Before Lu Liangren could recover from Bian Baixian's cold and ruthless look and words, he was suddenly beaten and hugged by him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Bian Baixian carried her all the way down to the parking lot and sat in the half-old Wuling Light.

Bian Baixian, who originally wanted to tie the seat belt for her, saw that the clothes behind Lu Liangren were all stuck to the skin with blood, so he gave up, and instead carried her to the back seat, and ordered loudly: "Lie on your stomach! Don't touch the seat cover." ”

These seat covers have not been washed for a long time, and in case they touch the wound, they may cause bacterial infection.

Lu Liangren grinned and forcibly endured the pain in his back and fell down, "In vain, or let's not go to the hospital, I have blood all over my body, and when the time comes, I will have to spend money to wash your car if it gets dirty." ”

Bai Bai must have disliked the blood stains on my body, and was afraid that I would dirty his car, so he asked me not to touch the seat cover while lying on my stomach, but it was so uncomfortable to lie on my stomach like this...... Lu Liangren hung his head in frustration.

The corners of Bian Baixian's forehead jumped, first worried about the medical expenses, and now he is concerned about the car wash fee...... Money money, money, money is a bastard, I will earn it after I spend it, I want you fool to fuck your ass!

Bian Baixian stretched his already sharp chin with a cold face, shook the door vigorously, returned to the driver's seat and started driving.

On the way from the urban village to the hospital, his heart has always been in turmoil, and several times he wanted to step on the accelerator and rush forward regardless of it, but looking at the woman's pale and blue face in the rearview mirror, he pressed this impulse again.

It was another traffic light, Bian Baixian stopped skillfully and steadily, his fair and slender fingers kept tapping on the steering wheel, this is a main road in the city, so the waiting time was a bit long, and the owner of a private car next to him looked at him several times, and finally couldn't help but say: "Young man, take it easy." ”

Bian Baixian glanced at the owner of the car silently, he was in a very bad mood at the moment, and of course his eyes were not too enthusiastic, and even a little hostile.

But the owner of the car didn't mind, and still smiled good-naturedly and said, "Although your expression looks calm, your body language honestly expresses your inner uneasiness." Young man, it's easy to get into an accident when driving with this mentality, take it easy. ”

Bian Boxian nodded, silently looking straight ahead again, but by this time his fingers were no longer tapping on the steering wheel.

The green light turned on, and his thin arms grasped the steering wheel very calmly, and slowly drove forward, parting ways with the owner of the private car at the intersection.

It wasn't until the car completely disappeared from sight that Bian Baixian frowned slightly, and there was a strange contemplation on his indifferent facial expression.

At the same time, the private car turned and drove onto the viaduct and then turned into the ring highway, and the owner took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth but did not light it.

"Why don't you follow?" a woman's voice rang out in the back seat, which was covered in black cellophane.

The owner shook his head and said, "He's not." ”

The woman raised her voice: "But that breath does exist, and it still smells of blood, even if it's not him, he must know it." Grab him, force him to find out where the injured player is, and grab the loot, that's what we're supposed to do now!"

The owner didn't speak, just took out the lighter from his pocket and wanted to light a cigarette, but soon he put the lighter and cigarette back, and said in a deep voice: "Forget it, find the next target." ”

The woman's voice became more and more sharp: "Where do we have time to find the next target? That person is almost level ten! He's a crazy man, he knows what kind of updates the system will make when a player is level ten, but he still spares no effort to level up, he just wants to drag us to death together!"

Hearing the woman's hysterical screams, the owner finally showed displeasure: "Then what do you want?"

"Catch up, catch up with that car just now!"

"It's useless. The owner sighed, "Have you ever killed someone?"

"Kill, kill......" the woman's voice trembled.

"Yes, killing, and in the real world. The owner of the car raised his head and said as if recalling: "In fact, it is not difficult to kill people, but it is difficult to dispose of the corpse." When people kill, they often rely on an impulse, and they even have a sense of pleasure after killing. But when the aftermath is thought of, the pleasure turns into fear. You often see some criminals say that they regret killing someone, but in fact, what they regret is not the killing, but the regret that they are impulsive when they cannot erase the subsequent effects of this incident. ”

The owner of the car paused, and without waiting for the woman's reply, he had to continue: "When I killed someone for the first time, I was the same as the young man just now, calm on the surface, but actually nervous, I always felt that a pair of eyes were looking at me, until the body was disposed of, those eyes gradually disappeared." ”

"He was the only one in the car just now, but there was such a strong smell of blood, and he was so nervous, the result was self-evident, that player had already been killed by him, and we were all a step late. I guess the body must be hidden in the back of his car, a Wuling Light stolen from somewhere, and it would be better to transport the body. ”

There was a sound of moving from the rear seat door, apparently the person inside wanted to come out, but unfortunately it was locked by the owner.

"Ahh!!h

The owner didn't turn his head, but continued to drive the vehicle forward, "You're right, the system is about to be updated, and I really need more props." It's a pity that the player who was killed by the guy just now actually died in the hands of an ordinary person, and the prop cards were wasted. But forget it, the breath is so weak, presumably there won't be anything good on it. Instead, you exchanged two interesting things in the community, right? Don't waste it. ”

Click, click, click...... The sound of chewing sounded from the back seat.

The car got off the highway at an exit, drove more and more remotely, and finally stopped on a small road with no people in front of or behind.

The owner turned around and groped in the back for a while, then put something in his pocket, then opened the car door and walked down, stretched his waist and said: "A young man who dares to kill, a stinky bitch who only dares to grab things, which one do you say I will choose?" ”

Immediately after, a grayish-white mass floated out of the back seat and clinged to him.

The owner shivered at the right time, pressed down the brim of his hat and whispered, "The wind is blowing." ”