What kind of experience is it when there is suddenly an extra person in the car while driving at 80 miles, but the driver and passengers don't notice it at all?
This experience is like when you poop, an owl comes out and squawks at you in the toilet.
Absurd, subversive, and devastating.
The driver and Mr. Zhao were going crazy.
Facing the driver's gun, He Xie smiled even brighter.
He did not look at the driver, but at Mr. Zhao, whose face was pale.
"Brother, I think we can have a good talk." Mr. Zhao is indeed a big shot. Although his voice trembled with fear and his legs shook, he immediately freed his mind and responded appropriately.
He tried his best to make his attitude look friendly, and while quietly reaching out to grab the car door handle, he said sincerely to He Xie: "You must have something in life, I don't know what you want, brother, but I happen to have some ability, so I will definitely
If I can satisfy you as much as possible, money? Power? Women? Buddy, just ask!"
He Xie looked at him with appreciative eyes: "A big shot is a big shot, and everything he says is so philosophical. By the way, have you heard that song about philosophy?"
"——Huh?" Mr. Zhao couldn't react for a while.
Snap.
The driver quietly opened the safety bolt of the gun, and the sound was particularly clear in He Xie's ears.
He Xie turned around and looked at the driver.
The driver pointed the muzzle of his gun at He Xie and seemed to feel relieved.
"Hands up!" the driver ordered.
He Xie's smile slowly faded, and he also raised his "gun" and pointed it at the driver.
"I bet there are no bullets in your gun!" He said slowly with a serious expression.
The two looked at He Xie's "gun" with almost ghostly eyes.
The index finger and thumb are in a right angle position. This is a trick only children play.
Guns are a good thing, but can they be used to shoot meat?
When something like a joke is presented in the most fatal situation, it will often make people feel even more horrified.
"I'm so mad at you!" The driver lost his temper again.
He roared, trembled, and hesitated to shoot.
In a society governed by law, except for desperadoes, who would dare to kill easily?
He Xie smiled.
"Snapped."
A sound came from his mouth.
The driver was shaken all over and fell limply, lying on the back of the chair, making no sound.
His face was facing Mr. Zhao, his eyes were wide open, and bright red blood suddenly flowed out of his seven orifices.
"Ahhhhhh..." Mr. Zhao was so frightened that he peed his pants instantly.
He tried his best to turn the handle of the car and smashed the car glass, trying to get out of the car, but he couldn't do it.
Just when he was about to go crazy, he felt a hard object pressed against the back of his head.
"Don't move."
A faint voice came, very casual, as if asking you if you have eaten.
But Mr. Zhao suddenly froze, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head, and he instantly calmed down.
He turned around stiffly and looked at He Xie in horror, shaking violently.
He Xie held up the "gun" and pointed it at his head.
The gun is a "pistol," but it's not funny at all.
This is deadly stuff!
"If you have something to say! If you have something to say! Brother..." Young Master Zhao was tongue-tied, "I will give you whatever you want, really, I will give you anything!"
He Xie sighed: "When I think about me being killed by someone like you, I feel more and more that there is a sentence that makes a lot of sense."
"Brother, I was wrong..." Mr. Zhao almost cried.
"You should ask me which sentence it is." He Xie reminded him.
"Brother, which sentence is that?" Mr. Zhao asked in a tearful voice.
"Weakness is a kind of original sin." He Xie said seriously. He glanced at Mr. Zhao, "Do you think it makes sense?"
"It makes so much sense, brother!" Mr. Zhao smiled and gave a thumbs up, but his smile was uglier than crying. "Brother, every word you said is very philosophical, really..."
"Ah, speaking of philosophy..." He Xie's eyes suddenly lit up, "You haven't answered me just now, have you heard of that song about philosophy?"
"——Ah?" Mr. Zhao's eyes widened.
"Never heard of it?" He Xie frowned.
"Brother, blame me. It's because I am ignorant. Brother, I was wrong..." Mr. Zhao quickly apologized.
He Xie sighed indifferently and said: "Master Zhao, you will die if you can't catch me."
"It's not big brother..."
"Pah!" He Xie made an onomatopoeic sound with a smile.
Mr. Zhao froze, his face full of reluctance and fear, and he slowly fell over.
"It's so boring..." He Xie sighed again.
In fact, now, he no longer cares about any hatred and hatred, and he has no idea that he can't kill these people because of their ill-informed thoughts.
On the contrary, he went back in time and space to try to resolve cause and effect. What he is doing now is undoubtedly creating new cause and effect.
For He Xie, this little bit of cause and effect is already too much debt to bear. What's more, he's already here, so why not take revenge?
Being idle is also idle.
Just when He Xie was about to get off the car, Master Zhao's phone rang, and it showed that it was a person named Lao Qi calling.
He Xie counted with his fingers and answered the phone.
"Mr. Zhao, I'm almost at the scene. Can you check again over there to see if there is anything left behind? Let those who should leave leave quickly, and I will handle the rest!"
The person on the other end of the phone said so.
He Xie smiled and said to the receiver: "Lao Qi, have you ever heard a song about philosophy?"
"...What? Who are you!"
"Wrong answer, bam!"
He Xie hung up the phone, threw the phone on the seat, got out of the car, looked up at the sky with a smile.
It's cloudless and it's a really nice weather.
At the same time, Lao Qi, who was on the phone in a gray off-road vehicle, suddenly froze up and collapsed on the steering wheel.
Boom!
The car drove diagonally out of several lanes, hit the railing on the side of the road, and rolled over.
Chengdu, in a luxurious villa.
Li Chenggong looked at his wife with a serious face, gritted his teeth and asked: "Besides that He Xie, have you hired anyone to investigate me?"
Hu Lijing's expression was cold, but she sobbed and wiped her tears from time to time.
Snapped!
Suddenly, Li Chenggong slapped Hu Lijing hard on the face.
Before she could react, he strangled his wife's neck and roared at the top of his lungs: "Did you? Tell me! Tell me! Do you really want to kill everyone? Don't you?"
"Ahem..." Hu Lijing coughed violently and slapped Li Chenggong desperately.
"Say! Say it! Tell me clearly, is it true? Is it true?" Li Chenggong's face twisted and he gritted his teeth and roared.
"No, I don't!" Hu Lijing cried, "Li Chenggong, you bastard, you are not a human being!"