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Chapter 221 1.220 If You Are Really a Serial Killer

"But if you are really a serial killer, I think the easiest way is to bury my body behind those trees." The woman continued the serial killer's topic: "But you have to remember to dig a six-foot-deep hole, otherwise the fox will kill you." will dig my grave."

Seeing the man concentrate on driving, he remained indifferent.

"What should I do?" The woman interpreted the limited serial killer plot on her own: "What can I do to prevent you from escaping the crime?"

See the man still does not answer.The woman subconsciously grabbed the red jack that was deliberately placed on the center armrest when she was hitchhiking: "Of course, I just need to grab the jack and hit you on the head."

"This kind of jack is quite lethal. Don't you think?" The woman said this, but it was a deliberate warning.Ever since she got on this broken car, she has never let go of her mind.

"I'm not a forensic doctor." The people in the play don't care at all.

"It can do a lot of damage, don't forget that," the woman continued to warn, then whispered, "Hope Sonny can fix it."

"Is it too much to ask you to drive me back?" After driving for a while, the woman couldn't help but said, "If this Sonny repairs things as fast as you said."

"I think it's better to let Sonny take you back to your car," the character replied.

"As I told you before, I don't like getting into strangers' cars." The woman reminded solemnly.

"I, like Sonny, are strangers to you." The characters in the play expressed indifferently.

"Well, (I admit) I got along well with you just now." Seeing that the destination was on the side of the road, the woman finally spoke out.

"I'm going to talk to Sonny, and I'll be right back." The character in the play didn't answer, and got out of the car on his own.

"Sonny."

"Hello, Jack." The blacksmith is indeed an acquaintance of the characters in the play.This reassures the woman a little.

"How are you doing?" When meeting a friend, the character in the play finally showed a smile.

"I was just working on Miller's tractor..." Sonny the blacksmith had a deadpan dialogue.

After the woman got off the car, Sonny the blacksmith interrupted his work and prioritized the problem of the jack. Wu Chen has been quietly analyzing the plot in the minds of the characters in the play.

"(You made a) big mistake." While the blacksmith Sonny was repairing the jack, the woman stared at the characters in the play, and said provocatively, "The reason why serial killers can run freely in our country is that there is no relationship between them and their victims." No connection. So you just made a big mistake by letting Sonny see us together..."

It seems that the work in hand was disturbed by the broken-mouthed woman, and the blacksmith Sonny also complained in a rough voice: "You know (Jack), to be honest, there are more important things to do in my life than doing this here. tattered."

"You. It was you who said he was very powerful." The woman turned to complain to the actor.It means that Sonny the blacksmith is not good at his craft.

"That's right." The man in the play stared at the woman expressionlessly: "I think Sonny is just too annoyed by your chatter."

The woman finally shut up wisely.

"Now I have to go, I still have an appointment." The characters in the play were about to withdraw first.

"I have an appointment, what are you doing?" The woman started again.

"Then it's none of your fucking business, right?" It was the first time the characters in the play showed their emotions, which Wu Chen keenly caught.

"You can't just leave me here," the woman begged.

"Actually, yes. That's what I thought." The character countered: "There must be another serial killer passing by and driving you to Sonny's repair shop. Unless he's going to kill you first."

"Even if I beg you to send me back, okay?" The woman continued to plead in a low voice: "It's the last time, I really beg you."

Faced with the woman's repeated entreaties, the characters in the play softened their hearts.

So when the jack was retrieved, the person in the play started the van again, carried the woman and her jack, and returned to the scene of the incident.

"I want to take back what I said before." The woman started to talk out of words again: "You don't look like a serial killer."

The character in the play was about to speak, but was interrupted viciously by the woman: "No, no, no. You don't have the temperament to do that kind of thing. You're just a worthless wretch who dares not kill anyone."

When hearing this sentence, the character in the play slams on the brakes.

The four eyes met, and the woman finally showed timidity: "My God, you are a dangerous man!"

The moment the character in the play picked up the red jack on the center armrest and smashed the woman's head, Wu Chen took over the plot.

The woman who closed her eyes waiting to die opened her eyes slowly.I saw the red jack hanging on the forehead, being slowly retracted by the man: "You think I hit your head hard with the jack, don't you?"

"No, I..." The woman was really scared.

"Honestly, I've heard and seen countless murders. So hitting an unbearable woman in the face with a jack adds to the countless murders stored in my mind. A glorious story of a jack. Is this the ending you want, ma'am?" The people in the play really think that the consciousness dominated by Wu Chen is his own inner voice.

"Look at you." The person in the play finally reversed the decline between the two: "The clothes are bright and the temperament is high. However, on an unknown morning, they are trapped in a mud pit that cannot be climbed out. When they meet a fool who doesn't understand the style, And his wretched van. No one can ever refuse a helping hand to a decent and elegant lady like you, but it's not all bad luck. The most unbearable thing for you is that this looks like a serial killer I'm an idiot, but I rejected you twice, so that you had to put down your noble figure and beg like a begging pug. Am I right, ma'am?"

"..." The woman burst into tears of fear and aggrievedness.Has been spinning in the eye socket.

The person in the play let go of the brakes and started on the road again: "Want to know the reason?"

"Why?" The woman wiped away tears heavily.

"Because you're old, ma'am." The character in the play said contemptuously: "Perhaps you were once so radiant and highly regarded by everyone. Countless pious and successful people gave everything just to kneel under your pomegranate skirt. Look at you now. The thick foundation still can’t cover the wrinkles on the face, and the famous brand shapewear can’t restrain the bloated body. There are also prostheses implanted in youth that can defy gravity, and now they are like two The shriveled Five Guys burger with 7% off, 5% off, 3% off, and 1% off tags stuck in until it rots. Beach bikinis, banquet evening dresses, even simple V-necks are all with you. The walk is getting farther and farther away. Because those two 'good guys' who were forcibly wrapped and fixed in place by the brand-name shapewear left their wrinkled chest exposed in front of the man's eyes like forehead lines."

"You are old." The man in the play glanced coldly at the silk scarf on the woman's chest: "That's why you wrapped yourself up tightly. Ma'am, I don't care about your aging prosthesis." Interest. Because you smell like cheap plastic inside and out. It makes me sick as much as your husband."

Just as a man can't stand a woman calling him "a wimp."Women can't stand being called "old witches" by men either.

The person in the play who talked more and more vigorously suddenly made an insulting gesture that was more symbolic than real: "Look, I don't want to look at you."

With a sound of "Oh--", the woman went crazy.

(End of this chapter)