It was like a trance, my mind was still blank for the last second. When I opened my eyes, there was already a subway speeding past in front of Song He.

"What's going on?"

Sitting upright in the seat, tentatively stretching out your hands, without any abnormalities. But this existence itself is the greatest daily life.

"How could I... I obviously drove the car..."

My mind is not very clear, and the most vivid thing I remember is that I stepped on the accelerator and drove Kim Minshuo off the highway, intending to die together-

"Why are you sitting here now?"

He murmured to himself in disbelief, Song Hyuk remembered something and lifted up his upper body's clothes. Sure enough, the sword that Kim Minshuo stabbed him can only see a healed pink scar.

"Ha," Song He sneered dignifiedly: "Is this a bloody TV series? Or am I traveling to a different world?"

A vibrating buzz came from his pocket, and Song He realized it and quickly took out his cell phone.

"This is not my phone..." Looking at the unfamiliar phone, Song He hesitated for a moment, and then swiped the screen and turned on the phone without a lock screen. The message automatically popped up 1ine's new information.

"Do you think about the meaning of life? Do you want to really... live?"

"Oh no," she cursed subconsciously, and Song He raised his hand to cover his face: "Did you get the wrong script? This line is not suitable for this sentence to appear here? Please don't jump out of the options of yes and no!"

Without a next prompt, Song He could only give himself his mood: "Who are you? Don't tell me that you are the main god, what kind of damn infinite space is here!"

"Ding." The other party's reply was very quick: "You guessed it right. I am not the main god, and this is not the infinite space created in the novel."

Ruling out the most unscientific option, Song He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "So, who are you? How did I come here?"

"Before you ask me, should you clarify who you are?" Without an accurate reply, the other party cunningly returned the battle.

"Ha?" It felt a little funny, and Song He's reply was also a little sharp: "Are you sick? Of course I am Song He, who else can it be?"

"Are you sure?" Just a simple question, or a rhetorical question, made the smile on Song He's face disappear: "Oh, what do you mean? Tell me clearly!"

The other party did not continue to answer, but just came over to a URL. Song He copied and pasted it in the browser and opened it.

"The wreckage of a vehicle in Quanzhou on March 1, after inspection, was confirmed by the death. Song Hyuk, male, 26 years old, Chinese. After checking the scene, the police concluded that the cause of the accident was caused by heavy rain and fatigue driving. According to the investigation, Song entered the country via Busan International Airport on the 9th, rented a car overnight to Jeonju, and drove alone from Jeonju to Er the next day, that night. The Chinese Embassy in South Korea expressed strong concern about the accident..."

"This, this is clearly talking about me!" Song Hyuk became more and more shocked as he looked at it. He couldn't help but type quickly: "I'm still alive, how could I find my body? There was Kim Min-soo in the car! And," he looked at the screen again: "This is the news on March 16. Has it been almost a week?"

"Do you still remember what you gave birth to?" The other party's tone seemed to have a kind of temptation. However, Song He, who was bombarded by heavy news, had no idea of ​​carefully distinguishing it? He quickly tried to recall.

"then……"

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"Ahem!"

Coughing weakly, Song He woke up in the carriage with a safe 6 with a slump on the highway.

He rescued his head from the airbag with difficulty and glanced at the passenger seat. Jin Minshuo, who was not wearing a seat belt, had already died. His knife was pierced in his throat, and the blood dripped down his clothes and had already dried up into a pool of scarlet red.

"Hehe, kill you, I'm good enough!" Song He cursed angrily at the middle finger of Jin Minshuo's only intact eye, but the pain in his waist instantly wrinkled his face.

It was not like the feeling of being stabbed into the internal organs, but Song Hyuk had already been bleeding and died. He gritted his teeth and tore open his shirt and tied a knot around his waist. The severe pain in an instant made Song Hyuk's body thrust suddenly, and he couldn't bear it and cursed: "Damn him, Lee Seung-ki's Bian Baekhyun!"

"Is anyone?" Slightly, Song He heard someone seemingly asking.

"Mad, are you hallucinating too much blood loss?" Song He shook his head, but the voice still echoed in his ears: "Is there anyone?"

Unlocked the seat belt, carefully moved his body and pushed open the car door and walked down. The rain gradually became lighter and thinner. On the highway above, someone leaned over and shouted loudly toward the bottom: "Is anyone? Please answer when you hear it!"

"This is so unscientific!" Song He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then widened his eyes. Under the moonlight, the woman's face was very clear.

"Did Taeyeon?" In terms of self-cultivation of a crazy fan, Song Hyuk was still thinking about his idol in such a life-and-death situation: "It's Kim Taeyeon from Girls' Generation, right!"

"Inside!" Taeyeon didn't expect that she would be recognized like this. She replied in a little hesitantly and quickly mentioned the serious matter: "My dear, are you okay?"

"Taeyon!" Song He put his hands beside his mouth and shouted loudly. The unspeakable pleasure had already dispelled his fear: "I am your meal!"

"Ah, Kangsang Hamida!" Taeyeon laughed a little, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when she looked at the relative who was very energetic below.

"Mianne, I missed your birthday party yesterday." Song He shouted regardless, his already weak body hoarsely: "But, I still want to wish you a happy birthday!"

"Thank you for your relatives!" Taeyeon was a little moved and shouted: "Please wait a moment, I'll call 119 first aid number."

"Okay!" Seeing Taeyeon's figure disappearing by the railing, Song He's fatigue surged up. He didn't have the strength to stand up straight for a moment, and he held the car body and returned to the car with difficulty. He only saw that his phone was ringing non-stop.

"You should call early." After complaining, Song He picked up his phone and connected. However, before he could hear what the other person said, he closed his eyes and his consciousness fell into the eternal darkness.

It was like a trance, my mind was still blank for the last second. When I opened my eyes, there was already a subway speeding past in front of Song He.
Chapter completed!