"But who would have thought that such a weak, gentle doctor would be carrying a saw with him..." Fatty stared straight ahead, his eyes fixed on the road. The rain was heavy. He watched intently, fearing the car might flip into a ditch.
"But Doctor," Fatty continued, "what do you plan to do with the guy in the trunk? If he dies, this instance will probably crash, right?"
Suddenly, he recalled the moments when instances had crashed and those familiar, cold system announcements.
Gu Mian spoke up, "I need to correct something. There are two people in the trunk."
Fatty, gripping the steering wheel, shuddered. "Two?"
Two murderers?
Realizing his misunderstanding, Gu Mian explained, "One of them is dead as a doornail. It's Zhuifeng Shaonian."
Upon hearing this, Fatty had a sudden realization. "It must have been Chen Beidou who killed someone and stuffed them into the trunk. Before he had time to dispose of the body, he must have picked up your fare."
