In the streets by the lake, a not-so-fast chase broke out.

Since the time is now 1969, their car is not a high-horsepower "muscle car" that has just risen in this era, and the speed of both cars is not very fast.

But this speed just gives the other party a chance to shoot with his hands free.

"Smack!"

Another gunshot, Jason subconsciously shrunk his neck, but saw that Zhang Luo, who was driving next to him, did not react, and his head didn't even move, and he couldn't help asking, "Aren't you afraid?" ”

- In the real world, this red-haired woman with an immortal body can even face a heavy machine gun head-on, but when she loses her strength, she immediately becomes much weaker.

"Ha, that guy can't hit me when he's standing still, it's weird if he can hit me while driving." Zhang Luo said with a smile.

Before the words fell, another gunshot rang out behind him, and a bullet hole suddenly appeared on the window pane in front of Zhang Luo's eyes, as well as a spiderweb-shaped crack.

Sensing the heat on his shoulder, Zhang Luo looked down and saw that the seat next to his shoulder had been opened, and the bullet from behind grazed his plaid shirt, leaving a bloody mark on his shoulder, and then pierced the front window of the convertible.

", THAT'S A SECOND FLAG......" he sighed.

"We're going to be killed." Jason's face was gloomy.

Pulled into this strange world, this red-haired murderer didn't bring his own machete. In her opinion, the two without weapons can't even defend themselves in the face of gun-wielding murderers!

However, Zhang Luo obviously doesn't think so:

“OK。 I'll deal with him. ”

As he spoke, he pulled down the handbrake while slamming the steering wheel. In Jason's exclamation, a rough U-turn was completed. From speeding in front of the killer's car, to facing that guy head-on!

"What are you going to do?" Jason frowned.

Zhang Luo didn't answer her question, but accelerated again and rushed head-on towards the blue sedan driven by the murderer!

"You madness—" Jason couldn't finish his sentence before he was choked back by the strong wind that poured into his mouth.

However, Zhang Luo didn't have time to care about the panicked passengers around him, but continued to speed up and launched a "suicidal charge" towards the blue car that was not slowing down.

Despite the crazy death, this unreliable driver still has a "kind smile" on his face:

"Let's see who's laughing the most—"

The word "after" has not yet been spoken. I experienced the feeling of truly "drinking the northwest wind". Zhang Luo closed his mouth and stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the light from the other party's headlights left a large white shadow on his retina, completely blurring his vision-

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and the darkness with the smell of gasoline quickly spread. Even if Zhang Luo immediately stepped on the brakes, the Cadillac convertible still slid forward for more than ten meters before finally stopping.

"Ha, I knew that it must be Lao Tzu who had the last laugh."

He opened the door and stepped out of the car. Staring at the blue sedan that crashed into a roadside telephone pole and folded into a V-shape, he couldn't help but smile smugly.

"Damn, you were too reckless just now, if he hadn't turned around at the last minute. Aren't they all doomed? Jason opened the door and stepped out of the car, his legs still trembling slightly.

"I know he's going to be cowardly, because he's afraid of death." Zhang Luo smiled.

Hear the words. Jason gave him a blank look, and there was suspicion in his voice: "If you're afraid of death." How else would he kill so many people? As long as you get caught, you'll definitely have to sit in the electric chair! ”

"That guy does like to kill, but it's still very likely that he's afraid of death." Zhang Luo stood in place. Looking at the twisted scrap metal on the telephone pole in front of him, he was wary of whether the car would catch fire and explode, and continued to explain slowly: "Because, judging from the content of the letter sent by the zodiac killer to the police, he is obviously an extremely narcissistic person......

In order to be able to more accurately describe the living conditions of the mentally ill. Zhang Luo also went to a psychiatric hospital to collect materials, where he met all kinds of strange people, including patients who were narcissistic to the point of unbelievability.

For extremely narcissistic guys, it is normal to be afraid of death, but the reason for their fear of death is not cowardice, but the belief that once a great genius like themselves dies, it will be a great loss for humanity, and may even lead to the destruction of the world.

In order to live longer, as long as the nurse was not there, that guy would bite his finger and draw a "summoning circle" on the wall with blood, trying to use "magic" to prolong his life......

"And, there are other possibilities." After making sure that there was no fire next to the car, Zhang Luo walked over quickly and tried to open the door that had long been deformed on the driver's seat.

"What possibility?" Jason asked.

"This guy probably isn't the 'zodiac killer.'"

Standing in front of the car door, the smell of blood mixed with gasoline came to his face, Zhang Luo laboriously pulled the car door and threw it aside, only to see the tall man sitting inside, nailed to the seat by sharp metal fragments, soaked in blood all over his body, gasping for breath, obviously unable to live.

“……”

Seeing that the other party was no longer able to speak, Zhang Luo reached out and grabbed the black hood on the man's head and pulled it hard, revealing the same dark bald head.

And when he saw the man's complexion, he immediately realized that his second judgment had come true:

"He's really not a murderer."

-- The famous killer of the zodiac was not infallible when he committed the crime, and there were witnesses who clearly saw his face, although there are several different theories about the identity of the real murderer, but the information that can be determined at present is that the murderer must be white.

In this way, this black man cannot be a real zodiac killer!

"Uh......"

The black man opened his red eyes, stared at the two people standing in front of him, and cursed with difficulty: "Idiot......"

"Is there anything you'd like to say?" Zhang Luo asked.

"I almost ...... Success ......" the black man died before he could finish his words.

Hearing this, Zhang Luo frowned slightly, suddenly realized, and then couldn't help but scold:

"Damn, fooled!"

"Huh?" Jason cast a questioning gaze.

"This person is not the Zodiac Killer, the person in the car we saved just now is!" Zhang Luo lowered his voice: "This black man should have the same purpose as us, which is to kill the real Zodiac Killer!" ”

- After thinking about it for a while, he immediately realized that because he didn't have time to think about the situation at that time, he only saw a big man who was going to shoot the people in the car, and did not look closely at the two cars.

Now it seems that the sedan driven by this black man, although it is also the kind of flat and large, is still subtly different from the car that drove to the Cadillac and stopped next to it before, in terms of color and tire size.

And the sedan that suddenly accelerated and ran away while interfering with the movements of the black man with the gun was the real vehicle driven by the "Zodiac Killer"!

Thinking of this, Zhang Luo immediately drove Jason back to the "murder scene" just now, observed the vague tire marks left in the direction of the car's escape, and compared them with the tire marks he had tracked before, and it was indeed completely consistent.

In other words, it was not an innocent passer-by who was saved by himself just now, but the zodiac killer himself!

"FU-CK......" Zhang Luo scolded.

Because the car had been on the road for some time, the dirt on the tires had long since been worn away, and there were no longer traces of the tires on the road ahead. It is completely impossible to track each other directly by car.

"What now?" Jason shook his head in frustration.

They didn't see the killer's face, nor did they write down the model and license plate of the car, making it much more difficult to track down the mysterious serial killer. But......

"Maybe we can start from a different angle." Zhang Luo said in a low voice.

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I'm going to sweep the grave today, and I may not be able to do two more, so I'll try my best. (To be continued.) )