I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

On Lin Qingqian's side, the first person to get the news was Xie Wenting, who had been following Xiangjiang's movements—especially Xie Wenting.

"What did you say?" He listened to the phone in his hand in shock, "four cars?"

He hung up the phone, paced anxiously, and dialed Lin Qingqian's cell phone.

Can't get through.

"Damn," he cursed heavily, "What kind of broken signal is that place where Lin Qingqian is!"

He turned around and pushed the door out, bumping into Xie Wengu who was about to enter.

"Hey, hey, where are you going in a hurry? It's almost night!" Xie Wengu was shivering from the cold wind on the mountain, wrapped in the thin padded jacket that Xie Wenting forcibly stuffed for him, shivering and moving his limbs.

"Pack up, let's drive to Lin Qingqian's overnight!" Xie Wenting hurried to Xie Zeqing's house, pulling his coat while running, "I'll go and talk to Mom."

The woman was kind-hearted, and was sitting at the table copying Buddhist scriptures. When she saw Xie Wenting rushing in, she frowned displeasedly, "What's going on?"

Xie Wenting panted, "Mom, I have to go."

"Why, just stay for one day this time?" Xie Zeqing stood up, with a bit of smoke on his face, and asked in a daze.

"Lin Qingqian is the child of Lin Zhiyin's family. You have seen him before. His life may be in danger." Xie Wenting hurried out again, shouting at the top of his voice, "I don't know what's going on now. past!"

Xie Zeqing froze in place.

"Children of the Voice."

She muttered to herself, her eyes filled with eagerness and moisture.

The old abbot—also the second master of the Xie family came in cursing, "What's the matter with Wenting? What's the point of making such a noise in a clean place?"

A tear fell, and the Buddhist scriptures on the paper were smudged into a cloud of ink dots.

Xie Zeqing wiped his face indiscriminately, grabbed the Buddhist scriptures, put on the rosary and walked towards the Buddhist hall.

"It's late at night, what are you doing?"

"Meditate."

On the other side, Xie Wenting had already dragged Xie Wengu, who had quickly tidied up his things, into the car, closed his eyes and put on a blindfold, "You drive in the middle of the night and I drive in the second, so you can only take the national highway. Pay attention to Lin Lin every 15 minutes." Qing Qian makes a phone call."

"Understood!" Xie Wengu nodded, smoking a cigarette to wake himself up, "Where is the person who came here now?"

"I don't know." Xie Wengu felt that Xie Wenting's eyes should be open, "Qingyue is the board of directors this morning, if Song Chaodu moves fast, he should be nearby by now."

Of course, there is another possibility.

Lin Qingqian had already been killed.Xie Wengu subconsciously stepped on the accelerator and accelerated.

-------------------------------------

At four o'clock in the morning, the night owl Lin Qingqian stretched in front of the computer, picked up the fully charged mobile phone from the bedside of the hotel, and turned it on.

"More than 200 missed calls?" She looked at Xie Wengu's number, a little at a loss, "What's wrong?"

She happened to come to the county town to buy some things, but she didn't bring a mobile phone charging cable, and the battery ran out soon. She thought that she didn't receive a call for a week, so she just ignored it, and waited until the hotel to charge it, so there was no problem. boot.

She called back, and it was Xie Wenting who was driving.

"Thank God, Lin Qingqian, you're still alive!" Xie Wenting said pleasantly, and by the way pushed Xie Wengu who was sleeping beside him to wake up.

"Lin Qingqian, listen," Xie Wenting ignored Lin Qingqian's bewildered reaction, "No matter where you are now, run quickly! Run to the place where there is an airport and return to S market! Shanghai stock market is also fine!"

Lin Qingqian finally interrupted, "What's the matter?"

"Someone is going to kill you! Four cars!" Xie Wengu woke up and leaned his head to the side and yelled.

"Lin Qingqian! Run! Don't let them find you!" Panting Xie Wenting, "Pay attention to out-of-town license plates, and follow the trailing cars! We'll be there soon! Be safe!"

"Okay, I see." Even though Lin Qingqian didn't know the reason, she still chose to trust them unconditionally. "I'm driving out of here now."

"Don't drive! Your car is too conspicuous!" Xie Wenting hastily stopped him.

Lin Qingqian packed some things casually—mainly bought for the dolls, and replied to Xie Wenting vaguely while holding a piece of bread in her mouth, "Don't worry, the car I drive this time is very simple."

The domestic god car, the light of Wuling.

"By the way, have you called the police?"

As long as it is dragged until the police arrive, all chess games will be broken without attacking.

"..." Xie Wenting was silent for a while, "Lin Qingqian, be prepared to be alone."

Lin Zhiyin wasn't the only one who could briefly control the operator.

Lin Qingqian sighed, "Understood."

She got into the driver's seat and drove away from the hotel quickly.

Turning the corner and onto the national highway, four black Japanese cars passed her by.

"I seem to have seen them," Lin Qingqian suppressed the fear in his heart, and quickly reported to Xie Wenting, and clicked on the shared location on the mobile phone, "Where have you been?"

Seeing the two cars getting closer, Xie Wenting breathed a sigh of relief.

"They're coming." Lin Qingqian's voice was hoarse, coming from the phone, "Follow me."

"Hurry up!" Xie Wenting stepped on the gas pedal to the end.

"This broken car," Lin Qingqian punched the steering wheel, and the village chief's old broken car whimpered, but still couldn't pick up the speed.She looked at the roaring black car from the rearview mirror, and sighed, "I'll hang up the phone first and drive seriously, life and death are at stake."

Xie Wenting's eyes turned red when he heard the beeping busy tone coming from his mobile phone.He pursed his lips and said nothing.

After being silent for a while, he looked at Xie Wengu, "Where is Qingyue?"

"The plane has landed, and the helicopter is rushing here."

"Have you called anyone in the village?"

"Yes, the village chief took it."

Xie Wenting tapped the steering wheel quickly with his fingers, and after a while, he said hoarsely, "There is still a chance."

Lin Qingqian was driving the car, looked at the rearview mirror, narrowed her eyes slightly, and sneered in her heart.

I guess it's really dead this time.

Ten dead and no life.

Even if she is extremely clever and the first to calculate, she can't think of any way out.

The leading black car, overtake, don't get in front of her, slow down.

Lin Qingqian turned the steering wheel, only to find that the other two black cars were slowly paralleling her. The three cars were running parallel on the narrow national road, with the endless wheat fields beside them.A black car in front of him speeds up, and a black car behind him surrounds him.The four cars are like making dumplings, firmly blocking Wuling Light in the middle.

The mocking smile on Lin Qingqian's face grew wider, and she casually complained to No. [-] who had already appeared in the co-pilot, "I forgot to ask Wen Ting who wanted to kill me, I was smart for a lifetime, and I'm going to be an idiot in the end. "

No. [-] was silent for a while, "There is still a way out."

"In my calculations, the probability of your survival is 0.1%."

"What's the difference between that and nothing?"

Number Two sat up straight, gritted his teeth, "Don't think about dying every day, I have to die if you die!"

"Get up! You are Lin Qingqian!" No. [-] yelled loudly, whimpering, "I haven't eaten anything good, how can I die here!"

How can you die here.

Lin Qingqian clenched her teeth, her temples bulged and her eyes were red.

Xie Wenting looked at the five cars approaching at high speed, his pupils dilated.

The opportunity was fleeting, and he looked at the eager little fool beside him.

"Gu, are you afraid?" He heard himself ask softly.

"Afraid of the ball! A go up!" Xie Wengu looked ferocious.

"Okay, hurry up, hold your head later." Xie Wenting stomped on the gas pedal expressionlessly.

bang——

The Japanese car was light and made an arc in the air.

The car on Lin Qingqian's right was knocked over, and the two cars overturned in the paddy field, knocking down a green field and splashing high water.

Xie Wenting, who was dizzy from the airbag, climbed out of the car, his custom-made trousers were soaked in water, and he was extremely embarrassed.Turning his head, seeing Xie Wengu crawling out with difficulty, he felt relieved.

He took two steps, looked at the black Japanese car that was almost smashed into pieces, coughed twice, and opened the door.

Xie Wenfei sat in the car and showed a ferocious smile at the two of them.

Snapped!

Xie Wenting was expressionless and punched him in the face.

"You're not strong enough, I'll hit you." Xie Wengu came up, rolled up his sleeves, and punched him on the other side of the face.

"Why are you here?" Xie Wenting took a few breaths, pressed his dizzy head, and stopped Xie Wengu's movements, "Shouldn't you be in prison?"

Xie Wenfei spat bloody saliva and smiled horribly, "Someone fished me out and asked me to kill people."

His face was full of ferocious pleasure, "Lin Qingqian, she deserves to die!"

Xie Wenting raised the corner of his lips politely, and looked at Xie Wengu who was eager to try.

"Come on, just don't beat me to death."

He silently walked to the other side, with trembling hands, took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one and stuffed it into his mouth forcefully, and lit the fire, which failed to ignite for a long time.

He turned his head, looked into the distance, and muttered to himself, "I tried my best."

"Lin Qingqian, come on!"

-------------------------------------

"Lin Qingqian! Come on!" No. 1 yelled, "According to my calculations, your chance of surviving has increased to [-]%!"

Lin Qingqian had a calm expression and said nothing.

Xie Wenting knocked the car into the air, causing a gap in the original encirclement. She broke away from the encirclement of the three cars. With some beautiful moves, the encirclement has not yet formed again.

"There is a fork in the road ahead." Number Two looked at the navigation in the car, "Take the main road to the city, there is an airport; the fork, the fork is..."

"The ancestral temple in the village." Lin Qing glanced and said softly.

"Which way?" Number Two looked at her.

"Of course it's the main road. What's the operation to take it to the village?" She complained, and moved deftly, once again blocking a black car that wanted to overtake.

"No! Lin Qingqian is wrong! Look over there!" No. [-] exclaimed.

Lin Qingqian's eyes drifted over, and he was taken aback.

That sturdy, dull kid who can run very well.

"Why is he here?"

Wearing the new shoes that Lin Qingqian just bought for him, the child started to run vigorously, gesturing continuously to ask Lin Qingqian to lower the car window.

Lin Qingqian rolled down the car window, and a smell mixed with grass and cow dung poured into the car.

The child started running much earlier, but he could no longer keep up with the car.He pointed to his ear and yelled something at Lin Qingqian!

Lin Qingqian didn't hear anything as the wind blew in.

"What did you hear?" Lin Qingqian looked at number two.

Already vaguely see the fork in the road.Choose now.

"I heard it," No. [-]'s eyes were red, "Listen carefully!"

Amidst the howling wind, came the sound of singing.

"Hey, children of Dashan, run forward, don't look back..."

The sound was penetrating, passed through the wind, and faintly entered Lin Qingqian's ears.

"It's better to completely forget about science." Lin Qingqian's eyes slowly turned red, and he raised his head.

The flag flying above the ancestral temple is not the flag of the village, but the team flag left by Song Qingyue and their social practice.

Lin Qingqian suddenly understood what was going on.

100 meters, fork in the road.

She turned the steering wheel abruptly and turned into a side road.

The three cars behind them didn't prepare in advance, and they drove too far one by one, and hurriedly backed up and turned around the corner.

The distance was opened again.

Lin Qingqian turned on the old village chief's Wuling light, and seemed to see the old village chief's bald head in the rice field beside him.

It seems that there is also a huge fat aunt.

And many, many people.

-------------------------------------

Three o'clock in the morning

The village head is old and urinates a lot at night. When he got up at night, he heard the phone ringing in Lin's board room not far away.

He ignored it—mainly because he didn't dare to move.

When I came back from the toilet, the phone was still ringing.

"Afraid there is something urgent?"

He hesitated for a while, walked over and picked up the phone.

"Hello, who is it?"

Xie Wengu let out a heavy breath, "Finally someone answered the phone, are you from the village?"

The village chief subconsciously straightened his back, "I am the village chief."

"Village head? That's great!" Xie Wengu was overjoyed, "Is Lin Qingqian here?"

"Boss Lin has gone to the county seat." The village head replied honestly, "Who are you?"

"I'm Lin Qingqian's friend," Xie Wengu pressed the center of his brows painfully, "Lin Qingqian can't get through on the phone, can you tell her?"

"What's wrong with Boss Lin?" The village head heard the anxious eyebrows in Xie Wengu's words, and asked hastily.

Xie Wengu looked at the sleeping Xie Wenting who was frowning tightly, and made the best independent decision in his life.

"Someone wants to kill Lin Qingqian! What can you do!" The village chief's pupils dilated, and he gritted his teeth when Xie Wengu eagerly explained the reasons to him.

"There is a way! Let Mr. Lin drive to the village!"

The village chief who hung up the phone hurriedly went to the next door to wake up the old principal.

The old headmaster, who was sleepy and about to lose his temper, hurriedly put on his clothes when he heard what the village chief said, and found out from the cabinet the suona gong that was only used for weddings, funerals and ancestor worship.

One goes up and the other goes down.

Everyone in the village woke up.

Old and young, male and female.

The village head stood in front of Lin's board house and said loudly what happened.There was darkness in front of him, just like the members of the Lin family who were surrounded by groups that night.

Only this time, more than a hundred people!

"The big boss is kind, he would rather spend more money and give us free choice! Now, the big boss is in trouble! What should we do!"

Wang Nier's fat lips trembled, and she let out a sharp howl, "Damn it!"

The crowd was ignited by this sound, shouted angrily, and raised their torches.

Lin's employees stood silently holding sticks, watching the firelight reflected in the villagers' dark pupils.

"Everyone go home! Copy guys!"

The crowd dispersed, and Lin's silent young people merged into the crowd.

The fat aunt came home, panting heavily.

Her taciturn child walked up to her, "I want to go too."

"Go to the ball!" The fat aunt's chest was like a blower, panting heavily, "Stay at home honestly!"

"I'm going!"

The same taciturn man entered the door and slapped the boy on the head, "Listen to your mother."

He squatted down, looking at his child from such an angle for the first time.

"This time, it might be someone who will die." The iron-clad man's eyes were red, "If anything happens, you will be the pillar of the family."

"Like a man!"

The fat aunt exhaled heavily, and said softly in a gentle tone she had never experienced before, "Take care of your grandpa."

The man took his treasured penis off the wall and walked out the door.

"Yo, Lao Wang, isn't that gun your treasure?"

"No bullets."

Neighbors who saw him greeted him.

The man said in a deep voice, "No bullets, it's good to scare people."

"Besides, such a good piece of iron can be used as a stick."

"Aren't you afraid to break your baby?"

The man's dark face turned red, and he spit out a word for a long time.

"If you fold it, you will fold it!"

The villagers dispersed, and soon gathered together again.

Someone held a dung fork, someone held a sickle, someone unloaded the plow from the cowshed, and even the homeless man at the entrance of the village wobbled with his broken wooden stick, smashed the broken bowl, and squeezed a sharp piece of wood. Shard stood in the crowd.

The village chief looked at these many people with relief, and was just about to give the order to set off when he was stopped by the old principal.

"Village chief, look, there are so many of us, we need to talk about the art of war, we have to fight ambushes!" The old headmaster, as the highest high school graduate in the village, leaned next to the village chief and said something in a low voice.

The village head looked at him in surprise, "That's your lifeline!"

"There are four cars!" The old principal was in a hurry, "The dead are not as important as the living!"

"That's according to your arrangement!" The village chief made a decisive decision.

"Li Sanquan! And those dolls who got in! That's right! You can run, come with me, there are more important tasks!"

-------------------------------------

Lin Qingqian noticed something, and the car roared by.

The fork in the road is narrower and can only accommodate the next car in parallel.

She looks in the rearview mirror.

Many, many people rushed out like ants, holding simple wooden roadblocks in their hands and placing them on the ground.People stood behind the barricades, densely packed into three or four rows.

She looked at everyone's hands trembling, but no one backed away.

Heat welled up in his eyes.

The last car braked the fastest and is now the fastest.

300 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters.

It seems that there is no intention of braking.

The crowd stirred.

Still no one retreated.

Finally, there was the sharp sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and the black car stopped in front of the roadblock.

The fat aunt was shaking her lips, and the fat on her calves was shaking.

"Give me his car!" Lin Qingqian heard a sharp howl.

No. 10 fell silent at some point, and said softly, "[-]%."

Seeing this posture, the next two cars turned their steering wheels and drove into the field, bypassing the crowd and continuing to chase.

Number two read an article lightly, with a devout expression.

[The chess ancestors turned to Hun Chao, their eyes heavy.The chaotic black jacket and black trousers are like a black pawn.The patriarchs stretched out their hands to designate Chaos, and said solemnly: "Go! You are the material for the robbery!"

Chaos stood up majestically.In an instant, there was silence inside and outside the house, and the air condensed.Chaos is full of generosity and arrogance.Pushing the golden mountain, pouring the jade pillar, Hun Tuan knelt down on the ground.

"Come on, Hunchaoshe!"】[1]

"You, Lin Qingqian, can beat the sky, but you still lack a talent." No. [-] said softly.

Lin Qingqian already understood what she meant, and her hands were shaking.

"If you can trust me, get out." Number Two laughed as he said, "I should give myself a name, you see people can say "Hundred Chaos!" ", I can't say."

Lin Qingqian didn't say anything, just handed over control of her body.

The conversation from their third meeting was playing in her head.

"How can I kill you?"

"brain death."

Probably like a vegetable.

A collision enough to cause brain death, a car accident.

Number two drove the car, looked at a black car approaching in the rearview mirror, smiled and patted the steering wheel.

"Can I trust you? A domestically produced divine car."

The pursuers behind him were surprised to find that the man who had been fleeing in front of him showed his sharp minions for the first time.

Wuling Zhiguang slammed into it heavily, rubbing against his car, and sparks came out.

The ancestral temple is on the mountain, they have already driven up the mountain road, there is no fence, and if they fall, they will be smashed to pieces.

The comparison is who is more ruthless.

Two cars collided on the narrow mountain road.

No. [-] saw an opportunity and turned the steering wheel violently.

The car almost fell, but almost.

No. [-]'s head hit the inner wall of the car hard due to the reaction force, making him dizzy.

In the severe pain, some long-forgotten things slowly emerged from memory.

"Damn it," No. [-] swears, crying and laughing, "What's the use of thinking about it now?"

She slammed the steering wheel again and said loudly.

"Lin Qingqian! Your room! Computer! Hidden folder!"

A more violent collision than before, all the doors of Wuling Light were deformed, and at the same place, the forehead suffered another more violent collision.

Lin Qingqian's arm was cut by the broken steel plate, bleeding profusely, and she couldn't open her eyes due to the pain.

She subconsciously cursed, "Be careful, your body is our common property."

No one answered her any more.

She turned to look at the co-pilot.

Empty.

deep in consciousness.

Empty.

"Ha," she didn't know what mood she should be in, so she could only smile and added, "50%."

There is only one car behind.

The corners of her lips twitched, and she, who had always been prudent, was aroused to be gambling and bloody, so she stepped on the accelerator.

In a trance, she suddenly saw another person.

Li Sanquan waved at her from the ancestral temple.

A flash of inspiration suddenly popped out of her mind.

"No wonder I didn't see the principal."

The terrain of the ancestral temple is extremely interesting. It is built on a protruding boulder, which is crumbling but still standing.

Under the boulder is the mountain road.Pass under the boulder, and turn up a big bend, you will arrive at the ancestral temple.

Lin Qing smiled and said softly, "100%."

Just drive through this section of the road yourself.

She took out her phone, "At this time, there should be some BGM." She played a song randomly.

"This one." She sighed, "It's really interesting."

Step on the gas pedal.

The man's low voice sounded.

[The vast life gathers thousands of times, if you are not greedy for the new, you will hate the old

The boundless life has come to an end, rebirth and reunion

The figure passing by without words, the induction of past life and present life

Who has looked back at who and me, we have known each other from generation to generation]

She heard No. [-]'s words, and she seemed to know what No. [-] said before she left.

It's not past life, it's something else.

It was Lin Qingqian, who was as smart as a ghost.

[Never reincarnation, no reincarnation, the rest of this life will last forever

No longer wandering in samsara and impermanence, the next life is endless in this world

Never reincarnation, no reincarnation, even the gods are surprised

Looking for plums in the snow Wandering in impermanence, begging others to replace you in the next life]

Lin Qingqian narrowed her eyes slightly, humming softly.

She still owes a lot of people.

"Mr. Xiaolin, you really can't be hated."

This is the woman with the intoxicating dimples at the corners of her mouth.

"You just haven't eaten anything good, and you like such flashy things. Next time I have time, I will cook for you."

"A word is settled!"

Lin Qingqian looked at the empty side, half smiling and crying, "You didn't even give me a chance to fulfill my promise."

"You should have a name."

[No reincarnation, no reincarnation, no hope to repay the cause]

She turned the big bend under the boulder, and saw the old headmaster nervously rubbing his hands and counting.

She never thought about the gratitude from the villagers - she even used to be a little neglectful of those sincere hearts.

"Three, two, one." The old principal licked his lips, aimed at the black car passing under the boulder, and pressed the detonator hard.

The explosion of a small amount of gunpowder temporarily placed under the boulder was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the entire boulder to collapse.

Lin Qingqian braked and turned around.

There is dust all over the sky behind him, and in the raised dust, there seems to be a flag from the ancestral temple.

The old principal, good at firearms.

She touched the corners of her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

The man's voice became more and more tearful.

[Never, never, never, the result is parting tears

In diarrhea】[2]

The author has something to say: [1]: As I mentioned a few days ago, the novel "Heavenly Bureau" only has about [-] words, recommended by the wall crack, Baidu Encyclopedia has the original text.

[2]: Eason Chan "Farewell to Saha"

I think it is enough to stop the text here.

But there will be a postscript, to explain some last things, to fill in the last pit—why there is no label for this book #穿书#

Well, let's try to get back as round as possible, there is a small bug crying and begging for your hand.