48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng saw Takeda again in the last 10 minutes before the start of the competition.

In addition to the latter and the short man standing on the side of the highway, the divine color looked very heavy, Zhang Heng also saw Ameko, the girl in the blue Toyota VOXY, tied her hands and feet, and sealed her mouth with tape. When she saw Zhang Heng, she struggled, but soon the person next to her closed the door.

“Mr. Tsuchiya, you've already shown your daughter what you asked for, so let's get started.” Shorty man said.

Yosuke Tsuchiya didn't say a word, got into the Dodge Viper beside him, the short man laughed and rushed to Zhang Hengdao at the end, "Didn't you ask me how many people participated in tonight's competition, where, what were the rules? I'll tell you right now, the three of us are in the game tonight, right here, on this highway, the death race rules, and I'll explain a little bit more for you, given that you probably don't know what happened 22 years ago.

“The next three of us will be driving backwards on this highway, and the person who gets to the finish line the fastest is the winner, which, of course, would be a little boring, so I decided to add a little extra qualification, and the windshields of the three cars were all scrubbed and not able to lift freely. ”

The short man said as he picked up a huge wrench and hit it hard in front of the Nissan 180SX.

“I've always felt that this kind of thing doesn't work, but it's better to remove it.” His voice just went down, and the lights on the L300 and Dodge Viper were smashed, and then the short man opened the door and shook Heng's grin, "Finally, if you want to go to the bathroom, you better hurry, because when you get in the car, the door will be welded to death and will only open at the end. ”

In fact, Zhang Heng had a similar speculation in his mind when he was in the factory, but at the moment when the answer was really revealed, he still felt that the short man had gone mad, especially when he sat in the driver's seat of the L300 and found the windshield in front of him blurred, even two meters away from the figure could not be seen clearly.

People outside the car have started welding the doors to death, not even the Nissan 180SX driven by a short man, his voice coming from the walkie-talkie in the passenger seat, "Well, have you had any pleasant memories, Mr. Tuya? ”

The latter, though unanswered, could tell from his breath that he was not as calm as he seemed, and a moment later Takeda also spoke, with only one simple sentence, “Stay close to me. ”

Zhang Heng knew that this sentence was true of him. In this environment, the people leading the front are undoubtedly the most dangerous. I'm afraid the severity of the environment is still higher than it was 22 years ago.

However, Takeda is also in no condition comparable to his 22-year peak because he has not touched the steering wheel for more than two decades under oath.

In fact, just three minutes after the start, Takeda also rubbed into a facing Buick. Good thing he held the steering wheel in his hand, Dodge Viper didn't tip over, but less than half a minute apart, he almost hit the isolation belt on a bend.

The laughter of the short man rang from the walkie-talkie, “What's the matter, Mr. Tuya, it's just not going to work, we ran off less than a tenth of the time. ”

Takeda didn't speak at all, and now he doesn't even have the kung fu to open his mouth. The sweat runs down his nose and falls on his jeans.

The vision was really bad, it was late at night, and there were no lights, and the scrubbed windows were a blur in everything. He could only tell the location of the car from the head-to-head lights, which consumed a lot of energy, but for a moment his eyes and brain had reached their limits.

Takeda didn't know how much longer he could last, and just as his breathing was getting more and more disturbed, the L300 that was behind him suddenly accelerated beyond him.

Zhang Heng's voice came out of the walkie-talkie, “I'll take the lead. You rest, we'll exchange in four minutes. ”

Takeda also wanted to refuse, but he was really overpaid, and Zhang Heng's calm voice sounded particularly reliable in this crazy game.

He did not just stand up and succeed, in an environment where the ability to react to drivers and observe forecasting was a test, and where young people undoubtedly prevailed.

More importantly, luck should be on his side tonight.

Zhang Heng removed [Lucky Rabbit's Feet] from his pocket and hung it in front of the mirror.

He may be the bottom of the troika, but luck and bad luck really play a decisive role in this way tonight.

For two minutes, Zhang Heng didn't even meet a car.

And at this point, the voice of the short man came out of the walkie-talkie again, “Was that the same game that Mr. Tuya used to play behind his teammates? ”

Takeda Chu also smelled the shame in his eyes. Zhang Heng saw yellow Dodge's body from the rear view mirror starting to shake around, indicating that Takeda Chu, who was driving, had also lost his mind.

The owner of the aquaculture store smiled sadly, "You want revenge for Naoto Asano, just do it directly to me, why involve others? ”

Shorty man snorted coldly, "Weren't you angry with Naoto Asano and the others? ”

Zhang Heng heard a move in his heart, and the doubts that had been circling his mind were finally lifted at this moment.

“You... are not here to avenge Naoto Asano, but Kobayashi, right? ”

The end of the walkie-talkie is in silence.

A moment later, the voice of the short man sounded again, "Well, you can actually guess my intentions. ”

“The people you disguised as ghosts kidnapped Ameko just to force him to come to the competition. There were not only three people who knew about it. Kobayashi told his mother about it? No, it's impossible, no one will tell their mother about this, so it's his sister... what is your relationship with his sister? ”

Three retrofitted cars flew past at high speed. In the second minute and forty-two seconds, Zhang Heng encountered the first car coming. He turned the steering wheel, swayed the rear of the car, and the L300 dangerously rubbed each other over.

Zhang Heng's brain was exceptionally calm at this moment. He thought of a ridiculous possibility, "Wait, are you... Kobayashi's sister? ”

The first time he saw a short man, he felt a little weird about him. In addition to the latter's proximity to the height and shape of the woman, because he was the only one who didn't expose the tattoo. The group of people who disguised themselves as ghost eyes took a lot of thought. The reason the short man didn't expose the tattoo like the others was because he was more afraid to be seen as having no throat knot.

Sounds, on the contrary, are the simplest, they're all wearing masks, but it's a transducer thing.