What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

The skinny man let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and got up from the ground.

"Aba aba..."

"Almost there, don't rush me." The fat man, sweating profusely from exhaustion, said without turning around.

Once the skinny man had caught his breath, he picked up the tools from the ground and began to fill the pit with dirt.

By this time, more than half of the pit had been filled in, and the body bag at the bottom was no longer visible.

The skinny guy shook his head. The dream he just had was so damn real; it scared him to death.

But thankfully it was just a dream.

The two of them huffed and puffed as they filled the hole with soil, then bounced on it for a while to compact it, before scattering leaves and twigs on top as a disguise.

In just a few days, nothing will be visible here anymore.

After finishing all that, the two emerged from the dense forest and returned to their car.

The skinny guy found a cigarette pack in the car and started smoking.

The fat man took out his phone from his pocket, typed two words, and sent them out.

"The matter is settled."

After doing all that, the skinny man drove down the mountain road again.

After driving for a while, he unconsciously turned his head to look at the passenger side mirror.

This sight left him somewhat stunned.

The fat man actually tucked his hair behind his ear.

The skinny man frowned and babbled a few times.

The fat man, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked over with a puzzled expression: "What's wrong?"

The skinny man gestured with his hand, then twirled it near his own ear, his face full of disdain.

"Bullshit! I don't even have a head of hair!" The fat man understood and immediately started cursing.

The skinny guy snorted and ignored him.

The rugged mountain road was overgrown with thorns, making it seem even more difficult to walk than when we were climbing up the mountain.

Skinny people always feel that the mountain road is narrower than before.

The terrain descends continuously, and in the distance, one can vaguely see brightly lit buildings.

But the areas illuminated by the headlights looked increasingly difficult to navigate.

Logically, the road should get easier as you go down, so why does it seem like there's no road at all now?

The thorny vines around the car were very close, as if they were about to poke through the windows.

The skinny man frowned, wondering if he had taken the wrong turn.

Believe it or not, it's quite possible. The mountain paths here are rugged and complicated, and it's nighttime now. If you're not careful, you might go the wrong way.

Thorns on both sides clung to the vehicle, making a rustling sound each time.

The skinny man forgot about smoking and threw his cigarette out the window, but it was blocked by the vines by the window and almost burned his crotch.

"Where the hell are you going? This isn't the way we came from," the fat man cursed.

"Aba, aba..." the skinny man whimpered a few times.

The two rolled up the window.

The headlights shone ahead, but it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything clearly.

The skinny guy said a few words and then braked and stopped on the slope.

"What kind of car are you driving? You drove it all the way into the ditch!" The fat man gritted his teeth in anger.

The skinny man wanted to reverse back, but he was on a slope and the road was narrow, so he couldn't turn around at all.

He helplessly spread his hands and shrugged.

"Dry hanging."

The fat man looked around and saw that it was pitch black, except for the road ahead, which was relatively bright under the headlights.

Although the road is narrow, it is still a road.

It's obviously impossible to turn the car back now, so we can only keep driving and see what happens.

The road leads downhill, and although it's in bad shape, you can eventually get out.

"Let's keep driving." The fat man sighed, covering his forehead with the back of his hand.

The skinny man, who hadn't moved for a while, turned to him and said, "Let's go!"

Before he could even speak, he saw the skinny man staring at him with a puzzled look that made him uncomfortable.

"What are you looking at? Do I have shit on my face?" the fat man snorted.

The skinny guy babbled twice, then did the same thing as the fat guy had done earlier, and then sighed as well.

The fat man immediately flared up: "What do you mean?"

The skinny man's gesture was clearly that of a woman expressing her helplessness.

The skinny guy raised his eyebrows, his eyes darting around, pointed at the fat guy, and babbled twice.

"You mean, that's exactly what I was doing?" The fat man's eyes widened.

The skinny man nodded.

"Nonsense! I'm a real man, a real man who goes up the mountain to fight tigers and comes down to play with women." The fat man spat.

"Hurry up and drive, I'm starving and waiting for food."

"Aba aba." The skinny man scratched his head and nodded.

Looking into the darkness ahead, he released the handbrake and slowly drove forward.

Just as the two were talking, the wind gradually picked up outside, and the surrounding tree branches lashed against the car body, like claws scratching at it.

With a thud, the car jolted, as if a rock had bumped underneath it.

"Slow down, don't drive fast."

The fat man gripped the handrail, staring at the indistinct road in the darkness, his eyes filled with the look of a frightened woman.

The skinny guy was too lazy to pay attention to the fat guy now. Raindrops fell on the windshield, the wipers swayed, and he stared intently at the road ahead, afraid that he might accidentally fall off a cliff and fly off.

The bread cart was moving very slowly, barely faster than walking.

The sound of raindrops pattering against the roof of the car entered the vehicle, like uneven drumbeats.

With visibility obstructed, the bread cart's already dim lighting made it even harder to see the road ahead.

The skinny guy couldn't drive any further, so he pulled the handbrake.

With no visibility, we can only wait for the rain to stop before continuing.

Damn it, what kind of mess is this?

He didn't drive any further, and the fat man didn't object.

After all, with the sudden appearance of terrible weather, it would be very dangerous to drive any further.

Frustrated, the two started smoking in the car.

The skinny man glanced at the fuel gauge and asked in confusion.

The fat man asked, "What's wrong?"

The skinny man pointed to the shimmering light under the fuel gauge and said a few words.

"Damn, out of oil?" The fat man sighed and rubbed his forehead, his gesture resembling that of Lin Daiyu (a character from the classic Chinese novel *Dream of the Red Chamber*).

"Turn off the lights and turn off the car; it's still a long way back."

The skinny man nodded, turned off the lights, and shut off the fire.

The surroundings were plunged into darkness in an instant, with only the sound of branches scraping and raindrops pattering.

The two people in the car couldn't see each other; they could only see two red cigarette butts breathing in the air.

The skinny man puffed out cigarette smoke, flicking the ash at his feet. As his vision adjusted to the darkness, he found that the surroundings were no longer pitch black like they had been after the lights were turned off.

Outside the window, the shadowy branches and twigs swayed in the wind and rain.

The skinny man leaned back in his seat, his eyes opening and closing intermittently.

"Abba aba".

He muttered something under his breath, without using any actual words, but you could tell from his tone that he was cursing.

He kept babbling on and on, but the fat man next to him just kept smoking and ignored him.

The skinny guy grunted, suddenly remembering the dream he'd had while he'd accidentally fallen asleep.

It's so damn strange, even thinking about it now makes me feel a bit stiff.

The dream he just had was so real it gave him the creeps.

He wanted to tell the fat man about his dream, but obviously he couldn't in the dark.

He needs to use gestures and a combination of babbling and other methods when he can see it in order to be able to describe it in a basic way.

And what was with that fat guy just now? His movements were so affected, like a woman's.

The events in his dream, along with the fat man's actions just now, made him shudder.

But he quickly put that association out of his mind.

He smacked his head and turned to look at the fat man.

Why isn't this fatso saying anything?

His faint vision led him to look towards the passenger seat.

Although it's not very clear, the outline of the passenger seat is quite distinct.

He frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

The fat man's bulky body always made him a crowd whenever he rode in any kind of vehicle.

But now, looking over, he saw that the passenger seat was spacious and comfortable.

How is this fat guy sitting like that?

He squinted, mumbled a few more words, and casually reached over and touched something.

This doesn't feel right...

Why is the fat man all sticky, like he's been soaked in rain?

Then, in the darkness, his hand was grabbed.

A sizzling sound came out of the fat man's mouth.

The voice was unclear, but it sounded like a woman's voice, strained and indistinct.