From the moment Ziang held the steering wheel, his mouth never closed again.

Before starting the car, Ziang wanted to say a word, but at that time, Emilia sitting in the passenger seat happened to stretch out her slender index finger and clicked a few times on the car navigation screen, and Ziang's attention was all attracted by this finger, so that what he wanted to say only stayed on the word "uh" - this is also the reason why he opened his mouth, and then this mouth was open until now, more than an hour after driving the car.

Ziang felt that he was the most confused person in the whole car. He couldn't understand how the four of them—Amilia, Steven, Lanny, and himself—had managed to squeeze into the same minicar. He also didn't understand what Steven and Lanny were arguing about before getting in the car. He didn't understand why Emilia kept staring at a photo with the characters "Ω" printed on her phone screen. He only knows two things:

First, Emilia sat in the passenger cab without saying a word, and she wanted to sit closer to her anyway.

And secondly, the sentence he didn't finish at the time — "Well, I don't actually have a U.S. driver's license." ”

Steven and Lannie are still arguing about the cause and effect of a murder. From the mouths of these two people, Ziang heard that the incident happened this morning, and the place of the crime was in the small town called "Sema" where everyone was rushing, and Emilia located the navigation in a farmhouse, Ziang vaguely guessed what was about to happen - taking advantage of the night, dealing with a spirit in a lonely house located in the field, but because of bad luck, he was stopped by the police on the side of the road before he could reach the mission location, and he was taken to the police station for driving without a license......

Well, this plot is really good.

It's about a three-hour drive between Chicago and Semma. Along the way, Ziang was basically struggling with his own concentration. Emilia was right in her own peripheral vision, and in order not to appear unreasonable or make the atmosphere awkward, Ziang kept forcibly switching between the road, the barn, and the cornfield outside the window.

In the second hour, Emilia fell asleep quietly, while the two men in the back seat evolved from a simple verbal argument to slapping each other with their psychic abilities. This gave Ziang an opportunity. Under cover of scratching his cheeks, he repeatedly turned his head sideways and peeked at Emilia several times.

In the last hour, it began to rain in the air.

It's getting darker and there's less and less traffic on the road.

After Steven and Lannie lost their energy, the car fell completely silent.

It was a quiet that wasn't very pleasant, a quiet that made you want to break. Most crucially, with a faintly audible gasp, Emilia slowly opened her eyes.

Ziang naturally understands that taking the initiative to talk to such a cold girl will definitely make him look even more stupid than when he threw those few runes. So he coughed dryly and reached out to turn on the car radio.

The radio didn't come out the first time, but the next......

"Amilia! Are you kidding me! ”

Chloe's roar filled the entire carriage in an instant.

"There is a situation!" Steven, who had fallen into a coma, shouted, "Get cover!" He sprang up from his seat, slammed his head into the roof of the car, and was then fanned back into his seat by an orange glow from the seat next to him.

"How can you just go!" Chloe continued to roar over the radio, "What do you want the rest of the team to think!" If you have the ability, you will ......"

Emilia turned off the radio.

The car was quiet again.

"Just now, the homicide you were talking about just now," Ziang, who couldn't stand the embarrassing atmosphere, was the first to break the silence, "That murderer, why did you drive the car to the other side of the building?" Deliberately avoiding Emilia, he turned his head from the left side and glanced into the back seat.

"Look at how you've diverted your attention." Steven said in a sarcastic tone, "I don't know about the others, I just didn't understand your question anyway." Can you remove the accent and say it again? ”

"Ignore him." Lannie looked at Ziang, "What do you want to say?" ”

"I want to say," Steven continued, "that this accent of his is simply ......"

Syllable!

An orange light didn't stop Steven from finishing his sentence.

"That murderer," Ziang sat up straight, "he should have driven into a dead end first, let his wife get out of the car, and then go back to the parking lot." Why don't the two of them get out of the car together? ”

"It's strange where you're paying attention." Lannie responded.

"Besides, I think they have a good relationship." Ziang continued, "Although I don't know the customs of the central United States, judging from the location of the murderer's family, he should be a farmer with land to plant. Leaving the fields alone, but running to the university where his wife teaches to find another job, is he ......?"

"Why do you want to do so much?" Steven interrupted Ziang, "We don't care about murder and arson. And it won't be long before you realize that you don't really have to deal with spirits. ”

"I can still ......," Ziang squinted his eyes at the passenger cab, "I'll help a little." If you let me help. ”

For some reason, the locker directly in front of Emilia suddenly "slammed" open.

"When, of course, I, follow the arrangement." Ziang hurriedly added.

Lannie grabbed the backrest of the passenger seat and leaned forward. "Speaking of dealing with spirits," she put her head over Emilia's shoulder, "did Shirley come with you?" ”

Emilia shifted to the side and nodded uncomfortably.

"Where?" Lannie continued.

"The pocket on the back of the pants." Emilia replied softly.

"Can I say hello to it?" Without waiting for an answer, Lanny pushed Emilia's upper body forward, forcing her to bend over, and then reached into the back pocket of the other's pants, "Hey, it's been a long time since 'rubbing', Shirley." ”

This sudden scene obviously made Ziang unable to parry. His foot on the accelerator jerked uncontrollably, sending the car jerk forward a few meters.

Emilia probably wanted to sit up straight, but was afraid of overpowering Lanny's hand. Overwhelmed, she had to twist her head to the maximum extent to prevent anyone from seeing her face.

"Don't make it up." Lannie turned her head to look at Ziang, "Shirley is a token of Emilia, a floppy spirit that resembles a toy ball. She retracted her hand contentedly, "It will only appear where it can be touched, but not seen." As for that peculiar feel, I can only experience it myself......"

The car sprang forward even more violently, interrupting Lannie's words.