C137 Aircraft induced murder

The scissors door rose up, "Bang …" "Mother …" Liao Xing's face paled in fright. Standing on the same spot, he asked, "What's going on?" As the door opened, a skull popped out from inside the car, the spring swinging from the back of its neck …

"Who …" "Who is it …" Liao Xing's trembling voice echoed throughout the empty underground parking lot. As he turned around