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"It's coming soon..."

The trembling sound came along the radio waves and echoed in the Ferrari's cabin.

The voice was sticky and incomprehensible, like a madman who had been possessed by a ghost, chanting a spell neurotically in an attempt to achieve self-hypnosis.

There was still no sound in the sports car.

Ye Kong looked at the darkness before his eyes, and gradually felt as if he was isolated from the entire world and normal time and space along with the closing car door.

The ghost sports car carrying Wen Can is chasing time, chasing the unresolved hatred and death.

And in front of him, at the end of the road, there was no dawn, only an explosion.

But he didn't know that there was another person hiding in his trunk.

Just like she had suddenly appeared in his upside-down world many years ago, this time she also suddenly, unannounced and unreasonably broke into the last time he had prepared just for himself.

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Fifteenth minute.

Ye Kong couldn't stand it any longer.

She thought she should choose an appropriate time to pop up and say hello to him.

Otherwise, if Wen Can had bumped into her and died together with Wen Rong before she even appeared, wouldn't she have died unjustly? At least she should have said "I'm here" to let Wen Can know that she was with him, right?

As Ye Kong thought about this, he had already started pondering his own lines for his appearance.

"Hi, morning? What would you like for breakfast?"

It's too vulgar. This kind of pretentious and relaxed style is not her style.

"Do you know how narrow your car is? My legs are numb."

This is like acting like a spoiled child, so corny, no.

"Thank you for liking my books. I didn't throw them away. I moved them all to the dog house. You can move them out yourself later..."

WTF……

Before she could come to a conclusion, her body made the decision for her.

——Gurgle gurgle…Gurgle gurgle…

Wen Rong's neurotic mumbling could be heard on the radio.

Apart from this, the carriage was completely silent, enough to make the "gurgle" sound as harsh and loud as a loudspeaker.

Ye Kong suddenly covered his stomach while singing:……………………

Before she had time to feel ashamed, she was struck by a cold shadow.

"come out."

She finally heard Wen Can's voice.

It was hoarse, low, and too cold to be a sound that a human could produce.

It was as if a chill would rise from his lungs as soon as he opened his mouth, or as if his entire body was carved out of a glacier.

Ye Kong shivered, raised his head slowly, and slowly sat up in that small space.

As soon as her eyes popped out from the back of the seat, she saw a black muzzle of a gun pointing at her forehead.

Ye Kong: …………

The man in the driver's seat then turned around and took his other hand off the steering wheel.

Ye Kong raised his hands in shock and immediately said, "Don't take your hands off the steering wheel! Drive safely!"

Wen Can: ………………

The night was dark, with only the dim street lights.

But even so, no matter how dim the light was, Wen Can couldn't possibly mistake this face or this person for even half a second.

His pupils instantly shrank to the extreme in the shadows, the gun in his hand dropped instantly, and the other hand even trembled slightly.

The huge shock made him unable to utter a word for a while.

And Ye Kong just looked at him silently in the darkness.

In the silence, only a cheerful female voice suddenly rang out.

"It is detected that your hands have left the steering wheel. Teacher Chi will now start the automatic driving for you."

It is the voice of artificial intelligence.

Ye Kong's eyes moved.

The next moment Wen Can was finally able to speak.

"How...how did you get here?"

The voice was extremely low and deep, as if it was suppressing some emotion that was constantly swelling.

He stared at Ye Kong intently, his whole body stiff and motionless as if acupuncture points had been pressed on it, or perhaps he was exerting too much force.

Ye Kong was about to speak, but he interrupted him quickly: "No, this is not important. No matter how you came here or what you want to do... I will find a suitable section of the road to drop you off. Someone is waiting for you nearby, right? Is it Qu Wu? You also teamed up with You Fan, right? Except for him, no one knows where I am. Ask them to take you away immediately - it won't take too long, at most ten minutes, at most fifteen minutes..."

His mumblings temporarily overlapped with Wen Rong's voice on the radio, creating an eerie sense of similarity in the dark night before dawn.

Wen Can heard it and realized it the next moment.

He closed his mouth instantly, his face twitched slightly in the shadow, and he subconsciously turned his head to avoid looking at Ye Kong.

Although the movement was extremely slight, it shattered into Ye Kong's heart without warning like a piece of ice.

She felt her heart spasm for a second.

Then the body and mouth began to move spontaneously.

She climbed over the back of the chair in the dark. "I'm not leaving. Why should I leave? I had a hard time getting into this car. Do you know how hard it is to move those books?"

slam-la-

Her clumsy crawling knocked over a large pile of the undead demon's works.

But she didn't stop and continued to crawl forward, trying to climb to the driver's seat.

Wen Can clenched his hands unconsciously.

He looked at Ye Kong as if he was looking at a monster that was constantly invading his territory and was about to devour him completely. He was filled with anxiety and wanted to push the person away or step back to keep a distance.

Amidst the increasingly unstable breathing, Ye Kong climbed onto the passenger seat with great difficulty, and finally let out a long breath: "I'm finally alive."

There was no smile on Wen Can's face.

Every cell in his body seemed to be exerting force, feeling uneasy, and moving towards extremes and hysteria.

He seemed to want to speak, to say countless words, but in the end, all the words were stuck in his throat and swallowed back into his stomach. Along with countless emotions that were also on the verge of reaching their limit and exploding like fireworks, they returned to the crumbling calm.

He closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he had completely cooled down.

"I will drop you off in fifteen minutes. You only have one minute to get off. You must get off."

"What if I don't get off?"

Wen Can gripped the steering wheel again. His fingers twitched when he heard Ye Kong continue, "Will you forcibly drag me out of the car before leaving?"

"..." His face was extremely and strangely tense, and so was his voice, "I don't have that time, so you have to get off the car by yourself, within a minute."

"What if I don't go down?"

"Then I'll kill you first!"

He finally let out a roar, and raised the gun again, aiming it at Ye Kong's forehead. But his voice suddenly became lighter, as vague as white mist. "It's better than dying in a car accident or an explosion."

The sports car sped through the night.

The street lights flickered on and off, again and again illuminating the slightly trembling hand holding the gun.

Ye Kong stared at the muzzle of the gun, lowered his head, and put his forehead against it: "Then shoot."

Wen Can: ………………

The shudder is transmitted through the barrel.

The next second, Wen Can suddenly withdrew his hand, and the gun was thrown to the ground with a snap.

Wen Can's grip on the steering wheel was more like hitting it. He growled anxiously, "Do you know what you are doing? Do you know what is going to happen next?"

"Wen Rong thought he was going down the mountain, but in fact, I had changed all the road signs along the way. He was taking a detour into the mountain, and I had diverged from him. Half an hour later, we would meet on a straight road - on that road, I would hit him without hesitation, whether it flew over the railing and fell off the cliff, or hit the road directly and exploded - I would never stop, do you understand?"

After saying all this, he seemed to have really calmed down, and his tone sank deeply: "You can't stop me, Ye Kong, you should know that I had planned to kill him with my own hands a long time ago. The time I changed my mind was just because I turned into a wrong fork in the road. As long as I am alive, I will always return to this road - Ye Kong, do you remember? I told you that this is my life, this is my decision, if I don't do this, I can't live, if I don't do this, I will live in torment for the rest of my life, you know."

He spoke softly, his tone was serious and gentle, just like the night that enveloped the noisy sports car.

"So, don't sit on my passenger seat, don't bury me in this terrible life, don't continue to accompany me. Being able to look at you one last time is something I dare not even dream of these days. I am very grateful to you, but this is the end, okay?"

"I'll give you one minute. Get off the bus, have someone pick you up, go back to your coffee shop, take a bath, and have a good sleep. Don't dream about anything. When you wake up, it's a new day. Okay?"

He spoke from the bottom of his heart, as if his soul had already prostrated on the ground, almost begging, "I beg you, Ye Kong, I beg you."