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Chapter 148 Tonight Will Never Come Again

The fat man got out of the car excitedly.

The dense rain pelted his scalp with great force, like hail.

But he didn't care at all. As soon as he got out of the car, he hurriedly turned his head forward, towards the direction from which the car lights were coming from.

The night was very dark, and it was difficult to see anything from a distance. Moreover, this place was near a barren mountain, and the streetlights were scattered far apart, almost blocked by the big trees along the roadside.

Adding to the problem, the torrential rain created a curtain of rain, making it impossible for the fat man to see the situation clearly.

He only saw a car parked in front of him, and the door seemed to be open.

Because it was too far away to see clearly, the fat man ran towards the other side in a hurry.

The water on the ground was ankle-deep and very cold to the touch; my shoes were soaked.

At this moment, Chu Changge also got out of the car. He glanced at the direction where the car lights were flashing and followed the fat man in that direction.

The fat man ran anxiously in that direction. Perhaps because he couldn't see clearly ahead, his ears were unusually sensitive. All the sounds in the world seemed to be amplified. The noisy rain sounded very loud, and even the sound of splashing in the water was exceptionally loud.

Just as the fat man ran halfway and could almost see the car clearly, his sensitive ears first heard some strange noises.

There was a sound like something being dragged across the ground in the distance, along with the sound of splashing water.

The fat man listened carefully again, and this time he could hear people talking.

It wasn't exactly a voice; the sound seemed to come from just a few syllables coming from the throat.

"Ah-"

"Ah-"

The fat man was terrified; the sound was truly frightening.

It's like someone who has filled a whole bottle with water but choked halfway through, unable to cough, and just desperately vomiting the water out of their throat.

At this moment, Chu Changge also caught up: "That voice..."

The fat man swallowed hard: "It can't be the doctor's, can it?"

That sounds pretty bad.

Thinking of this, the fat man quickened his pace and jogged forward.

He hadn't run more than a few steps when he saw a figure walking out of the pouring rain.

It was too far away to see the person's face clearly; all I could make out was that the person had arms and legs.
The person wasn't walking towards them; instead, a figure emerged from behind the car and slowly walked towards the car that was stopped halfway in front of them.

He seemed not to see the fat man and Chu Changge over there, and he walked very slowly, as if he were dragging something.

Immediately, the fat man could see clearly what he was dragging behind him.

One of the man's hands was behind his back, tightly clutching the collar of a garment. Looking further back, a person, resembling a dead pig, was being dragged behind by the collar, occasionally thrashing about and making meaningless noises.

"Holy crap!" the fat man exclaimed in shock. "The killer has made his move?"

He jogged forward as he spoke.

The person in front dragged the person, who looked like a dead pig, to the side of the car, then took out the car keys and opened the trunk.

Then, with effortless grace, he pulled the person who was still struggling on the ground up and stuffed him into the cramped trunk.

He performed the movements with effortless grace, as if he had done this countless times before. The fat man was extremely anxious and almost shouted "Spare his life!" halfway through.

But he immediately realized something was wrong.

He could only see the "murderer's" outfit when he got close.

That flowing white coat, with that touch of bright green on the chest, who else could it be but Gu Mian?

"doctor!"

Gu Mian heard the fat man's wailing and lamenting from a great distance. The sound was even more penetrating than the previous thunderclaps, making his ears hurt.

Gu Mian looked at the fat man rushing over with some curiosity, and then looked back and saw Chu Changge walking unhurriedly.

He stroked his chin: "What are you all doing here?"

The tone was as if asking "What did you have for lunch today?", not at all like someone who had just been stuffed into the trunk.

"Never mind that for now," the fat man came running up, panting. "Doctor, the car you're in..."

Gu Mian replied, "It seems to be the car of a psychopathic killer."

"That...that psychopathic killer..." the fat man said, sounding a little guilty.

Gu Mian patted the trunk as if it were a matter of course: "It's in here."

At this moment, several struggling sounds came from the trunk, along with a few meaningless syllables.

The fat man's hair stood on end. He was already shivering from the cold in the downpour, and after hearing Gu Mian's words, he shivered even more.

"So what I just saw... that guy, like a psychopath, expertly stuffing a dead pig into the trunk..."

"Of course it's me," Gu Mian said matter-of-factly. "Otherwise, do you want me to play the role of a dead pig?"

The fat man hesitated for a moment, glanced at the seemingly small trunk, and then decisively shook his head.

The downpour continued, but the fat man remained oblivious: "Doctor, you knew all along that the driver was a pervert, didn't you?"

"It seems I did know all along." Gu Mian seemed to be recalling something.

Then the fat man gave a look as if he'd seen a ghost: "Putting everything else aside, this perverted driver is incredibly strong in combat, how did you..."

"Hmm..." The fat man hesitated for a moment, then said, "How did you manage to make him look like a dead pig... and then stuff him in there..."

Gu Mian was so happy she was afraid of opening the trunk.

"This guy thinks he's invincible. I even pulled out my chainsaw and he only staggered a few steps. When he saw me get out of the car, he wasn't scared at all and didn't show the slightest intention of running away."

"Then he picked up his axe...he had an axe, there it was."

As Gu Mian spoke, she pointed to the ground.

The fat man looked down and saw a long axe broken in two in the rain.

"As soon as he raised his hand, I grabbed him and sawed it off. I thought he could keep going, but when he realized something was wrong, he turned and ran."

"Who am I? Someone who has been running for his life for over twenty years. Of course he couldn't outrun me. Then I caught him and smashed him half to death on the head... with a chainsaw. Even though he was half dead, I really didn't hit him hard."

The fat man started muttering, "Why not just smash him to death...?"

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