Although Liu Xinzhi leaned in Yi Chen's embrace, she still asked worriedly,
"Mr. Yi, you killed the driver... so how do we get to the port where the cruise ship is docked? It seems there's no map to be found."
Yi Chen didn't respond but hung something as an ornament on the windshield,
Liu Xinzhi's eyes widened. The item hung was the driver's head wearing a clown mask, and the blood at the neck had already been drained dry.
"When did it happen!?"
Liu Xinzhi quickly looked out the window. The driver who had just been kicked out indeed had no head.
She clearly saw that the driver with the kick had a head, when exactly was it cut off? Not to mention, the blood inside was drained.
Moreover, this head seemed very obedient; whenever there was a fork in the road, it would automatically turn and point out the correct path.
In fact, not only Liu Xinzhi but even the women on the bus who passed the preliminary round hadn't seen clearly.
