MTL - Dear Mr. Lu-Chapter 62
Shocked, shocked, panicked... all words are not enough to describe his feelings at that time.
He stayed there for a while, climbed from the driver's seat to the back seat, and rummaged up and down on the seat, but the car is so big, even if it is an extended version, there is only such a small space, how can it hide a big living person? And with such a little effort, where can people go?
Impossible to be in the car, impossible to get out of the car.
Just like that, disappeared out of thin air?
He stared blankly at the kitten, and the cat stared blankly at himself.
They were covered in blood, and looked at each other in a daze.
"Meow!" The cat suddenly patted his face with its paw.
He woke up with a start, his stagnant thoughts gradually turned, and then subconsciously found something to wipe the blood on the seat.
Can't let people know, can't let people know...
He wiped it twice, and simply went up to wipe the blood on himself, and then said to himself: "What else, what else?"
correct!
He suddenly picked up the gun from the driver's seat, opened the door, and strode toward the direction the car was coming from.
"Meow!" The cat jumped out of the car and ran to keep up.
He came to the place where he kicked the driver just now, there was a pool of blood on the ground, and there were traces of blood drops, extending all the way forward, he followed the blood all the way, and then saw the driver staggering forward on the river bank below.
He raised the gun expressionlessly, pulled the trigger, and with a bang, the figure in the distance fell to the ground.
The muffler on the pistol had fallen off during the fight just now, and the gunshot was extremely loud. Someone opened the window of a residential building not far away to look here. One of the women screamed, and someone called the police.
He glanced over there coldly, and the windows over there were quickly closed with a few bangs.
"Meow." The trousers were pulled, and he lowered his head to pick up the kitten that had run to his feet, and touched its blood-wet and sticky fur. The phone in his pocket vibrated, and he realized that He still had a cell phone, and in the panic and panic just now, he didn't even think of using it to call an ambulance or ask for help.
The phone's caller ID was his father's right-hand man. When he picked it up, the other party's panicked and angry voice came: "Ninth Young Master, come back quickly, something happened to your father!"
He froze for a while, his eyes suddenly turned sour, but there was no expression on his face, and his voice was cold and hard: "Okay, I'll go back right away."
He looked around blankly, lowered his head and said to the cat in his hand, "ribs, let's go."
He returned to the car, and the car was still empty, as if everything was just a dream.
For a long time later, he really thought that he was having a dream, and that the boy was completely fabricated by himself, because he began to find that he could not remember the boy's face clearly, and many details and conversations became blurred. The same is true when I ask people who have met young people around me. I only know of one person, but I can't remember the specific appearance.
The young man seemed very deliberately not to leave any traces of himself. He didn't take a single photo, and everything he wrote would be destroyed on the spot. He once secretly took the blood and hair left by the young man for testing, but it turned out that no DNA could be extracted.
And the things the boy touched did not leave any fingerprints.
Some things become more strange the more you investigate them, and some things become more incomprehensible the more you think about them.
The boy seemed to appear out of thin air, and then disappeared out of thin air. The only evidence left to prove that he had been here seems to be the cat he picked up and the piece of paper with his name written all over it that he secretly hid.
He couldn't and didn't dare to go to this person with great fanfare, he could only wait.
Waiting and waiting, the piece of paper turned yellow and was lost in an accident.
Wait, wait, the cat died too.
His heart waited from cold to hot, from hot to cold, and seemed to wait until the end of life.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that the person he was waiting for might have already come to him.
"Lu Chong, Lu Chong, wake up, don't sleep!" Listen, he is calling him.
Lu Chong tried his best to open his eyes, and vaguely saw a blood-stained face in front of him. He moved his lips, trying to say something, but his consciousness sank uncontrollably, like an abyss. Something was pulling him down.
"Lu Chong! Lu Chong! Lu Chong!—"
Luo Wencheng watched him close his eyes, his head fell on his shoulders, and tears burst out suddenly: "Don't do this, Lu Chong, don't do this, wake up!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand to support the collapsed roof. The entire car was deformed during the impact process and under the pressure of steel, and there was almost nothing left of the driver's seat and the passenger seat. A hint of extra space.
Luo Wencheng could vaguely see a glimpse of the sky through the large amount of staggered steel that was pressed on it, but no matter how hard he tried and how he shouted, it was still impossible to shake this space a little bit.
Desperation, helplessness, fear, his heart was filled with these emotions, and finally stopped panting.
He was half-pressed by Lu Chong, his legs were clamped by the seat and the car, and the only right hand that was still able to move did not find the mobile phone on himself and Lu Chong. He had no choice but to stop and wait, wondering if it would come Yes, and I don't know if I can be rescued in time.
"Lu Chong..." He carefully touched Lu Chong's face, not daring to touch his head, it was covered with blood, and it was still bleeding, he even felt that his whole head was deformed.
Only the breath sprayed on his neck between his breaths can bring him a little comfort, let him know that this person is still alive.
"Why are you so stupid?" He rushed over desperately.
He didn't know if Lu Chong would have been seriously injured if Lu Chong hadn't rushed over. In such a violent car accident, no one could be sure what would have happened. He only knew that if Lu Chong hadn't used his body to protect him, he would Decided not to hurt so lightly.
At the most dangerous moment, this man wanted to protect him with his life.
He suddenly felt that all his entanglements and unwillingness were meaningless.
Like it or not, accept it or not, what is there to care about?
He will always remember the fact that Lu Chong almost died, but he was protected by him and only suffered minor injuries.
He looked up at the deformed roof, and suddenly said, "Are you there?"
The car was quiet and there was no response.
Luo Wencheng said: "I don't know what you are, but I know you must be here, come out! Don't you want my hope and love? Come out!"
He didn't know what that voice was, or if it could help him, but he could only hope for it now.
This is his only hope now.
Lu Chong was about to die, he had no choice.
"Come out, I beg you, give me a little response please? I beg you help me, I beg you save this man next to me, he is dying, and if he dies, I won't If you continue to live, you don’t want to have any hope or love anymore!”
Be it begging or threatening, Luo Wencheng kept talking, his voice became hoarse, but he still didn't get any response, and there was silence all around.
Does it have to be when he is about to die, or after he dies, that the voice will appear?
A flash of madness flashed in Luo Wencheng's eyes, and he tried his best to turn his head to look at the hard and sharp arc at the deformed part of the car door. He stretched out his hand and swiped at that place, the delicate and soft flesh on his wrist was instantly torn open, blood gushing out.
He was also injured and lost some blood. Although most of the blood on his body belonged to Lu Chong, some of it was his own. In addition, he was worried about the ribs before, and he didn't take much rest. He was actually very tired from shouting and screaming just now. Now that he was bleeding like this, he immediately felt flustered, short of breath, and top-heavy.
He lowered his head weakly, looking as if he and Lu Chong were leaning against each other.
In a trance, his consciousness also began to blur, weakness, powerlessness, suffocation, cold... The feeling of dying came all over his body, and then at this moment, the cold voice he had been waiting for finally sounded: "Target detected Life is seriously threatened, do you want to continue?"
Luo Wencheng froze, his consciousness seemed to be separated from his body, his body was still difficult to move, but his consciousness seemed to stand up, and the surrounding objects became blurred, as if he had entered another space, he hurriedly Looking into the void, he said: "I don't want to continue my life, I want to save this person beside me instead!"
"Beyond the scope of ability, the request is invalid."
Luo Wencheng gritted his teeth: "You can even reverse time and space, how can you not save a person? Don't you want my love and hope? I will give you all, but I don't want to continue living, I want to change To save people."
He took a breath, even if he was only conscious, he felt a heavy sense of powerlessness and exhaustion, and his whole body was cold, "He is not dead, he was just seriously injured, if you can save me who is dead, you must be able to save me who is still alive." Those who are not dead, I beg you!"
The voice said after a while: "This time your love and hope are of better quality than last time. I can keep you alive for more than one year, so you want to change?"
Luo Wencheng felt relieved: "So you can do it, right? If he dies, what's the point of me living longer?"
"He's not necessarily going to die."
"Can you guarantee that he will survive? Can you be sure that even if he is saved, he won't suffer any sequelae from such a serious head injury?" Luo Wencheng smiled, "Anyway, I didn't want to live anymore, now Didn't he make money by exchanging the hope and love that he didn't intend to use in exchange for his good?
He raised his head and looked at the void: "Please help me save him."
There seemed to be a sigh, and in a space that Luo Wencheng couldn't see, a screen stood there. Data flowed continuously on the bright blue screen, and then a page popped up with a line of words on it.
An extremely clear line of gray words:
Changing the fate of the target, the first time, failed.
Then, a line of blue words appeared under the gray words, and the cold and rigid electronic voice read out this line of words——
[Change the target's fate, the second rebirth version—]
The voice paused, [Failed. 】
On the screen, the last digit of the second line flickered a few times, and the word "failure" popped up and displayed there brightly, which was extremely dazzling.
The sound continues [The target automatically gives up, and the target's life enters a 72-hour countdown. According to the target's wish, it starts to absorb the target's energy and transform into a repair agent. The system task has failed, and the system will be shut down and enter permanent sleep mode. 】
Luo Wencheng snorted, and found that he was back on his body again. The heavy and cold body almost made him unconscious. Did he not die?
What exactly is going on? Did that voice agree to him?
He wanted to call out to that voice again, but he couldn't even utter a single word. He lost so much blood that he couldn't stay awake anymore. Fortunately, there was a shouting sound outside the car.
"Sir! Master Luo!"
The voice was so ethereal that it seemed to come from an extremely distant place. Luo Wencheng couldn't hear whose voice it was, but with such a title, he must be one of his own, right?
He smiled, glanced at Lu Chong, and closed his eyes weakly.
