Thriller Paradise Chapter 2: Hitchhiking

Feng Bujue walked around the wreckage of the car for a while. He couldn't think of a way to climb the cliff, so he had to find another path.

At this time, Brother Jue has lost his extraordinary ability to go into the earth, all kinds of supernatural skills and equipment, and even the most basic survival tool. As an ordinary person, it is undoubtedly very dangerous to be in this kind of deep forest at the bottom of the valley.

Feng Bujue doesn’t know if there are any other bad rules in this script. For example, players must drink and eat, or they will starve to death. (By the way, when Feng Bujue played this script, he was in sleep mode. )...If there is such a setting, with years of experience in watching "Survival in the Wilderness" program, I must think that brother will be able to live a day and a half more than ordinary people...

"The result can only be to move forward blindly based on intuition..." Feng Bujue muttered as he walked through the forest.

This is also a helpless move. With his current physical ability, it is difficult to climb to the tree and look at it. Even if he did climb up, it would be very dangerous to stick his head out of the tree canopy and look around. He didn't have any protective measures on his body, and the soles of his feet might be dead if he slipped.

However, things are developing more smoothly than expected.

After the arduous trek of plucking branches and leaves lasting for twenty minutes, a stream appeared in front of Feng Bujue's eyes. Looking up, the forest on the opposite bank is much sparser than this side, and a ready-made path is faintly visible in the forest.

Brother Jue came to the stream and looked around. After confirming that there were no beasts nearby, he squatted vigilantly, washed his face, and drank a few sips of water.

Judging from the dryness in the throat and the obvious feeling of exhaustion, the role I play in this script must definitely require eating, drinking, and rest. Only the toilet setting still does not exist, because there is no way to take off your pants.

Feng Bujue went back on the road after hydrating and taking a short rest.

Although after the car exploded, there was no danger again. But his cautious personality and fear of nightmare mode still made Feng Bujue pay attention to everything. Therefore, he was still cautious when wading through a creek that was knee-deep and less than five meters wide.

After arriving on the other side, he wiped his feet dry with the hem of his suit, put on his shoes and socks, and then walked along the trail.

"Well... from the reflection in the water, I still look like myself." When he was acting, the thinking in his mind was also non-stop, "The pockets all over the body are empty. Inside and out. There is no embroidered badge or logo in the part I looked at. So...what is the name of my detective..."

As I thought about it, the path under my feet became clearer, but the surrounding terrain became steeper. When I looked back, the forest behind me was already below the height at the moment.

Just like that, he went on for another half an hour. After passing through a pine forest, the surrounding terrain tends to be gentle, not long. There was a highway in front of me.

Feng Bujue took a few steps quickly and came to the main road. Looking at the telephone poles on the side of the road, there was an indescribable sense of intimacy. It would be more cordial if there were a few small advertisements on that telephone pole.

In fact, he made a big circle, only to return to the height of the road from the bottom of the valley.

Woo——

Not long after walking along the highway, there was the sound of cars driving in the distance.

Feng Bujue looked back and saw a rather swaggering red convertible sports car approaching him.

He is not wordy either. Stand directly in the middle of the road, open your feet and raise your hands. Put on a "big" posture, "Don't let me hit the car and kill me" posture.

"Hey! Help!" Feng Bujue shouted, waving his arms as the car drew closer.

The car was a middle-aged couple. They were all white people. Whether they were dressed or the vehicles they drove, they were of the mid-twentieth century style.

Someone stopped the car in this remote place, and the other person was hesitant, but when he looked closely, the person who stopped the car was thin and defenseless. Although the clothes were dirty, they were dressed up in a decent way, and they were still shouting loudly. "Help", it must be something really troublesome.

So, the sports car slowly slowed down and stopped on the side of the road. The gentleman in the driver's seat said to his wife: "Stay in the car, Carol."

"Be careful, Dennis," his wife urged.

Dennis pushed the car door down, walked to a distance of about two meters in front of Feng Bujue, and said: "Sir, what's the matter?"

Feng Bujue looked at the man in front of him. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall and was about forty years old. He has a burly posture, brown hair, blue eyes, and a mustache. He is wearing a beige short-sleeved T-shirt on top, a pair of white trousers on the bottom, and the leather shoes on his feet are polished brightly. A blue sweater was draped over his shoulders, and the sleeves were knotted on his chest. This method of dressing was already outdated in Feng Bujue's time, so he was even more certain that the year of the script was in the 20th century.

"Uh... yes, sir, I had a car accident." Feng Bujue replied.

"What? A car accident?" Dennis looked at Feng Bujue, "What's the matter? Are you injured?"

"I'm fine." Feng Bujue said, "It's just that my car was destroyed and rolled off the side of the highway. It took me about an hour to climb up from the bottom of the valley and find this highway." You may reveal more information in an orderly manner to relieve the other party’s doubts in order to gain trust, "Please forgive me for my abrupt behavior standing in the middle of the road, but I really need someone to take me for a ride."

"So it is." Dennis seemed to let go of his guard and took a step closer, "Don't worry, man, I'm happy to help."

"Thank you so much." Feng Bujue said, his conversation at this time seemed very polite and normal.

Dennis took Feng Bujue to the side of the car, pointed to the woman in the car and introduced: "This is my wife Carol." He turned his face to his wife again, and gestured towards Feng Bujue with his hand. Click, "This..."

"Feng Bujue." Feng Bujue said his real name directly, trying to test his reaction.

"Mr. Feng was in a car accident and wanted to take a ride." Dennis continued naturally. It seems that the system has corrected the influence of the name, length and other factors on ~ IndoMTL.com~ Oh, that's too Unfortunately, you are not injured, are you? "Carol asked.

The lady sitting in the car is wearing a red woolen coat. She was blue-eyed and black-haired, she couldn't say how beautiful, and the outline of her face was a little weird. Although she has heavy make-up and bright makeup, but the years are not very tolerant to this forty-year-old woman, and the thick foundation can't cover all the wrinkles in the end.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, madam." Feng Bujue replied and quickly got into the back seat. Even if the other party wants to change his mind at this time, it is too late, it is impossible to get the goods out of the car.

"Mr. Feng." Dennis got in the driver's seat and said back, "My wife and I are going to a villa in the mountains for a family gathering. This is not far from the destination. If you don't mind, Just follow us to the villa first. There is a phone call there, and we can notify your family or friends to pick you up."

"I am so grateful." Feng Bujue said, "I haven't asked for advice yet, Mr.'s name is..."

"Lovecraft." When Dennis replied, he had started the engine, "Dennis Lovecraft." (To be continued...)