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"What?" I thought I had misheard. How could anyone who entered the police station run away? Moreover, Huang Yulong was a prisoner that many police stations wanted to apprehend.

"Huang Xuanlong had mysteriously disappeared from the police station. After investigation, we determined that he escaped from the prison. Just now, they called us to keep an eye out. If we discover anything, immediately report it to them."

A bizarre disappearance? When it came to the word 'bizarre', things were probably not as simple as they seemed. Actually, the first time Glass said that Huang Profound Dragon had escaped, my first thought was that the officials and bandits came from a family, and I secretly thought that there might be some sort of trade behind their backs, because the possibility of a fugitive escaping through the metal window in such a short period of time is very small. But then I denied it, because if that's the case, they should have kept it a secret, so how could they have notified the glass? They immediately released the news, so it was likely that Huang Profound Dragon had indeed escaped. This also showed that Huang Profound Dragon was not a simple person. I had already expected this, but how did he do it?

"It looks like Huang Profound Dragon really has some ability!" "No," I said.

Glass nodded.

Then we both stopped talking, and I looked at the glass and saw that he was completely at a loss. Not to mention him, I was helpless to be stuck in this place where there was no place for me in the village. We were silent for a long time, and in my boredom I suddenly thought of a question. It wasn't really a question, it was a question. Last night, we went to Huang Xuan Long's place to hide from Cao Lao Wu. In other words, we went to ask for help, so why did Glass report him?

I told the question to the glass. The glass lit a cigarette, took a long drag, blew out a smoke ring, and said slowly, "Look at him. He doesn't look like a good person."

"Doesn't look like a good person? "What do you mean?"

Glass cleared his throat, and I knew he was about to show off again.

"He told me what he looked like. Take a look at where he is." Glass pointed above the bridge of his nose and between his eyebrows, "There seems to be a bone that goes up. This kind of person is very difficult to deal with because he usually walks alone in the business world. Furthermore, his ears are pricked up and he has a very sharp head. "Thus, I felt that he did not look like a good person. Furthermore, he was pretending to be mysterious and playing tricks on others, and even more so, he had his own plans. Thus, I sent a message to the police."

It was just a feeling, but the glass was accurate, I admit it. Previously, I didn't deliberately observe Huang Profound Dragon's appearance, but through the description in the glass, I basically recognized his feeling. Because he said there was bone penetration between the eyebrows, which was something in facial appearance, and between the eyebrows was an Indian temple, a twenty-eight-year-old part of the New Year's Hall, with bone penetrating upward, which meant that the bones of the New Year's Hall seemed to pass through the sky (it was a sixteen year old part of the sky, located in the middle of the forehead, just below the hairline at the top). This kind of appearance was called 'Crushing Rhino's Head'. People with this kind of appearance usually had a strong desire to be enterprising and proud. However, once these types of people became obsessed, it meant that they would be very scary if they did something evil. In addition, the glass said that his ears were pointed above the ears, which in facial appearance theory also seemed to have a saying, the top of the ears (helix position), is called the yaksha ear, is a person born cruel. If you were to combine these two together, you would be able to conclude that Huang Xuanlong was very capable, ambitious, and intelligent. However, his nature was rather cruel, and he could use any means possible to achieve his goals.

Of course, this was only a theoretical conclusion. Moreover, it was hard to say whether he could rely on it or not. However, he didn't know how to describe the fact that the glass was the incarnation of a demon in front of everyone. One possible reason was that he thought the glass was the first to question him, so he wanted to get back at him, and that he wanted to make me believe him even more by exposing my cards. As for why he was being so polite to me, I couldn't figure it out.

"That's right, I almost forgot!" Glass smacked his forehead. "It seems like your Big Sister Rilan has even more of a profound mystery."

It was only after the glass said this that I remembered that Wu Rilan had said when we left that a bridge in the city was about to collapse. I looked at the time. She had said it an hour and a half ago, and now the bridge had collapsed. Was this a coincidence, or was it that she could really predict. But I believe it's the latter, and that's a thought that might not be understood, because people subconsciously reject prophecies, but if I say Wu Rilan has never been to the city, never walked this path. In our isolated village, women in their forties and early forties had spent their lives farming and harvesting crops and grazing and feeding pigs, and rarely had the opportunity to venture outside. Although she had been a teacher in primary school for a few years, it was basically just a part-time job. Looking forward to becoming a teacher to support her family during that time was simply a pipe dream. However, a peasant girl could not predict the future. Furthermore, she was not born with such potential, because she did not have such a special ability when she was a primary school teacher. This kind of thing is too bizarre for anyone to understand.

It seemed that Huang Xuanlong wasn't the only one who had his own articles, this Wu Ruilan had even more.

"It's getting late, let's think of a way to go back as soon as possible. It might be even harder to leave when it's dark." I jumped out of my reverie and reminded the glass, but when I looked back, I was stunned. There was a lot of traffic behind us, and the owner of the car, who didn't know what was going on, kept honking his horn.

At this moment, a bald head stuck his head out of the window and shouted at us, "Are you going to f * cking leave or not? Don't block us!"

When Glass heard this, she was also angered, so she pushed him back, "Go, old man. If you have the ability, fly over!"

Presumably the bald man heard the glass scolding and stormed out of the car, running toward us without a word. When I see it's going to be a bad thing, the two of them might start to fight. Who knew that when the person in front of him saw that the bridge had collapsed, he was also surprised. He cursed, "Why is the bridge so fragile like glass?" After saying that, he glanced at the glass and turned around to go back.

When Glass heard that I was about to get angry, she was stopped by me, "You still think that it's not enough, I didn't say anything about you!"

Glass was so angry that his face turned red. He pointed at the back of the man and said, "You've already scolded me by name, and you still haven't scolded me?" After saying that, he was also stunned for a moment before recovering and kicking me, "What kind of name is bad for you? You have to name it!"

We were originally at the forefront, but if we were to go back now, we would have to change from the front to the back. We are at the back of the line, and we might not be able to make it in a short time. I looked around and saw that it was all about the manor house, and between the manor house and the highway was a ditch that ran along the road. It was about three meters wide and led straight to the river in front of us. There was no other way for him to get on the road, so it seemed that he could only wait here.

I called Lu Siran again and explained the situation to her. The result was obvious, as I couldn't believe what was happening to her, much less what was happening to her. It seems that the misunderstanding between us will deepen.

The traffic police arrived late, and by the time we could turn around and go back, it was almost dark.

The glass was racing again, and it was going to die, and by the time I got off the road it was completely dark. But when he got off the road, something happened. Actually, this incident is not that big of a deal. If it wasn't related to someone, I wouldn't have mentioned it. Of course, it was only later on that they found out that this was not a coincidence, but that someone had purposely arranged it.

The situation was as such. When we returned, we were heading east from the west. The intersection was in the south. And this intersection was very special, because after they got off the road, there would be a slope, and at the bottom of the slope, they would reach the northern and southern trails. The special thing about this slope was that it was so steep that there was a drop of at least five meters between the vertical height of the road and the debris road. Another special reason was that the slope was getting narrower and narrower from the junction down. At the very least, it was absolutely impossible to pass two heavy vehicles like the Dump King by themselves. Even if two tricycles wanted to pass, one of them would have to be pressed tightly against the side of the road in order for the other one to pass. On both sides of the road and slope were tall poplars, and outside the poplars was still a drainage ditch. Such a position was very dangerous. Once a car came down from the top, there would be an acceleration at the bottom of the slope, and if a car was about to come up from the bottom, and the two owners didn't react in time, then the chances of them colliding with the car was the same as eating contaminated food. This kind of accident had happened many times before, and had also caused many deaths and injuries. Therefore, this place was also very strange. Someone had thrown a pair of shoes here to warn passersby that this place was very dangerous and had to be safe.

That's what we've been through now, and what's even scarier is the fact that the glass is flying at a particularly high speed because of its bad mood.

"Slow down! Turn right and go downhill! Pay attention to the cars!" I reminded the glass that it had not been listened to at all and that its speed had been reduced to a minimum. When we reached the intersection, we took a sharp turn and headed down the hill, as if we were showing off in a car show.

There were no streetlights after they went down the hill. The road suddenly became much darker and the lights of the car were turned on. When the lights came on, my heart skipped a beat and I was stunned. Because there was a small truck parked at the bottom of the slope, and because the lights had not been turned on, it could not be seen at all until the lights were turned on by the glass.

We were moving very fast by then, and in the blink of an eye we were halfway down the slope. Judging by the distance and speed, it would take us no more than five seconds to hit it.

"Brake, hit the direction!" I snapped out of my daze and shouted.

By this time, the glass had also recovered from its shock. It fiercely stepped on the brakes and forcefully turned the steering wheel, but strangely, the speed of the car did not decrease at all. Furthermore, the steering wheel did not appear to have been turned at all. My heart was in my throat, and I felt like I was slipping rapidly towards death. I looked at the glass. I could see from his expression that he was trying to turn the steering wheel, but it wouldn't budge.

I looked down at the steering wheel, and at that moment my head exploded. I felt my hair standing up and a layer of goosebumps rising all over my body. Because four hands had suddenly appeared on the steering wheel.

There were four hands, two of them glazed, and the other two were pale and bloodless, with no arms at all, just holding on tightly to the steering wheel.

Whose hand?

I instantly recovered my senses. No matter who it was, the intention was obvious, and that was to kill us. "In an instant, my fear turned into anger. I stretched out my palm and slapped him hard." With a "pa" sound, the pair of hands disappeared. At the same time, the friction between the wheels and the ground caused an ear-piercing sound. The speed of the car was greatly reduced, and it also turned around. At last our car came to a stop with its head brushing against the truck. The left rearview mirror was crushed, and the right side of the car was pressed up against a poplar tree by the side of the road.

It felt like a lifetime had passed between me and the glass. I knew that I had recovered my life for the second time today. I heaved a long sigh of relief and collapsed back into my seat to catch my breath. We tilted our heads and looked at each other. We couldn't help but laugh out loud. This was a kind of laughter that came from someone who had just survived a disaster. It was because I could clearly see that there were tears in the glass eyes. When he finished laughing, he suddenly leaned over the steering wheel and started crying. It was a release of emotions, and I didn't disturb him. I was still thinking about those hands. I lifted my hand and looked at it. It felt sticky, like water, and smelled, fishy, like seaweed. How could there be such a smell? Furthermore, I didn't feel an itch on my forehead just now.

At this moment, the sound of someone knocking on the window came from outside. I looked out the window and saw a man standing there, holding up his pants and tying up his belt. It looked like he had just come back from the toilet. I pushed open the door and the man asked, "How is it? Is it all right?"

I pointed to the truck and said coldly, "Your car?"

That person said yes.

When I heard this, my anger flared and I raised my hand to hit him in the face. The man was so scared that he had no way of dodging. But if I wanted to hit him, he wouldn't be able to avoid it, but my fist stopped in front of his face. I thought it would be useless to hit him, so I said, "Everyone has only one life. You go back and stop the car and turn on the lights."

The person repeatedly said, "Good, good, good …"

I turned around and walked to the bottom of the ditch, which was covered with the leaves of the poplar trees. I hooked it with my foot, and there was a layer of dirt on the ground. I grabbed a handful and looked into the light of the car. Apart from the remains of the poplar leaves, it was all dirt.

I went up, opened the door to get in, and found the glass still wet with tears. I kicked him and shouted, "Damn you! Are you done yet? Hurry up and drive away."

"Grandson, can you have a little sympathy?" Glassglass scolded me angrily.

This effect was what I wanted. I wanted to distract him, to distract him from his grief. I was afraid that he would keep thinking about it and leave a shadow.

Having learnt his lesson twice, Glass seemed to come to a realization. She drove very slowly, and when she was about a hundred meters away, she suddenly asked, "Erlang, why did you slap the steering wheel just now?"