Chapter 5 Prevention
The countdown timer in the upper corner, now showing 5 seconds left, confirmed her suspicions, making her realize how much precious time she had wasted due to the changes on the road game panel.
The moment she realized what was happening, she rushed to the exit to leave the instance before the explosion. But when the countdown reached 4 seconds, she thought that if she just went out like that, she would die again without being able to drive, and then experience the passive resurrection effect of the cycle of reincarnation.
What to do? Not knowing how to drive is a complete disaster in this road survival game! The question flashed through her mind simultaneously with a comment she saw on screen when she died…
'She has 30 minutes; she wants to collect fewer supplies and take the opportunity to observe how others navigate the dungeon, so she won't die in the competition.'
Just then, the tall, handsome black-haired man who was running away from the opposite side was about to pass through her body. At this moment, they were superimposed on each other like clipping in a game, which made her suddenly remember what she had heard earlier about his ability to fix cars.
If someone can repair cars, they're probably also able to drive. Oh well, they're just NPCs anyway, so it's not illegal to steal them. I'll just steal a driver first. If they can't, I'll find someone else who can when they're revived.
She refused to believe that she wouldn't be able to find a driving NPC in the three-minute resurrection time. With that thought, she immediately reached out and grabbed the arm of the tall, handsome man with black hair, wanting to pull him along to escape towards the dungeon exit.
But she found nothing. Then she realized that since the other party could pass through her body, she couldn't touch him like she could collect those items. If she couldn't touch him, wouldn't she be unable to find a driver NPC no matter how many three-minute intervals she had?
Three minutes was simply not enough time for her to leave this house, whose corridors were only so long, and go outside to find a driver to learn how to drive. What should she do? She looked at the countdown timer in the upper corner, feeling a mix of the countdown and the tense fear of an impending bomb explosion.
Perhaps it's because I have a strong ability to respond to crises, but I subconsciously thought that if I could use my inventory space to put this NPC into my space, would I be able to take him out of this daily dungeon space without touching him?
Perhaps the backpack space is due to her soul ability, or perhaps it's because of the special state where the other party is currently superimposed on her, or perhaps the backpack space is a kind of spacetime skill.
Just as she had this thought, the tall, handsome man with black hair suddenly disappeared from her sight. At the same time, she could sense that an identical humanoid storage item had appeared in her backpack.
Sensing this, and seeing the countdown had jumped to 3 seconds, Feng Xing Shou didn't have time to think and immediately fled towards the dungeon exit...
"Bang! Bang!"
Amidst the deafening explosion, she was unaware that in 2007 Japan, beneath an apartment building, a handsome man with curly black hair, after hearing his best friend's last words, watched the black smoke billowing from the top floor and let out a heart-wrenching scream.
Just a few hours later, a dejected and grief-stricken Matsuda Jinpei looked at his colleagues from the fire department and the forensic department and asked a question that came from the depths of his soul: "Do you even know what you're saying?"
"Mr. Matsuda! Although it's unbelievable, the evidence suggests that something unexpected has happened."
“We didn’t find any human tissue belonging to Hagiwara at the scene, not even any fragments of his uniform, uh… except for his bomb disposal helmet.”
"According to other team members who are currently receiving treatment in the hospital, Hagiwara had taken off his bomb disposal helmet before the explosion because the equipment was too heavy and the inside was very stuffy. He didn't have time to put it back on during the emergency evacuation."
"But Hagiwara Sandown
Since he was the last runner, no one witnessed what happened, so we can't explain why we didn't find any of his body parts.
Upon hearing their answer, Matsuda Jinpei asked sadly, "Could it be that the blast wave from the explosion blew him outside the building and caused him to fall to the ground outside?"
"No! The prisoner placed eight eggs in the corridor. The eight eggs were located far from the windows at both ends of the corridor, so the explosive power was not that strong."
"According to the on-site investigation, it was determined that only the smoke from the explosion shattered the windows, and apart from some glass shards, nothing else fell to the ground outside the building."
"No bloodstains or human tissue were found around the building."
"In short... just like the legendary disappearance of a spirit, Hagiwara-san just vanished without a trace."
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Three seconds later, Feng Xing Shou sat in his car, patting his chest with lingering fear. He could still feel the fiery, powerful propulsion of the blast wave sweeping up from behind. He thought to himself that he absolutely couldn't forget the countdown for the next dungeon.
At the same time, the familiar highway game announcement popped up in front of her again. She closed the announcement without surprise and looked at the other cars that had already driven off.
Hoping her guess was right and that her expectations wouldn't be disappointed, she moved herself to the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and 'took' the tall, handsome, dark-haired man out of her backpack.
As she consciously manipulated the space in her backpack, a tall, handsome man with dark hair appeared out of thin air in the driver's seat. Without thinking about what the viewers watching the live stream would think, she asked him in Chinese, "Can you drive?"
"Yes!" Kenji Hagiwara, who had passed the first level of the Chinese character proficiency test, answered subconsciously when he heard the question. Only then did he realize that he was at a bomb disposal site, where eight remotely controllable eggs were about to explode. How did he end up here?
Sang, an elite police academy member from the bomb disposal team, realized what was happening and immediately looked around to gather intelligence on his current situation. To his shock, he found himself in a car that was like an old relic, without air conditioning, a smart control panel, or automatic transmission.
Ahead of the car window, countless cars with unidentifiable license plates sped along, dodging obstacles and heading forward. Where was this place? Why was this the scene? Hell couldn't possibly be like this, could it?
Just as he was lost in a great confusion, Feng Xingshou saw that he could understand Chinese, although the pronunciation was a bit strange, but he seemed to be able to speak Chinese. His eyes lit up immediately, and he hurriedly said to him, "It's good that you can drive. Now drive this car forward immediately. No matter what, we must not fall into the last 10 places, otherwise we will all die."
"What do you mean?" Kenji Hagiwara was only able to snap out of his daze when he heard the voice and saw a man who looked to be in his 30s sitting in the passenger seat next to him.
Her figure, cough cough... a bit plump, and her body odor wasn't pleasant, as if she hadn't showered much recently, with a slightly sweaty smell. His keen senses immediately led him to deduce that his presence here must be related to her, and perhaps only she could answer his questions.
Seeing the other cars getting further and further away, Feng Xingshou said anxiously, "You drive first, I'll explain later. We only have a little over two minutes. If we end up in the last 10 spots within two minutes, you and I will both die. Hurry up..."
"OK!" Seeing her anxious eyes...
Unlike any faked track, the racetrack in front of the car window, capable of accommodating thousands of vehicles side by side, was impressive enough. Kenji Hagiwara knew that no such wide track existed in the real world.
Given that he was previously in a life-threatening situation, and now feels that his body is alive here, he can deduce that something incredible may have happened to him.
But the woman beside him seemed to realize that if he focused solely on finding out the truth, he might miss his only chance to survive. And coincidentally, driving was one of his strengths, so he started the car and immediately drove off towards the racetrack...
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Feng Xingshou watched as the other driver started the car and then entered some extraordinary state. Under his control, the beat-up car shot forward like an arrow, accurately avoiding every obstacle, and caught up with the last car in less than 10 seconds.
When other vehicles tried to block his way and prevent him from overtaking, he weaved through the traffic with incredible driving skills, making it seem as if in the blink of an eye, her car was surrounded by cars in front and behind her.
I've heard that driver's licenses are graded, so is this person's driving skill high-level? If so, I've struck gold! But shouldn't he be cannon fodder in the background during the daily bomb explosion? How can he have such high driving skills?
Or is this highway survival system just incredibly wealthy and technologically advanced, even granting cannon fodder advanced driving skills? Doesn't that seem like a waste? While it might seem to benefit me, I wonder if using NPCs as drivers is against the rules…
"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Just as she was having all sorts of speculations about the superb driving skills displayed by the unfamiliar NPC, the continuous collisions and explosions brought her back to her senses.
"Oh no, there's been a car accident behind us. We have to find a way to turn around and see if we can help." At the same time, Kenji Hagiwara, who was driving, reached for his seatbelt and said anxiously.
Seeing that none of the surrounding vehicles stopped because of the serious accident behind them, and without any sound indicating that the race should be stopped because of the accident, even he, with his good temper, couldn't help but get angry and said, "Why hasn't the race organizer stopped the race yet?"
Seeing his reaction, Feng Xingshou was surprised that an NPC could have such a strong sense of social responsibility. He felt ashamed and grabbed Feng Xingshou's hand as he was unbuckling his seatbelt.
Turning her head away from his gaze, she forced herself to speak in a flat voice, "It's no use. This race won't stop because of any deaths, and the accident just now won't be the last one."
My last accident was no different from the one I'm in now, except my death was more ridiculous and attracted more ridicule. There are no merciful rescue measures in road games, and no one will save someone they don't know in this situation if they're trying to survive...
"Why?" For a moment, Kenji Hagiwara felt that his understanding of Chinese was flawed, but the woman's voice beside him trembled involuntarily, and her tone, which was trying to suppress her emotions, made it impossible for him to say any more words.
Feng Xingshou dared not look into the other person's eyes, afraid of seeing reproach in them. He tried to suppress the urge to stop and help others, thinking that everyone should look out for themselves. He had already died once and did not want to die again. When he died, no vehicle stopped to help him.
He replied, seemingly cold and ruthless, "Have you forgotten what I told you at the beginning? The last ten finishers in this race will die, so nobody wants to be one of the last ten. Therefore, even if it causes a crash, nobody will stop."
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