"Continue to go back to the previous topic."

"Yeah." Wang Yao nodded. He focused on paying attention to the content of the rearview mirror. The black sedan was not appearing. Wang Yao calmed down and said, "You said before that there was a way to get involved in the protagonist? They are not fools. It would be strange if they would agree if they agreed."

"There is no other way?" Xiao Wu was

"Are you testing me?" Wang Yao rolled his eyes, focused on driving, thinking about the so-called other methods.

"Relying on their strong strength to surrender? But in this case, it will be too distorted to the plot. And it is very stupid to make the protagonist feel bad."

"Why don't you let them take the initiative to bring us."

"Take the initiative?" Wang Yao slowed down his car and began to ponder Xiao Wu's proposal.

Who would agree to the request for strangers to join for no reason?

Could it be that... Xiao Wu has gained the ability of Lewis's mental control? Thinking of this, Wang Yao looked shocked.

"Good idea, but unrealistic. Lewis's power is not stored in organisms."

"Do you know what I'm thinking?" Wang Yao said in shock.

"Your expression has betrayed you when you are mentally active."

Wang Yao coughed dryly: "Stop buying a lawsuit, tell me your thoughts quickly."

...

"I hope we're not going to get the wrong path. There is no display on GPS. The global locator is useless." In the RV, a beautiful blonde girl complained with a global locator that shows [not in the networked area].

Brilliant wavy blonde hair draped behind her head, paired with three-dimensional facial features like a model, a rare blonde beauty.

The scenery outside the car swept quickly. The road was a bumpy path with weeds on both sides and dense forests. The mountains in the distance were undulating and no longer crowded.

"This is just right, it's not an ordinary road." A decadent young man with a slightly sloppy brown hair in the back seat of the RV said in his hoarse voice: "There is no cell phone signal, no traffic camera. Go to a place where even the global positioning system can't find me.

He kept rolling the marijuana leaves on the table into a cigarette and wrapped them with saliva.

"Martin, is this society collapsed?" The blonde girl hugged her chest and turned around and looked at him with a funny look.

"No, society is gathering. Filling the cracks in it with cement. Everything about people is recorded, archived, written on blogs. Chips are installed for children to avoid getting lost. What society needs is separation, but people don't have the courage to do this."

"I miss your complaints so much." The girl looked defeated and leaned on the seat cushion.

"One day you will understand what I said." Martin said to her with a deep meaning.

However, his four friends just used it as hallucinations after sucking, and he always did this.

After more than ten minutes, the RV slowed down and eventually stopped in front of an abandoned gas station on the side of the road. This was the only building they had encountered with signs of humanity so far. It just so happened that there was not much gasoline left in the fuel tank.

It is not reasonable to call it an abandoned gas station. It is full of style in the last century, with rusty gas refuelers and simple houses built in the rear. The tall young men of Cote and Martin got off the bus first, and Cote couldn't help saying, "It seems that this thing can't be swiped for card."

"I'm afraid it hasn't even seen money." Martin mocked the other side: "It's probably for oil exchange."

Cote, who was playing football, yelled. The RVs opened and let the two "ladies" inside come down to breathe.

Cot Martin circled around the gasoline, studying where the thing could make oil. The young black man stepped into the house and wanted to see if anyone was there.

"hello?" Huoden stood outside the door and shouted tentatively. Seeing that no one answered, he stepped into it carefully.

The house was dark and gloomy, and the windows were stared at by wooden boards. Garbage and parts were scattered all over the ground. The air was filled with inexplicable smell. In front of the only window with bright light, a few cups of animal specimens soaked in formalin were placed. Animal fur was hung on the wall.

"Hodden?" Cotter shouted in from outside.

"Hodden!"

Huodeng stopped stopping. He turned around and wanted to leave, but a black shadow suddenly blocked in front of him, and a cold voice sounded: "You are uninvited to enter."

"Damn it!" Huo Deng was shocked and hurriedly turned sideways around the other party and met with his friends outside.

"There are signs for closure." The black shadow walked out of the house. This was an old American man around 50 years old. His eyebrows were so gloomy that he felt unfriendly. Fortunately, he had no intention of pursuing it.

"We just want to buy some oil." Cott said that he and others were harmless. However, the subsequent dialogue caused the conflict between the two to surge. The old man's indifferent attitude aroused the dissatisfaction of the group, and Martin kept mocking him. He was scolded by the other party. Just when Cott couldn't help but want to go forward to teach him a lesson, he was stopped by Hoden.

The group got into the car angrily, rolled up dust and drove away from here.

"What a bastard, you shouldn't have stopped me." The RV was bumping on the gravel road, and Cote said indignantly.

"What do you want to do, do an old guy in his fifties?" Hoden squinted him.

"A hometown...what is that?" Cote's sharp eyes found that a piece of dust quickly caught up in the rearview mirror.

"Damn, that old guy dares to catch up?" Cotter was so angry that he picked up the baseball bat on the side and was about to step on the brakes. It was Hoden who stopped him.

"Work it a little bit, that old guy doesn't have a jeep."

At this time, the jeep rushed out of the dust and quickly approached, driving straight past the RV. The sound of tires crushing the stones was clearly audible.

"Wow, what a crazy guy."

Martin's eyes followed Jeep and watched him leave until he disappeared at the end of the gravel road.

...

The old man's eyes followed the RV and watched it leave until it disappeared at the end of the gravel road.

He returned to the humble hut and picked up a worn-out phone to dial the number.

House in the forest-fifty meters underground

"Supervisor Sidson, then what?" On the console, a middle-aged man in a silver-gray tie said to the gray-haired old man next to him in his fifties.

This is a dim hall, with various precision instruments and display screens adding a few sci-fi and mysterious colors here. It is worth noting that among the five monitors, photos of three men, two women, five college students in the RV, and specific information.

【Console?】

The communicator on the instrument interrupted the middle-aged man's words.

"Yes, say it." The middle-aged man shrugged at Sidson and said lazily.

[The Prophet is on Line 2.]

"Oh, really..." These two words seemed to give middle-aged people a headache, and they couldn't help but hold on the instrument table to hold their foreheads. "Can't he leave a message?"

"Uh... I'm afraid it won't work, he sounds anxious."

"Should I answer?" The middle-aged man spoke to Director Sidson on the side.

"It's better not." Sidson answered in the same oral manner.
Chapter completed!