Accidentally provoked the whole world

Chapter 124 Meeting a Beautiful Novelist
If it were a big man who cut his feet, or a fat woman, John might refuse to board.

But now the person asking for a ride is a blonde beauty like a princess of the kingdom, of course John will not refuse, after all, everyone has a heart for beauty.

"OK, please get in the car." John opened the co-pilot's door.

"Thank you."

The blonde beauty thanked her, took the laptop and a small bag from her car, and sat down.

The fragrance was fragrant and the perfume smelled very good. John sniffed secretly.

After she sat down and fastened her seat belt, John started the classic car.

The green trees on both sides began to retreat quickly.

"Sir, may I know your name?" The blonde beauty took the initiative to chat with John.

John: "Of course, my name is John Wilkey. Also, I think you look familiar, ma'am..."

Of course, John didn't mean to flirt with her by saying this, but he really felt that she looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere not long ago.

"Really?" The blond beauty covered her mouth and chuckled, "Could it be that you are my book fan, sir? My name is Anne Scott, and my pseudonym is Anne."

John suddenly realized that this blonde beauty was the beautiful novelist who was arranged by Lao Bao to go to a big restaurant for dinner, and when he passed by the square, he saw a new book signing.

John: "I heard your new book sold 1000 million copies, which is amazing."

Anne: "Thank you. But I've finished that book, and I'm going to write a killer novel next."

John: "Killer novel?"

"Yes!" Annie clenched her fists, "I want to change the subject and challenge myself again...

As you can see, I want to collect material on the way to travel, you know, want to find a real killer, live with it, it's like a fantasy, but I still want to insist, I believe I can find the killer, I want to know The life of a killer. "

"..."

John was speechless. Sure enough, the foreigner is the kind of person who won't die unless he dies. It's fine if she can't find the real killer. To kill her.

Don't talk about writing killer novels, it is estimated that the eunuch will have to be eunuch before the beginning of the new book is opened.

It is estimated that the completion of this book will have to wait until after reincarnation.

John: "Annie, aren't you afraid that the killer will kill you?"

Annie blinked, "No way? From my understanding, killers have a purpose, and I don't bother him. I just want to understand him. Why did he kill me?"

John shook his head, "You don't understand."

The identity of the killer itself must be kept absolutely secret, so it is impossible for you, an irrelevant person, to pry into your privacy. If you do so, you may end up disappearing from the world, and even the body will not be found.

The bodies were disposed of by the hotel's "scavenger".

Killers and ordinary people are completely different worlds.

"I don't understand? Then you understand very well?" Annie looked at John and felt that his words were a little strange.

I don't understand it very well, but I understand it very well... The old killer of more than 30 years understands...

but……

Personal privacy John would not tell her that it was no good knowing too much.

Annie still wanted to ask, she always felt that this old man was very mysterious, and there was an indescribable feeling sitting next to him.

But John changed the subject.

John: "It seems that your news is correct..."

There has been a long queue ahead.

Big cars and small cars are stuck in front, and you can't see the end at a glance.

John swears that this is the first time he has seen this kind of scene when he traveled to Lao Mei's side.

John got out of the car, went to the front, took a look, knocked on the window of a truck, and asked, "Hey, man, what's going on up there?"

Truck driver: "A tanker truck carrying chemicals in front has overturned. The ground is covered with chemicals and it is impassable. Officials are cleaning up."

John: "Do you know how long it will take?"

Truck driver: "They say it will be a few hours, God help them to finish it before dinner, I don't want to starve to death on the road."

John shrugged, returned to his classic car, glanced at Anne, "Ma'am, we have something to wait for."

Lately, luck has always been too bad. Solving the three emergencies encountered a female corpse, and on the road, I encountered a traffic jam that was rare in a century, and the traffic jam lasted for several hours.

It seems that when I am fine, I really should buy a cross and go to church to pray and change my luck.

"Oh, damn it!"

Another car stopped behind John's classic car, and a man got out of it and saw the scene ahead and immediately cursed.

"This is bad, I have to rush to the city ahead for an interview..."

The man hopped his feet anxiously.

He came to John's classic car and asked, "Old man, do you know what's going on up ahead?"

John: "There was a car accident ahead. The ground is full of chemicals. It is said that it will take several hours to finish the treatment."

"How many more hours?" The man suddenly broke down and asked, "Then do you know where there is a way around? I'm really in a hurry."

John shook his head, "Sorry, I'm also a foreigner."

Except for the expressway, the surrounding areas are all wilderness, extremely remote, and no one will know who died in it for a year or so, so who would know where there is a short road.

If he knew, John wouldn't be queuing here.

"Ugh!"

The man sighed heavily, thought for a while, got back into the car, and turned the steering wheel to return the same way.

John knew that the guy must have found another way.

But John is the kind of person who likes stability by nature. He doesn't like to take the wrong direction unless absolutely necessary.

Just wait, everyone is waiting here anyway.

During this period, John got out of the car and peed twice. When he was bored, he chatted with Anne, a beautiful novelist who was in the car with him. While the relationship became closer, the two parties also became much closer, and they were not as reserved as they were at the beginning.

Although Annie was unwilling, she couldn't help but get out of the car and ran into the woods to solve the problem.

In front of Sanji, people are the same regardless of gender.

"John... that... do you have water here?" Annie asked a little embarrassed.

She was a little thirsty, and she didn't expect to be stuck on the road, and she had no experience in high-speed traffic jams during domestic holidays, so she was not prepared for anything.

John handed her half a bottle of mineral water, "Only this half bottle, if...you don't mind if I drink it."

How does this matter?When people encounter difficulties, the first consideration is to meet the needs of the body, and everything else is not so important.

Annie took a big sip. After drinking, she realized that she had taken a bit too much, and there was only a little bit left in the bottle.

"Sorry...I..." Annie blushed a little.

John: "It's okay, take it, I'm not thirsty yet."

……

After a while, Annie's stomach groaned again.

No way.

In the morning, she was busy with the new book signing event, so she didn't have time to eat anything.

Unlike John who ate and drank Winston severely, he could still hold on for a long time.

Annie: "John, can we find a shortcut? The man who asked us the way just now hasn't come back for so long, so he must have found a shortcut. Why don't we try it?"

(End of this chapter)