[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

Alice's only thought at the moment was how to escape from the car. She thought she tried the doorknob calmly, silently calculating in her heart how much damage would be caused if she jumped off at the current speed, and how to reduce the damage to a minimum. Minimal successfully escaped.

"Don't bother, it's locked."

The driver finally spoke, his eyes were cold and crazy, like a lunatic destroying the world.

Alice, who was suddenly poked at the center, seemed even more flustered.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Alice grabbed her bag and growled, but the other party ignored her and sped up the speed instead.

Passing through the abandoned building, the scenery outside gradually turned into an endless field, the street lights in the field were even more dim, and the rainy mud road was more difficult to drive than the usual road, with bumps from time to time, the whole car seemed to be going to be thrown out.

Alice couldn't take it anymore and screamed.

“Stop Parking!”

"let me down"

She frantically knocked on the car window, as if to smash the glass, but the car window obviously didn't move at all.

The car picked up speed, as if in a hurry.

Alice yelled and leaned over to grab the driver's steering wheel. How could the driver let her hand slap her hard, and soon an unnatural red mark appeared on her pale face. See the outline of the palm.

Alice was slapped in the face, and her blood was broken at that time, and she went to grab the steering wheel like crazy. The road was slippery and it was difficult to operate, and the car was swayed from side to side by the two of them for a while.

Soon the driver took out a gun from his pocket and put it on Alice's head.

"Be honest, or I'll kill you."

Alice stopped immediately, but couldn't hide the trembling of her body.

After finally living once, did you die without doing anything?

What was her wish in her previous life?

The driver saw that the little girl was frightened and honest, so he put down the gun with confidence.

Unexpectedly, Alice went to snatch his gun right away. Although the girl is thin and thin, she is quite strong. The driver held the steering wheel with one hand, but Alice grabbed it fiercely with the other.

Alice stepped on his accelerator with sharp eyes. The driver was in a hurry, and he had no time to guess that he was still in the car, so both hands were free to grab the gun with Alice.

The car swayed from side to side for a while, which gave Alice's petite body an advantage, and made it difficult for the driver to succeed for a while. The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, almost like a thunderbolt. A thick tree was struck. It fell down in a few strokes.

The entire body hit the tree trunk, tilted and turned to one side, the airbag popped out unexpectedly, and the gun went off with a bang from the muzzle.

A shadow appeared in my mind for a moment, a fat four-piece suit, a cold expression, always calm, always very helpless in the face of her willfulness.

Suddenly, he realized that he was saying sorry to himself from the very beginning. The last time we met, he was still arguing. He always accommodated her regardless of right or wrong, while she always lived in her own world, thinking that the whole world was hurting her, doubting Everyone, ignoring his protection and hating his hiding, but who has no secrets?

Obviously I always keep a distance from others, but I always blame others.

There is always a business relationship between people. If there is no business, no one should give anything or help anyone. Every step of a person's life from birth to death should be separated from the counter. It's a business relationship, but she damn cares about whether he cares about her or not. From the very beginning, it doesn't matter if it's drugged or cheated. It's all about death.

Both of them were dizzy from the blows. Alice gritted her teeth and turned the gun with no regard for her life, a sternness flashed in her eyes.

The rain is still falling, the beautiful fields, and the gunfire rang out again.

The author has something to say: Do you like tragedy or comedy?