"This is a complete fucking pervert!" The fat man yelled.
It seems that if this Chen Beidou were in front of him, he would have rushed up to "suck you" right now.
Of course, if he was alone, the fat man might not have the courage.
The fat man squeezed the recorder tightly and glanced at the driver in front of him. This driver was the victim in the recorder. No wonder he was wearing such a big hat. It turned out to be to cover the mangled back of his head.
He was afraid that his terrifying appearance would scare away the passengers, and he was afraid that the passengers might get on the perverted car.
It took the fat man a few seconds to calm down: "Brother Chu, don't you think the doctor has met this shit-eating Chen Beidou by now?"
The taxi was driving a little hastily.
The galloping wind brushed against the car, making a strange sound. The car was speeding in the direction of Yanshou Mountain. Fatty had seen it and found that Yanshou Mountain should be the first of the seven positions in the Beidou.
"There is a high probability that we have met." Chu Changge looked out the window.
"What's the high probability?" The fat man swallowed worriedly.
Chu Changge looked away: "Based on Gu Mian's luck, there is an 80% probability that he has already gotten into that car."
Hearing this, the fat man comforted himself: "Then there is still 20%..."
But before the fat man could finish consoling himself, Chu Changge said, "The remaining 20% possibility is that the car is on its way to pick up Gu Mian."
The fat man was dumbfounded: "No! This driver is a complete pervert. He doesn't need an excuse to kill others. As long as he can't stand other people's efforts, as long as other people's opinions are different from his, he will kill!"
"Then if the doctor goes up there... wouldn't it be..." The fat man was anxious and anxious.
"Don't worry, 90% of the driver's murder location is Yanshou Mountain. If Gu Mian gets in the car, he will be taken there in the end. As long as we wait there, it will be fine."
"I'm quite afraid that the doctor will be killed on the way." The fat man tugged at his hair anxiously: "Although the doctor's usual fighting spirit makes me think that he is not a doctor, but everything is possible, and the driver is not a ghost, and He also said that no one can hurt him..."
"And you also know the doctor's temper. It is absolutely impossible for him to look at the driver and obey him, so there is no situation where the driver likes him and then doesn't plan to take action."
"Perhaps the doctor started to yell at people when he got in the car. You have seen how he usually yells at my brother Chu. It's okay to yell at me, but the driver will kill someone if he disobeys him even a little bit."
"If the doctor beat him to pieces... wouldn't it be..."
Thinking of this, the fat man shivered with fear: "That driver killed so many people, no one can beat him. He must be very powerful, maybe even doctors can't beat him..."
Speaking of which, the fat man turned pale and looked up at the driver: "Master, please drive faster."
You have to hurry up and rescue the doctor who got into the perverted taxi.
At this time, Gu Mian was standing in a phone booth.
He had just hung up the phone. He had pressed the button to call for a car many times, but in the end it was only confirmed that there was only one car to pick him up.
The last driver's head was broken, so Gu Mian tied his head slightly around his neck with a bandage, and then got out of the car on the grounds that it was "not suitable for a sick car."
He also held two maps in his hand, one for himself and another for "Wind Chasing Boy".
At this time, the boy who chased the wind had gone somewhere, and Gu Mian estimated that his condition might not be too good.
It was still dark, and the dim street lights on both sides couldn't illuminate very far.
Gu Mian pinched the two pieces of paper in her hand and looked up at the dark night.
This posture of looking up at the stars at a 45-degree angle didn't last long before Gu Mian heard the sound of the engine.
He lowered his head and looked towards the road, only to see a taxi approaching slowly not far away.
This taxi is different from the previous ones. It looks like it has been around for a while.
The night was dark, but Gu Mian could still see the driver in the driver's seat clearly with the help of the light.
"Hello, is this the car you called?" The driver stopped the car steadily and stuck his head out. His voice sounded normal, just like the voice on the phone just now, there was nothing wrong.
Gu Mian walked out of the phone booth: "It's me."
The driver looked very kind-faced. He was about thirty years old. He was neither white nor black. He was a little thin and had a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which were particularly noticeable when he smiled.
"Get in the car." The driver smiled.
Gu Mian tightened her guitar bag, then opened the back seat door and got into the car.
"Where are you going?" The wind outside the car was still very loud, and the driver's voice was a bit high.
Gu Mian took off her guitar bag and put it on the seat next to her: "Rong'an Community."
"Rong'an Community," the driver said with a smile, "It's not close to here. It takes twenty minutes to get there."
Gu Mian said, "Yes, and I haven't brought any money yet."
After these words were spoken, both of them were silent for a while.
The driver in front still kept a smile: "It doesn't matter. I'll give you a free ride this time. In fact, I've given free rides to many people before."
Gu Mian nodded: "Then I won't be polite."
Gu Mian fell silent immediately, but the driver seemed to be naturally talkative and always liked to ask others questions.
"Looking at your appearance, you are a doctor, right?" the driver said with a smile.
"Yes." Gu Mian touched the guitar bag next to her: "He is a doctor who loves music."
The driver continued: "Since you have other hobbies, why do you want to be a doctor? Do you like saving people?"
"Yes," Gu Mian replied, "It's great to save people. I have saved many people recently."
The wind outside the window is still strong.
Gu Mian seemed to hear a small, sharp laugh from the driver in front of her, but it was like the sound of wind outside the window and passed in a flash.
"Then what do you think about rescuing people?" The driver then asked, "Would you try your best to save anyone no matter who they are?"
