What Ding Mingyue said before suddenly rang in my mind for some reason.

It's all because of me that I'm allowed to do so.

And I don't know when the bus matter will be resolved, and I'm already in danger.

At first, I thought that the bus incident would only happen to me, but now I realize that it is likely to affect the people around me.

My parents are in the country, and even if anything happens, they can't be affected.

Mo Feng was implicated by me once before, and Xu Ke was also implicated by me.

Looks like I should find a time to talk to Xu Ke about the breakup.

Thinking of this, I let out another long sigh.

When will this bus thing come to an end?

Mo Feng has been driving at night for more than half a month because of my affairs, and he came to visit me and Xu Ke in the hospital with two big dark circles under his eyes and a year of exhaustion.

He yawned a lot and handed me a basket of fruits: "Brother Fan, how is Sister Keke's condition, or is there no improvement?" ”

I shook my head, took out a banana from the fruit basket and handed it to Mo Feng: "The situation is still like that. ”

Mo Feng took the banana, but he didn't eat it, but directly changed his hand and put it next to him: "Brother Fan, then why don't you let Brother Song help, he has a very wide network, maybe he can help us find the car early?" ”

Hearing this, I shook my head even more: "Wang Song has also used a lot of contacts during this time, and he is about to blind his eyes when he watches the surveillance video, but he still hasn't found any information." ”

After Mo Feng heard this, he reached out and touched his head, and stepped forward and patted me on the shoulder: "Brother Fan, don't worry, Sister Keke Jiren has her own natural appearance, and nothing will happen." ”

I sighed too, hoping that this was the case.

However, I looked at the thick dark circles under Mo Feng's eyes and said: "I'll drive the bus tonight, it's hard work for you during this hard time, you can take a good rest." ”

Although the matter of driving the last train is not tiring, it is still very exhausting for a person.

Mo Feng and I are not young men in their 20s, and we need to take good care of ourselves.

Mo Feng didn't want to hand over the bus to me, but after I grinded and soaked it, he still gave it to me very reluctantly.

However, when he gave me the car keys, he still spoke seriously: "Brother Fan, if you are really inappropriate, you should stay in the hospital and take good care of Sister Keke, and other things can be taken care of me." ”

When the bus was on that night.

It's pretty good.

When the villagers saw me, they greeted me warmly and asked me where I had been during this time.

I just said a few words casually.

Nothing went wrong along the way, I had already smoked a cigarette on the edge of the reservoir and drove back.

Maybe it was because my mind was very uncertain, but halfway through the drive, I felt as if I had hit something.

If the bus is damaged, I will be jointly and severally liable.

So I turned on the emergency light, parked the car on the side of the road, and wanted to go down to see where the bus had been hit.

But when I pulled over to the side of the road, I turned my head and looked in the rearview mirror and saw a black car, not far from me.

After a few glances, I suddenly realized that the car seemed to be a hearse.

The scrapped hearse that was driven away by the corpse.

After realizing this, I instantly broke out in a cold sweat all over my body.

I started the car so quickly that I didn't even dare to turn my head to look at the hearse.

I'd love to know if it's the dead driver sitting in the world's seat.

But when I looked at it just now, I didn't see anyone in the driver's seat.

The bus started quickly, and I slammed on the accelerator.

The hearse seemed to see through what I was up to, and the moment I stepped on the gas, he accelerated.

If this had happened a few months ago, I would have believed that a bus and a hearse would be racing on the road.

But now it seems that this has indeed happened. Weichang

The hearse was very fast, and we weren't too far apart in the first place.

So he quickly hit the butt of the bus again.

This time, he can be said to have used a lot of strength to hit, and the huge impact force made my whole body rush forward, and my chest hit the steering wheel tightly.

The pain was so great that I clenched my teeth for a moment, but I knew very well and clearly that I couldn't stop now.

Who knows if it's a person or something driving in the hearse?

If I'm caught up by the other side now, I don't know what the outcome will be.

I pressed the bus to the lowest level, held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and drove straight ahead without squinting.

Fortunately, it was the hearse that was chasing me behind, otherwise I would never have been able to drive the other party's bus.

The distance between me and him was not too far, and the hearse seemed to carry an indomitable courage.

Not long after, the hearse slammed into the bus again, and I could even hear the squeak of the engine.

Now I'm on a highway where there aren't too many people, and it's like I can't find someone to ask for help, and the only chance is to rush forward, preferably out of the hearse's sphere of influence.

The hearse was crashing into my car continuously, hitting harder and harder each time.

I don't know when it started, but the whole road was filled with a very thick fog.

Even with the high beams on, I couldn't see the road ahead very clearly, and I could only vaguely see some routes.

The current situation is very bad for me.

I've driven this back and forth many times, but all of this is premised on me being able to see the road in front of me.

But now I can't see clearly, and I don't know what to expect.

But if I slow down, the other party will catch up, and I won't end up with a good ending.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still pressed the accelerator tightly without any relaxation.

I believe my instinct as a veteran driver is to never let myself be hurt in any way.

In the fog I drove into.

A lot of fog fell down my bare arms along the windows I had opened, giving my people goosebumps after goosebumps.

Fortunately, I finally saw the sign of entering the city in the fog ahead.

As soon as I entered the city, I was able to find someone to help.

Thinking of this, I quickly stepped on the accelerator, and you threw the very thick fog behind you.

But when I broke out of the fog, I found a very embarrassing thing.

The scene in front of me is not an urban area, but another scene that I am very familiar with - the reservoir!

After I drove a lap, I was back to square one.

My heart was beating faster than before, and my mind went blank, and I didn't even know how to react now.

But now I know one thing very well, and that is that I have to get out of the situation as soon as possible.

The hearse behind followed and slammed into the bus's ass again.

I was knocked and flew forward.

No matter how stupid I am, I know one thing now.

That is, I'm back to where I was, and I've already had a ghost hitting the wall.

The pain in his body proves that this time the ghost hitting the wall is not a simple ghost hitting the wall.

Fortunately, I have been living in the countryside recently, and I have heard a lot of people talk about what to do after encountering a ghost hitting the wall.

After encountering a ghost shooting, you have to scold, and the more ugly the scolding, the better, so that you can rush out quickly.

So I didn't say a word, and directly began to scold: "I fuck your grandma, what a turtle grandson, you dare to trap Lao Tzu in this place, believe it or not, I will take your head off and use it as a urinal." ”

I yelled while driving, and from time to time I looked behind my back through the rearview mirror.

Until my mouth was dry when I scolded, the hearse behind me still followed me closely, and even hit the bus again and again.