bowed to me. I sighed and changed my words. "Tell me the exact address …"

"The junction of Shangtang Road and Gouyun Road is less than one point, heading out of the city from the south to the north …"

Fortunately, it was only a few kilometers away from us. I grabbed my handbag and headed outside, saying to the Taoist, "You owe me this time!"

I crouch down with a napkin over my mouth, the taillights of the car blinking on my face, and in the yellow light of the night and day I see him covered in mud, falling like a broken sack, the wheels pressing down from his legs and stopping between his head and neck, the car's body not heavy, but half a ton of force tearing his neck apart, a huge gash appearing above his collarbone like some kind of big, gaping fish in a seafood gear, some unknown thing sticking out of his windpipe, blood or blood, like a broken cable. Most of the tires, including his own face and chest, were covered in blood, which had now congealed into a disheartening dark red color. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, and a bunch of flies were crawling around on his eyeballs, moving in and out of his gray tongue. He was as dead as he could be.

I propped myself up with my knees. The muscles on my thighs started to ache. It was as if my brain had been pulled out by someone and thrown back into the wall. I just needed to shake it lightly to feel the pain. Last night's orgy made my body feel a little weak. The smell of alcohol rose from my stomach all the way to my throat, leaving me with a nasty burning pain. I burped and a strong, sour smell filled the air. Damn it, I won't drink anymore! For the 1811th time, I made up my mind.

"I don't know... He suddenly jumped down from the railing. I couldn't see him at all … " A middle-aged woman in her forties kept wiping her face as she spoke to the traffic police in front of her.

"How fast were you?" the traffic policeman asked as he wrote on the accident certificate.

"I... I don't know... Probably... 40 … 50 yards … " The middle-aged woman sobbed as she replied. Her thick makeup had been messed up by her tears and her hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably.

I looked at the two ends of the road. Due to the accident, the one-way four-lane road was completely blocked, and all the cars slowly circled around us. Some drivers rolled down their windows to look in this direction curiously.

The accident happened during the early peak hours, and this road was the main north-south road of Qianchao City. Although the road was wide and the speed was limited to eighty yards, there was still a lot of traffic, so even if Schumacher came, it might not be able to drive for more than sixty years at the peak hours of the morning or evening. Basically, everyone would be walking and stopping at a speed of twenty to thirty yards.

This was a completely enclosed road, both sides were blocked by iron railings, crossing the street were overpasses or tunnels, shouldn't have seen pedestrians, this car accident, no matter what, couldn't be regarded as the responsibility of the motor vehicle, but the new traffic law stipulated that, whether the vehicle was responsible or not, the motor vehicle would still have to bear a large amount of compensation in order to take care of the vulnerable groups. I couldn't help but feel sympathy for this middle-aged woman.

"Your insurance policy …" I walked up to the middle-aged woman and handed her the rest of my paper towels.

"Thank you …" "The insurance policy is in the car, I'll go get it …" She took one of the tissues and gently wiped the corner of her eyes. Her tear-stained eye shadow and mascara had left two black marks on her skin. Her originally white and rosy face now had a dark yellow background. This woman is much older than I expected.

"Ah …" The woman walked to the front of her car, saw her body lying under the wheel, and cried out in alarm. She turned around and threw herself into my arms and wailed, "I … "I don't dare …"

I awkwardly looked at the traffic policeman and saw that he was looking at me with a teasing expression while shrugging his shoulders. I shook my head and tried to comfort the woman with a few words. I'll get it for you. "

"In the box in front of the passenger seat …" The woman seemed to sense the awkwardness as well, and she sobbed as she left my shoulder.

I patted her on the back and walked over to the car. Luckily the man was under the left rear wheel, I thought. I sat in the passenger seat. The radio was still on and there was singing from the stereo: "Over the hill... Only then did he realize that there was no one waiting and that they were all blabbering on and on … "The sorrow of a time when time is not on one's side …" I turned off the radio and the car went quiet. Through the windshield, I saw the traffic police talking into the walkie-talkie, their mouths opening and closing as if they were watching television at night, their volume turned down to a whisper.

I opened the glove compartment, which was stuffed full with brown paper folders. I opened one and found that it contained the purchase contract and the insurance policy and tax return from the car purchase five years ago … I opened a few of them in succession, all the insurance policies that had expired in the past year, and new vehicle specifications that I probably hadn't seen since I bought them, I thought, pulling out the bottom bag and opening the string of the file. The words "China's car insurance" popped up.

I was about to open the door and get out of the car when I heard a strange sound, like a cat scratching at iron. Stunned, I looked back at the seat and saw that there was only one male dragon-cat that could be used as both a cushion and a toy. Other than that, there was nothing else. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw an ambulance coming through the traffic.

What are you doing here now? We should have sent the funeral home directly. I sighed and thought. I opened the door and got out. The traffic police used a few triangular warning cones to create a convenient space for rescue operations around Carolina. The ambulance parked directly behind her. Two doctors in white coats got out of the car and pulled a stretcher over from the back door.

Everyone knew that he was hopeless. I thought, and felt a pang of sadness. After so many years as a compensation officer, I had seen a lot of human life and car accidents, but it was not like the old compensation officer used to say when I was at work. When I was alone at night, these ghosts that died miserably under the wheels of a car would always appear before my eyes.

Maybe I should change jobs, or find a regular girlfriend? I thought, looking down at my body again. Who is this? Where does he work? Are there any wives or children? If so, what kind of life would they face in the future?

At this moment, I saw the exposed leg of the car suddenly shake!