"What's wrong?"

The white iron door opened and closed, and a middle-aged man with a full head of storage came out, and before he got into the car, the uncle asked, first give him a dismount, so as not to bully himself.

Because it's outside the prison in W City now, although the ones coming out of the prison are not necessarily all vicious, but at least they are some masters who can't control their tempers. Although the uncle knew some of the customer's situation from the beginning, he still had to put on a bad look.

But the man looked gentle and magnificent, and his eyebrows and eyes did not frown at the uncle's provocative tone, this good temper did not seem to be a big deal.

Although he wants to give it, he still has to talk about the politeness that should be said, after all, he is also one of his guests, too slack, people are not satisfied, maybe there will be a follow-up, that is not good.

Uncle habitually handed over a cigarette and signaled to make a friend.

He pursed his lips and said as if he were normal.

"Killing"

He took the cigarette and replied at the same time, the uncle's hand handed the cigarette shook, the cigarette fell to the ground, and for a while, the eyes of the two people in the car were like torches, staring at the cigarette on the ground.

The uncle hesitated whether he should pick it up or hand it over to someone again.

The other party didn't hesitate, bent down to pick up the cigarette, and lit it on his own.

The other party's answer really surprised the uncle, but after so many strange things in front of him, the uncle felt that the murderer was so real, because he killed "people", and there were no things like gods and ghosts.

Of course, this is not necessarily a bad thing, the security at that time was not very good, a movie led to the rapid development of a group that can be called an industry, that is, "Crazy Boy", of course, in the mainland, it is a gangster, although he doesn't do anything about robbing homes and houses, but every day it gets dark. The streets of every city are always littered with a bunch of teenagers who have nothing to do.

With such a fierce and vicious lord sitting in the car, at least he can reassure himself, after all, there are still many urban areas to pass along the way, and he has to stop to eat and refuel.

Although there is some jealousy in my heart, but the thing still has to be done, Uncle is one of the few people in the town who has a private car, although the private car in that era is not much expensive, but no one has the spare money to buy a car that is not usually used.

So the uncle took such a job, the remuneration is quite a lot, 100, to send the guests from W city to S city, at that time there were not many highways, so most of the time they took the usual highway, this time, it took two days and one night.

When the car door opened, the uncle turned outward, deliberately separated from the adjacent seat, he thought that the two were just a simple relationship between the driver and the customer, or not to get too close to a murderer.

Middle-aged man, let's call him Lao K here!

Lao K got into the car and hurriedly fastened his seat belt! Uncle thought to himself, the murderer's sense of security is quite strong! What a joke.

The car drove very slowly, because the uncle didn't know much about the road, so he stopped and stopped along the way, asking for directions everywhere.

Originally, I wanted to ask the old K next seat, but since he got in the car, he fell asleep, maybe the life in prison was too stressful, and the uncle felt that he was no different from ordinary people when he was asleep.

The car was going smoothly, and the uncle still had the mentality that he could reach the destination so smoothly all the way, but his phone rang suddenly, and the ringtone was the song "Borrow from the sky for another five hundred years" At a moment, Han Lei's loud voice resounded throughout the car.

Uncle was a little panicked, because there was a murderer sitting next to him, and if this phone call woke him up, maybe he would do something with his strange temper!

The uncle picked up quickly, and the temper that had just come up was also suppressed, so he only dared to ask in a whisper.

"Hello? Who is it? I'm driving! ”

"Boss, when are you coming back? It's time to pay this month's salary. "The driver on the other end of the phone is the driver at the passenger station, and he always remembers the salary every month more accurately than when he departs.

"I'll come back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and I find that you can't remember when you are on duty every time, but you remember the day of your salary clearly. Wait! ”

The other end of the phone laughed twice, and the uncle hung up the phone angrily.

Even if the bell didn't echo in the car for long, Lao K still woke up, and as soon as the uncle turned his head, he saw his already somewhat scary inch head, coupled with his world-weary eyes, the uncle was a little cramped for a while under his gaze, and he couldn't wait for another person in the back seat to divert the topic.

No one spoke, the uncle's hands holding the steering wheel were shaking, and the car limped in the uncle's hands as if he was trembling because of the old K.

Until the old K spoke.

"Still don't have your lights? It's dark."

The uncle shuddered, only then did he notice that the sun had completely sunk, and he turned on the car lights tremblingly, completely losing the previous indifferent thoughts.

"That phone call woke you up! Sorry! You keep sleeping! "In the past, Uncle was always accosted by changing the law, but today, he doesn't want to say a word, and the more he says, the more wrong he is.

Old K shook his head, not blaming the uncle, "It's okay!" Enough sleep in prison anyway! ”

"I just don't like the lyrics!" Old K said.

"I really want to live another 500 years," the old man endured and didn't sing.

Uncle didn't dare to talk, but Lao K chatted endlessly, making people think that he had been in prison for a long time.

"Do you think this life is short?" Old K asked him, and even his eyes were in a state of solution.

I rely on murderers to know how to discuss philosophical issues, no wonder every genius is a madman, Uncle thought so in his heart, he wanted not to answer, but it was not like words.

"I think so! In this life, it is enough to have fun in time! I don't care how long I live" As soon as he finished saying this, the uncle suddenly remembered that Lao K had been in prison for thirty years, and there were not many years to live in the future, and he had no heirs under his knees, so he might only live for one or two decades.

Thinking of this, the uncle quickly corrected his words, "I didn't mean that!" "He almost followed Lao K's thoughts, and he has been in prison for at least decades, so he may feel that his time is wasted!" The longer you live, the more you suffer! ”

"Yes!" A word from the old k's suddenness.

Uncle suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, "I didn't say it!" It's you! After a few seconds, he explained, "It's not you, it's ....." Uncle was confused for a moment.

"Actually, you're right!" Lao K's tone was not like being angry, but like finding a bosom friend, "The longer you live, the heavier your sins." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Uncle gradually relaxed, and the hand holding the steering wheel was finally a little natural, at least Lao K was still a philosophical murderer, and he would never provoke for no reason.

"How long do you think people have in this life?" Lao K consciously took out a cigarette from the seat box and lit it.

"Life is only a few decades! It's all about karma. The uncle's mood was completely relaxed, and his answer became casual.

"Too much, it's a waste, it's a misery that can't be escaped!" Old K said solemnly!

"How?" Uncle began to ask rhetorically.

Old K bit the cigarette butt to death and took a sharp puff, as if he had sucked all the unhappiness clean.

"Do you know when I entered the palace?"

Uncle shook his head in confusion.

Lao K opened the window and threw away the cigarette butt, the wind narrowed his eyes, and his movements were so ordinary that the uncle felt that he should not be a vicious murderer.

It's like seeing a long-lost friend at a gas station, and you still have the ordinary feeling of stepping on the gas pedal and whistling away, you won't take him with you, because you have seen a lot, and it is ordinary to the end.

"Three kills!"

The uncle was agitated, the hand holding the steering wheel was unstable, and the car deviated from the trajectory and hit the guardrail.