The moment Wuling Bread hit the guardrail, the whole car slowed down slightly. The problem was that it didn't work at all, and then we flew to the fields with people and cars.

The moment the car hit the crops, I was jolted hard.

I can't describe the feeling of this moment, anyway, it feels dark and the sky is spinning.

I ended up rolling around in the co-pilot, banging my head on the front drawer.

I don't know how far the Wuling bread slid forward, and I didn't notice how long it stopped.

I curled up with my head in the co-pilot's drawer, and I slowed down for a moment. Luckily, I wasn't unconscious and didn't suffer any serious injuries.

I tried to sit up, but the carriage was a little out of shape, so I didn't have much room to move, and I looked sideways.

Big Mouth was lying on the steering wheel, his face still facing me. I could clearly see that the big mouth was completely dizzy, and he was still grinning, and a hawl overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

I was more worried about Bigmouth's injury, and I called his name, but he wouldn't have me.

I was in a hurry and reached out to open the car door. Fuck it, the door is a bit tight, presumably related to the deformation.

I gave it a few hard pushes and bumped it on my shoulder.

The reality wasn't so pessimistic, and I just knocked the door open. I moved my body a little bit and rolled out of the car.

I didn't have time to rest, so I gritted my teeth and dragged my body that was about to fall apart, so hard to stand up.

I walked around to the outside of the driver's seat, and after another hard fight, I pulled my big mouth out.

I could feel that the body temperature of the big mouth was very high, and it was even a little hot.

I was a little scared, because even if the iron man had this kind of body temperature, if he didn't treat it in time, he would die.

I'll put my big mouth on the crops, which are now bare, and it's not time to sow seeds.

I crouched down next to my big mouth again, my head spinning.

I first thought of 120, but the state of the big mouth was strange, and I suspected that he had been poisoned by some kind of strange poison. If you go through the usual process, I'm afraid that those nurses and doctors will make mistakes because they don't have the experience to deal with this strange poison.

I thought of the ugly girl again. I decisively called the ugly girl.

The first time the ugly lady didn't answer, and after the phone rang ten times, it hung up automatically. But I was like crazy, and I fought again and again.

waited until the third time, and the ugly girl finally picked it up.

I guess she was busy, and after the phone was connected, I didn't wait for the ugly lady to say anything, I first talked about the situation of the big mouth, especially in order to attract the attention of the ugly girl, I also mentioned the strange things that happened in Xuzhou to her.

The ugly lady listened silently, and finally she said something bad.

She asked me to steady myself and asked me where I was.

I wasn't familiar with Zhu Hai, and I especially didn't know which street or road I was on right now, but I told me about the surrounding terrain and the route I had just taken.

The ugly lady told me to wait, and said that she would send someone over.

Then she hung up. After I picked up my phone, I tried to take care of the big mouth again.

It is said that it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and I don't have any things and medicine now, and I really have more than enough strength to cool down my big mouth.

I don't want Big Mouth to lie in such a desolate field all the time. I picked him up again and walked towards the T-junction step by step.

I followed the broken guardrail and returned to the road.

I put my big mouth on the side of the road, and I took on the appearance of guarding him and crouched aside.

I want to make myself feel better, especially not to be so nervous all the time. I fumbled in my pocket again and pulled out my cigarette.

The cigarette case was crumpled and the cigarettes inside were crooked.

I barely picked one out, and I made do with it. I took advantage of the time to talk to Big Mouth.

I don't care if he can hear it or not, but I want to encourage him and let him carry it with his will.

About half a cigarette later, my phone rang.

My first reaction was to be an ugly girl, but when I took it out, it was an unfamiliar number. And looking at this strange number, I always feel so familiar with it again.

I put a question mark in my head, and said in my heart, could it be a mercenary from the Wild Dog Gang, he received an order from the ugly girl, and he was rushing here, and he contacted me first on the way or something?

I pressed the call button, but the other person didn't speak.

I couldn't stay up like this, so I fed it first.

The other party cleared his throat and began to sing. He didn't sing songs, but all things like Mahabha, Asidha, Namwu, and so on.

I couldn't help but think of the Buddha song, and when I made such a connection, I felt a sigh in my heart.

I remember that this unfamiliar number was a personal witness, because I had seen the note before, so I had an impression of this number.

In addition, I also guessed that the freak of the other party is the murderer.

My heart was beating hard, and it wasn't timid or scared, but rather worried.

I said to the murderer, "Don't mess around!

The murderer paused suddenly, but soon he snorted and talked to me about abstract things like human death and consciousness.

I was convinced, and I felt more and more that this was a pervert.

Of course, I don't want to waste time with him, let alone talk about these Buddhist things. But I still have a glimmer of hope and want to communicate with the murderer and ask him not to kill the witness.

I simply started with Buddhism and asked him, "You like Buddha so much, you must be a person who believes in Buddhism, and the Buddha told us to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, so we ......."

Before I could say more, he sharpened his voice and laughed.

He retorted to me, "Do you know the Dharma? The Buddha did say, put down the butcher's knife, but you have to know, why put it down? If you don't pick up the butcher's knife and don't use it, how can you put it down?"

I have an evaluation of this murderer, and I say that he is quite nonsense.

Seeing that I didn't answer, the murderer continued, "In this life, there is a cycle of cause and effect, and to put it bluntly, it is retribution. Do you know that there is a cause and effect in the life or death of any person, and there is also such a reason for someone to die horizontally? And I, whether you, are just people in the game, and we chess pieces are all doing our own things according to the Buddha's arrangement, so you take care of yourself and don't worry about it. ”

It's the first time I've heard this kind of fallacy, and I'm wondering how to answer it.

He said Amitabha Buddha again, and he hung up the phone.

I listened to the beep disconnection sound, and when I called the phone back, it prompted to turn off.

I'm angry and pinching my phone, but what's the use?

After another ten and eight minutes, a modern sedan came in the distance.

The car was so fast that it didn't even care about the traffic rules and went in the wrong direction, and it was waving its lights in my direction from time to time.

I guess it's someone sent by the ugly girl. I stood up and waved at it.