It was raining heavily, and Jin Minshuo was wearing a raincoat and stood by the roadside and reached out to his hand.

The passing vehicles ignored it and rushed by without any loss. The splashing water poured Kim Minshuo from beginning to end.

He was not angry, and wiped his face and wrapped the raincoat tighter, but his lips that lost their blood were pursed tighter, and his hands were holding them with white knuckles more forcefully.

Finally, an ordinary Kia sedan stopped beside Kim Minshuo with a turn signal. The window rolled down, and Kim Minshuo quickly stepped forward.

"Is there anything you have?" The driver asked sideways with an insignificant Jeonju accent.

"Brother, I missed the last bus back to Er and was trapped here. Can you take me a while? I will give you money." Jin Minshuo begged flatteringly, his bangs wet from the rain pressed against his forehead, looking very depressed.

The driver looked at his slightly fat figure and the honest smile on his face, thought about it for a while, and said quite readily: "Come up."

"Thank you brother!" Jin Minshuo was overjoyed, bowed deeply, and opened the co-pilot's door.

"Brother, are you from Quanzhou? We are both fellow townsmen."

Carefully took off the raincoat and rolled it up and put it away. Jin Minshuo wiped his wet head. The driver glanced at him, turned on the warm air, and handed over a clean towel.

"No, I'm Chinese, but the person who teaches me Korean is from Jeonju, so I have a Jeonju accent when speaking, which makes you laugh." The driver seemed very proud of his Korean language that even Koreans could not tell. The laughter alleviated the awkward atmosphere in the car.

"Are you Chinese? I can speak Chinese too! Hello, thank you, have you eaten? No. Goodbye..." Jin Minshuo's eyes lit up, and he quickly used a few words of Chinese that he knew to get close to the driver.

"Hahaha, your Chinese is also very good." The driver's attitude became closer: "Don't call me "Big Brother" and "Big Brother". I sound like you Korean underworld. My name is Song He, just call me Song He."

"Okay Song Hege." Kim Minshuo was so kind: "Song Hege, are you working in Korea or...?"

"I'm here to travel. To be precise, hey," said Song Hyuk a little embarrassed when he talked about this question. He looked at Jin Minshuo for several glances before speaking, "That, actually, I'm a girl's generation."

"Girls Generation!" Kim Minshuo slapped his face with a look of joy when he met his fellow men: "I'm also a son! When I was serving in the army, I was covered with posters of Yuri Nuna!"

"Good boy, we are really destined to be together!" Song Hyuk was also very happy: "To be honest, I came from the United States to attend Taeyeon's birthday party. Who knew that there was a typhoon yesterday and the plane landed in Busan! I wasted a ticket to my birthday party! I had no choice but to miss it, so I had to rent a car from Busan and drive all the way. Today I went to Jeonju to visit Taeyeon's glasses shop. Are you planning to go back to me?"

"Brother Song He, you are really a loyal fellow. You have paid so much for your sisters." Jin Minshuo looked admiring and admiring.

"Haha, nothing. Actually, I have a task to come here this time. A few friends in China asked me to buy some peripheral albums, bsp;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

"So, what about the money?"

A cold sound suddenly rang in the car.

Song He noticed something was wrong and was about to step on the brakes when his waist was hit by a sharp hard object.

"Don't move, keep driving. Unless you want to take a gamble and see if this knife is real." The kindness on Jin Minshuo's face has disappeared, and a cold-blooded light flashes in his pupils.

"You are right, we are really destined to be together." Confirm that Song He had no sign of resistance, Jin Minshuo relaxed a little, untied the seat belt that bound his body, and possessed himself and pressed the car's cigarette lighter in.

"I originally wanted to rob a car and grab some money, and then consider other issues when I get back," Jin Minshuo slapped Song He's face with his empty hand: "Who knew that you, the shopkeeper, actually came to your door by himself!"

Song Hyuk turned his head to avoid Jin Minshuo's hand and stared at him angrily with wide eyes.

"You dare to glare me? You dare to glare me?" Jin Minshuo smiled grimly, slapped Song He hard, and even swung the car body violently.

Song Hyuk stabilized the steering wheel, spit out the bloody saliva in his mouth, and looked at Jin Minshuo with a sneer: "I didn't expect that my kindness actually brought me a white-eyed wolf!"

"I really hate you Chinese!" Jin Minshuo's eyes were bloodshot and his mental state was quite strange: "Why do you want to help **** invade us? If the north and the south are unified, I don't need to serve! Dad, Dad, Dad,..." He became more and more excited, and his arms were waving, and he unknowingly left Song He's clothes with a sharp knife.

"I'm so crazy!" Song He seized the opportunity keenly and stepped on the brakes with a sudden kick! The road was already slippery on the rainy day, and the car slid and hit the railing on the side of the road. The motive was still roaring violently, but he could only stop unwillingly.

While Jin Minshuo was thrown away a little, Song He quickly pulled out the cigarette lighter and pressed it on Jin Minshuo's eyes!

"Ah~" A shrill wailed in the severe pain, and Kim Minshuo covered his scalded left eye: "My eyes! My eyes!"

In the pain, he raised his knife in panic, stabbing him around, feeling a slight resistance in his hand, and tried hard to move forward.

Song He's stomach first cooled, and then a stinging pain came. Feeling that the strength in his body was slowly losing, he tried his best to lift up and kick Jin Minshuo away. The knife that was still held tightly by Jin Minshuo was pulled out of his body.

"Oh, boy, you're so fucking..." Song Hyuk wanted to curse, but he couldn't help it. Seeing Kim Minshuo groping with his only left right eye to come forward, he smiled contemptuously and said weakly: "My grandfather's generation fights against the U.S. aids Korea from North to South. I'll come to chase stars today, from South to North. When you meet a crazy person like you, let's go to the west together!"

Before he finished speaking, Song He stepped on the accelerator, and the car that had hit the railing suddenly increased, knocked open the railing and flipped off the highway!

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"The train is about to arrive in front of you. Next stop, Er Station, Next stop, Er Station, please prepare for the passengers who are preparing to get off the train..."

The sweet and mechanical electronic female voice woke Kim Minshuo from the nightmare. He woke up in sweat, sat up straight, and looked around in confusion and horror.

"Mo, is that person sick?"

"Is it a perverted mental illness or something? Do you want to call the police?"

The passengers around were standing or sitting far apart, and their cold and strange eyes made Jin Minshuo's heart tight.

He didn't bother to think too much, so he put on a mask and squeezed the crowds on the bus and walked out of the opposite direction, leaving the subway.

"Damn it, I seem to have made a wrong stop." After returning to Kim Kowla's house from the Namdong Stadium during the competition, I had to transfer from Incheon's 536 bus to take Metro Line 1 and get off at Kowla Station. After more than two hours of travel, Kim Minshuo actually slept hard.

The train left, and he was the only one left on the platform. Kim Minshuo, or our Song Hyuk, finally noticed something was wrong and took a look around.

here it is!!!

You station!!!

Song He's eyes were about to break, and his mouth grew up unconsciously. This is his nightmare place!
Chapter completed!