An Ning and An Guoming drove a newly purchased truck and headed north with a detailed map.

An Guoming was sitting in the driving seat, with the unique feel of the new steering wheel under his hands and the unique smell of a new car in his nose.

Don't feel too good about this feeling.

Men all dream of owning a bicycle.

And now An Guoming can be regarded as someone who owns half a truck.

"Little sister, what are you going to buy a car for?"

The co-pilot next to him, An Ning, shrugged.

"For the time being, it can only be used for running errands, selling things, and hauling goods."

"Second brother, if you want to use it to drive a sports car, you can drive it. I don't really need it."

An Guoming glanced sideways, then immediately looked away, staring at the road.

Safety first.

He knew that what An Ning said was true.

"I think about it, I definitely can't do it by myself."

"This journey is too long and the risks are too great."

An Ning agrees, there are still star thieves in the interstellar world.

"Second brother is right. The banditry industry is one of the oldest professions and has a long history."

An Guoming, who was driving, was amused by An Ning's explanation and laughed.

"Why, am I right?"

"Yes, that's right, it's just fun."

An Guoming's words made An Ning agree even more.

"I receive a lot of compliments like this. It must be because I am too funny."

This time, An Guoming did not dare to laugh and bit his lower lip.

He would rather bite and bleed than laugh. He definitely couldn't laugh.

"Cough cough—cough cough—"

"Second brother, are you infected with some disease? You seem to be coughing up blood."

Out of the corner of his eye, An Guoming saw An Ning covering his mouth with one hand. There was worry in his eyes, but he didn't feel worried because he was afraid of spreading more infections.

"I'm fine, put your hand down."

An Ning next to her showed a victorious smile and wanted to snicker at her. He must be jealous of her humor.

The brother and sister talked all the way and took turns driving. After driving for more than five hours, they finally found a place to stop for something to eat.

An Guoming was chewing on a piece of dead bread, hitting his chest, taking a sip of water, and washing the food down.

"If you really want a sports car, you have to prepare a small stove or something. I can't bear to eat this all the time."

Sitting opposite An Ning, with bulging cheeks, followed An Guoming's example, beat his chest and swallowed.

"How did this thing get sold?"

"It's cheap and it's good for hunger. Besides, didn't you buy this?"

An Ning regretfully looked at the half of the bread in her hand and said, "I saw a lot of people queuing up, so I thought it was delicious."

An Ning took another bite with tears in her eyes. She bought it herself and had to finish it while kneeling.

After the two of them ate a piece of bread that would make people choke, they settled the major issues in their lives and got in the car again.

After the truck drove for an hour, the two people in the truck had a different idea.

"Little sister, I think this road is not right."

"No, I followed the map."

An Ning said with absolute certainty.

"But I don't feel right. The original road was still very wide and had a lot of tire marks. The road here is so narrow that there are basically no traces on the road."

An Ning glanced at the road outside, it looked like this.

However, she did drive according to the map.

"Little sister, your map...is stuck together."

An Guoming took the map that An Ning was looking at.

The map is available in full sheet and paginated formats.

The two of them drew a rough route on the big map, then found a more detailed map on the small map, checked it, and started walking.

An Ning stepped on the brakes and took the two maps An Guoming had just torn open without any expression.

"It's okay, let's drive back."

An Ning put down the map and finally said with a bit of embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I didn't find it."

"Haha, what's the point? Just take it for granted."

An Ning began to reverse, turn, and turn around.

When it was turned on, the sky became dark.

"Second brother, if we go this way, we won't be able to reach the resting place."

"Well, safety depends on you."

An Guoming is very aware of his own strength. In this dark place, if he meets someone outside, he can only rely on peace and quiet.

An Ning held the steering wheel in her hand and said with a somewhat generous tone: "If you really meet a bad guy, second brother, you are responsible for being in the car and holding the steering wheel. If they want to hit you or open the door, you can just drive away."

"I'm serious, if you don't stay, it will affect my performance."

An Guoming couldn't say anything except agree.

But in his heart, he hoped that nothing would happen.

Unfortunately, things went counterproductive.

When the two were driving through a sparsely populated road, a fallen tree trunk in front blocked their way.

"Second brother, let's change places."

After saying this, An Ning unbuckled his seat belt, turned over, and got into the back seat.

An Guoming quickly sat in the driver's seat, while An Ning held a real wooden stick in the back seat, weighing it in his hands, and prepared to get out of the car.

"Have mercy on us."

"Give me some money."

"Please."

On both sides of the road, torches were lit.

There was no big man as expected, but a group of old people, children, and some women holding babies, all kneeling in front of the truck.

Not only that, there were several children lying under the wheels of the car, and their skillful movements made people uncomfortable and angry.

"Little sister, I can't give it."

"I know."

An Guoming was afraid that An Ning would be soft-hearted, but unfortunately An Ning didn't feel this way at all.

"Second brother, I'm going down."

"What do you want to do?"

"Throw them all away, or tie them all up."

An Ning went down with the stick.

People outside saw a girl coming down, and they were secretly happy.

The crying became more real and sad.

"Help us, give us some money."

"Give it to the one who stutters. The child hasn't eaten for several days."

A woman came forward on her knees with a child in her arms.

An Ning stood in front of the truck, holding the stick in his hand, his voice clear.

"My mother said that if you meet someone begging for food from a bowl, give him something to eat. If he doesn't survive, he won't come out to beg for food."

"But if you meet anyone asking for money, you will not give it. These are all scammers."

"The most important thing is that we have no money."
To be continued...