If it were a big guy who snatched his feet or a fat woman, John might have refused to take the show.

But now the person who requested a ride was a blonde beauty like a kingdom princess. Of course, John would not refuse, after all, everyone has a love for beauty.

"Ok, please get in the car." John opened the passenger's door.

"Thanks."

The blonde beauty thanked her, took the laptop and a small bag in her car and sat up.

The fragrance was so refreshing that it smelled good, and John sucked his nose secretly.

After she sat down and tied her seat belt, John started the classic car.

The green trees on both sides began to quickly retreat backwards.

"Sir, can I know your name?" The blonde beauty took the initiative to talk to John.

John: "Of course, my name is John Wicker. And, I think you look familiar with me, ma'am..."

Of course, John said this not on purpose, but he really felt that she looked familiar, and seemed to have seen her somewhere not long ago.

"Is that?" the blonde beauty chuckled, "Sir, are you my book fan? My name is Anne Scott, and my pseudonym is Anne."

John suddenly realized that this blonde beauty was the beautiful novelist who was arranged by Lao Bao to have dinner at a big restaurant when he passed by the square. When he saw the beautiful novelist who held a new bookmarking party.

John: "I heard that you sold 10 million new books, which is amazing."

Anne: "Thank you. But I've finished writing that book, and next I'm going to write a killer novel."

John: "Killer Novel?"

"Yes!" Annie clenched her fists, "I want to change the subject and challenge myself again...

As you can see, I want to collect materials on my trip, and you also know that it is like a fantasy to find a real killer and live with him, but I still want to persist, I believe I can find a killer, and I want to understand the life of a killer."

“…”

John was speechless. As expected, foreigners were all in their hearts who would not die if they didn't commit suicide. It would be fine if she couldn't find a real killer. If she was really found, especially when they met on the way to the mission, they would probably kill her to silence her.

Stop writing killer novels, I guess the new book will have a eunuch before it even opened.

The completion of the book is probably going to be reincarnated.

John: "Anne, aren't you afraid that the killer will kill you?"

Anne blinked, "No? In my understanding, killers are all purposeful, and I don't bother him. I just want to understand him, why did he kill me?"

John shook his head, "You don't understand."

The identity of a killer itself must be absolutely confidential. How can you, an irrelevant person, peek into privacy? If you do that, the end of this will probably evaporate directly from the world and you can't even find the body.

The bodies were all dealt with by the hotel's "scavenger".

Killers and ordinary people are people from two worlds.

"I don't understand? Then you understand very much?" Annie looked at John, feeling that he was talking a little strange.

I don't understand it very much, but I understand it very much... The old killer who has been in the past 30 years will understand it...

but……

Personal Privacy John would not tell her that there is no benefit to knowing too much.

Annie also wanted to ask, but she always felt that this old man was mysterious and she felt indescribable when sitting next to him.

But John changed the subject.

John: "It seems that your news is correct..."

There has been a long row in front.

The big and small cars were stuck in front, and there was no sight at all.

John swears that this is the first time he has seen this scene when he travels to the United States.

John got out of the car, went to the front and looked around, knocked on the glass of a truck, and asked, "Hey, man, what's going on ahead?"

Truck driver: "A canned truck carrying chemicals in front of me overturned. The ground was full of chemicals and was unpassable. The official is cleaning up."

John: "Do you know how long it will take?"

Truck driver: "They said it would take a few more hours, and God bless them to get it done before dinner, and I don't want to starve to death on the road."

John shrugged, returned to his classic car, and glanced at Anne, "Madam, we have some waiting."

Recently, I have always been too lucky. I have solved the problem of encountering a female corpse in the third emergency. I encountered a large traffic jam that was rare in a century. It took several hours to get on the road.

It seems that when I’m fine, I should really buy a cross to go to church to pray and change my fortune.

"Oh, damn!"

Another car stopped behind John's classic car, and a man came out from inside and saw the scene in front of him and immediately cursed.

"This is bad, I'm going to go to the city ahead for an interview..."

The man was so anxious that he jumped straight into the air.

He came to John's classic car and asked, "Old man, do you know what happened before?"

John: "There was a car accident ahead, and the ground was full of chemicals. It is said that it will take several hours to deal with it."

"How many hours will it take?" the man suddenly collapsed and asked, "Then do you know where there is a way around? I'm really in a hurry."

John shook his head, "Sorry, I'm a foreigner too."

Except for the expressway, there are all wilderness nearby, which is extremely remote. It is estimated that no one knows after a year or two. How could he know where to get a near road?

If I knew, John wouldn't be queuing here.

"well!"

The man sighed heavily, thought about it, then got back in the car and returned on the same road as the steering wheel.

John knew that the guy must have gone to find another way.

But John was born to be the kind of person who likes to seek stability. He did not like to take a wrong path unless he had no choice.

Just wait, anyway, everyone is waiting here.

During this period, John got out of the car and urinated twice. When he was bored, he chatted with Anne, a beautiful novelist in the same car. While the relationship was getting closer, the two sides became much closer, not as reserved as they were at the beginning.

Although Annie was unwilling to do so, she got out of the car and ran into the woods to solve the problem.

When people are in the face of three urgent matters, it is the same regardless of gender, age or young.

"John...that...do you have water here?" Anne asked a little embarrassedly.

She was a little thirsty and didn't expect to be stuck on the road. She had no experience of traffic jams on highways during domestic holidays, and was not prepared for anything.

John handed her half a bottle of mineral water, "Only this half bottle, if... you don't mind I've drunk it."

How can you mind this? When difficulties arise, the first thing a person considers is to meet the needs of the body. Everything else is not that important.

Annie took a big sip, and after drinking it, she found that it seemed like she was drinking a little too much in one sip, and only a little bit was left in the bottle.

"Sorry...I..." Annie blushed a little.

John: "It's okay, take it, I'm not thirsty."

...

After a while, Annie's stomach rang out again.

There is no way.

She was busy with the new book signing ceremony in the morning and didn't have time to eat anything.

Unlike John who ate and drank heavily and squeezed Winston, he could hold on for a long time.
Chapter completed!