Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 144: So Familiar...
Jia Molei’s huge black Jeep flew through the desolate street like a streak of lightning, pressing He Juan’s entire body to the seat. Heart leaping to his throat, he turned around to check the situation and true to Jia Molei’s words, there was a Land Rover that maneuvered its way through the sparse amount of cars and firmly stuck to their tail. As the car got closer and closer, He Juan seemed to catch a glimpse of the person sitting behind the wheels.
Black attire, black mask and a black cap with its brim pulled low...
T–This was the default appearance of a serial killer, wasn’t it?!
"Jia Molei, who have you offended this time?!" He Juan raised his voice to rival the ear-piercing screech of tires.
Of course, the first hypothesis that popped up in his mind was that someone had hired a hitman to teach Jia Molei a lesson out of resentment. On the other hand, he, this honest and law-abiding citizen, had done nothing bad to warrant this stimulating chase in the middle of the night!
Jia Molei spat out a foul curse under his breath. "Why don’t you fucking check your eyes to the ophthalmologist?!" As he shot back an argument, his sharp eyes were scanning the road in front of him.
Further ahead was a fork road sign. To the left, they would enter the highway to another city whereas the right sign showed a path leading straight to the mountainous range—
Jia Molei decisively slammed the wheel to the right!
His hand shot out to switch the gear stick, causing the car engine to roar like an awakened beast. As it turned out, the other party was even more psychotic and nuts as they seized this forty degree turn to perform a dangerous maneuver and close the distance between them!
The back tires of the Land Rover skidded wildly against the asphalt, creating dazzling sparks of flame in the darkness. In a blink of an eye, the two cars lined up side by side. It was apparent that the Land Rover had been modified before otherwise it would have never won against Jia Molei’s grand Cherokee in terms of explosive power.
He Juan’s pupils shook and his grip on the handle bar tightened as he saw the Land Rover rapidly inching in on them. "Molei Molei Moleiiii—!"
Bang!
The Land Rover crashed onto the Jeep and forced it to the side of the highway guardrail, pressuring so hard that crimson fireworks seemed to burst from the point between two metal’s contact.
Jia Molei gritted his teeth and hardened his grip on the wheel to stabilize the car. In that critical moment, he still had the time to press down the window and give their attacker a middle finger, bellowing. "Fuck your mother! Pray that your car won’t crash or else I’m going to catch you and skin you alive!!"
Because the Land Rover was tightly pressed against He Juan’s side, Jia Molei’s loud voice seemed to pierce through his eardrums and sent his mind ringing. In response to this provocation, the Land Rover swiveled slightly to the side before it once again slammed into their Jeep!
"Fuck...!!" Jia Molei did not have the leisure to be distracted again. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands and stepped fully on the accelerator, splitting the thick fog of the mountainous road at an extremely high speed.
The further they went, the number of turns in front of them increased. Once in a while, when they encountered load-bearing trucks, Jia Molei would squeeze forward, trying to create some distance amidst the rising sounds of horns. Yet every single time, the attacker would always keep up with them, showing off their exemplary driving skills, as though he was a racer who did not fear death.
After a few minutes that seemed like a century, the Land Rover and the Jeep were still hot on each other’s trail, making little crashes here and there and leaving the couple of trucks far behind.
The car kept jostling left and right, giving He Juan the impression as if he was mounting a crazy bull who wanted to shake him off its back. However, this was a thousand times more dangerous than merely falling to the ground because there was only a steep cliff over the guardrail. If they were to crash right into it, then the car would certainly topple over!
He Juan’s knuckles were deadly white as he gripped onto the handle bar, his eyes tightly shut and brows furrowed deeply. The seatbelt dug into his body, almost choking the air out of his chest.
The heated smell of asphalt, the brilliant sparks of continuous collision, the harsh screech of rubber tires and the high-adrenaline chase... so familiar. Everything was so familiar just like... just like a scene straight out of his nightmare. Yes, this was what happened in the dream he had always had for the past seven years. The only difference this time was the man behind the wheel was not him, whereas the person who was supposed to sit beside him was—
Without any warning, a wave of nausea churned his gut. Throbbing pain stabbed into his skull as if someone was drilling into his brain with an electric screwdriver, stimulating his nerves with excruciating agony. In a flash, He Juan’s body broke out in cold sweat and all colors drained from his face.
"M–Molei..." it took all of He Juan’s strength to squeeze the words out of his constricting throat. "Molei, I don’t feel so well..."
He thought that he had expressed himself out loud, but in fact amidst the chaotic noises of harsh screeches and wild collision, his voice was smaller than a mosquito buzz. But Jia Molei caught it nonetheless. He cast a furtive glance at He Juan and sucked in a surprised air, his pupils shrinking in fright after seeing how terrible He Juan’s complexion was. Almost in an instant, he realized what this blood-tingling and soul-numbing chase was for.
—Fuck, they’re trying to force He Juan to recall his memory! Again!
"Damn it!" Jia Molei banged his fist on the steering wheel, but he was unable to take his eyes off the road for long. As such, he could only try to talk to He Juan with the most reassuring tone he could muster. "He Juan, Old Juan, look at me! Open your eyes and look at me! Fuck... just hold on! I will throw this son of a bitch off in a minute. Hey, He Juan—!!"
Alas, He Juan could no longer hear his voice. The ringing in his ears intensified and he felt as if he was sucked into a dark whirlpool that overwhelmed his five senses. He had no idea how long this period lasted. When he could finally make out the situation in front of him, he saw his own hands gripping onto the steering wheel in such a tight grip that his knuckles trembled. Crimson blood splattered over his skin and agonizing pain wrecked his entire body as if he was sitting in a grinder that crushed his flesh and shattered his bones to dust.
The metallic taste of blood welled up on his throat but he choked them back down. He could feel something wet sliding down his cheeks before slipping into his mouth, adding a tang of saltiness into his oral cavity.
It was... tears? Was he crying?
Amidst his hazy consciousness, He Juan heard his own voice laughing in such anguish and hollowness, as if he had already given up all hope. As if the light in his world had been extinguished until only darkness remained. "Yes... you’re right. Let’s die. Let us die together..."
