"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 topic of serial killers: "But you have to remember to dig a pit six feet deep, otherwise the fox Will dig up my grave."
Seeing the man concentrating on driving, he remained indifferent.
"What should I do?" The woman was acting out the limited serial killer plot: "What should I do so that you can't escape the guilt?"
The man still didn't answer. The woman subconsciously held the red jack that was deliberately placed on the center armrest when she hitchhiked: "Of course, I just want to grab the jack and hit you on the head."
"Such a jack is quite lethal. Don't you think so?" The woman said this, but it was actually a deliberate warning. From the moment she got on this shabby car, she never let go.
"I'm not a forensic doctor." The character in the play didn't care at all.
"It can do a lot of damage, don't forget that," the woman continued to warn, then whispered, "I hope Sonny can fix it."
"Would it be too much to ask you to drive me back again?" After driving for a while, the woman couldn't help but say, "What if this Sonny is really as fast at repairing things as you said?"
"I think it's better to let Sonny take you back to your car," the actor replies.
"As I told you before, I don't like getting into a stranger's car." The woman reminded her seriously.
"Sonny and I are both strangers to you." The character in the play expressed coldly.
"Okay, (I admit) I got along pretty well with you just now." Seeing that the destination was just beside the road, the woman finally spoke her mind.
"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 minding his own business.
"Sonny."
"Hello, Jack." The blacksmith is indeed an acquaintance of the character in the play. This gave the woman some peace of mind.
"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..." Blacksmith Sonny said in a deadpan tone.
After the woman got off the car, the blacksmith Sonny stopped his work and prioritized the problem of the jack. Wu Chen had been quietly analyzing the plot in the minds of the people in the play.
"(You made a) big mistake." While the blacksmith Sonny was repairing the jack, the woman looked at the man in the play and said with a hint of provocation: "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 it was a big mistake for you to let Sonny see us together just now..."
It seemed that the gossiping woman interfered with the work at hand, and the blacksmith Sonny also complained in a rough voice: "You know (Jack), to be honest, I have more important things to do in my life than doing this here. tattered."
"You. You said he was very powerful." The woman turned to complain to the actor. It means that blacksmith Sonny is not good at his craftsmanship.
"That's right." The man in the play looked at the woman expressionlessly: "I think Sonny is just too irritated by your endless chatter."
The woman finally had the sense to shut up.
"I have to leave now, I still have an appointment." The character in the play was about to leave first.
"We have a date, what are you doing?" the woman started again.
"That's none of your fucking business, right?" The character showed his emotions for the first time, and Wu Chen keenly captured it.
"You can't just leave me here," the woman pleaded.
"Actually, yes. That's what I thought," the character begins to counter: "There's bound to be another serial killer passing by to take you to Sonny's repair shop. Unless he plans to kill you first."
"Even if I beg you to send me back, okay?" The woman continued to plead in a low voice: "For the last time, I really beg you."
Faced with the woman's repeated pleas, the character in the play still relented.
So after retrieving the jack, the actor in the play started the van and drove the woman and her jack back to the scene of the incident.
"I want to take back what I said before." The woman started to find something to say again: "You don't look like a serial killer."
Just as the man in the play was about to speak, he was viciously interrupted by the woman: "No, no, no. You don't have the temperament to do that kind of thing. You are just a coward who dare not kill anyone."
When he heard this sentence, the person in the play suddenly stepped on the brakes.
Their eyes met, and the woman finally showed her timidity: "Oh my God, you are a dangerous man!"
At the moment when the actor 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 and waited for death slowly opened her eyes. I saw the red jack hanging on my forehead being slowly taken back by the man: "You want me to hit your head hard with the jack, right?"
"No, I..." The woman was really scared.
"To be honest, I've heard and seen countless murders. So to put a jack in the face of an intolerable woman was to add to the countless murders stored in my mind. A glorious story about Jack. Is this the ending you want, madam?" The people in the play really thought that Wu Chen's dominant consciousness was his own voice.
"Look at you." The character in the play finally reversed the decline between the two: "She was well-dressed and elegant. However, on an unknown morning, she was stuck in a mud pit that she couldn't climb out of. When she met a fool who didn't understand the charm, and his rag-tag truck. No one can ever refuse to lend a helping hand to a decent and elegant lady like you, but this is not all bad luck. The most unbearable thing is that this person looks like a serial killer. I'm a fool, but I rejected you twice, forcing you to put down your noble posture and beg like a pug wagging its tail. Am I right, madam?"
"..." The woman cried with fear and grievance. It kept spinning in my eyes.
The person in the play released the brakes and got back on the road: "Want to know the reason?"
"Why?" The woman wiped away her tears heavily.
"Because you are old, ma'am." The character in the play said contemptuously: "Perhaps you were once brilliant and attracted everyone's attention. Countless sanctimonious and successful people devoted everything to fall under your pomegranate skirt. But no longer Look at you now. Thick foundation still can't cover the wrinkles on your face, and brand-name body-shaping clothes can't restrain your bloated body. There are also gravity-defying prostheses implanted when you were young. Now they are like two A shriveled Five Guys burger with 30% off, 50% off, 30% off, and 10% off tags will rot until no one cares about it. Beach bikinis, banquet evening gowns, and even simple V-necks are becoming increasingly popular with you. The line drifted away. Because the two 'good guys' were forcibly wrapped and fixed in place by the designer body-shaping clothes, but their wrinkled chests were exposed to the men's eyes like forehead wrinkles."
"You are old." The man in the play said coldly glanced at the silk scarf on the woman's chest: "This is why you wrapped yourself tightly. Madam, I don't care about your aging prosthesis. Interested. Because you smell like cheap plastic from the inside out. It makes me as sick as your husband."
Just as a man can't stand a woman calling him a "wimp". Women also can't stand being called "old witch" by men.
The actor in the play, who became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, suddenly unzipped his pants and said, "Look, my dejected brother doesn't want to look at you."
"Ouch——" the woman went crazy.
