People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 140 Texas is most famous for...

Suren stepped forward and nodded: "If you're going the same way, I hope we can hitch a ride."

"Get on the bus, there are still empty seats in the back."

The man in the driver's seat readily agreed.

Suren opened the car door and sat in the somewhat cramped back seat.

Five young people were sitting in the carriage.

"My name is Sally Hardysty, and this is my boyfriend, Jerry."

The blonde girl in the passenger seat enthusiastically pointed to the man in the driver's seat and introduced him.

Then she pointed to the boy sitting next to Suren: "This is my brother, Franklin."

Suren turned her head and saw a slightly chubby boy with somewhat atrophied legs, sitting in a wheelchair at the back of the carriage.

Suren nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

As for the other couple in the car, Sally just mentioned them briefly, and Suren didn't pay much attention to them either.

Suren gave a brief thank you and introduced himself.

"Surren? That's a cool name."

Sally smiled and looked at him for a few seconds. "What are you doing alone on this road? Are you on vacation too?"

I guess so.

Suren leaned back in her seat. "The car broke down. We were planning to go to Maine."

"Maine?"

Sally shrugged regretfully. "That's really unfortunate. That wasn't on our road trip itinerary. We—"

"By the way, Suren."

Jerry, who was driving, suddenly spoke up, interrupting their conversation.

He gripped the steering wheel, seemingly displeased with his girlfriend's excessive attention to the handsome stranger.

"We're on vacation this time, so we can stop wherever we want and have a lot of freedom."

Jerry glanced at Suren in the rearview mirror. "We might have to stop in that small town for a day or two. If you're in a hurry—"

"It's okay."

Suren nodded.

This ride will take him as far as it can.

"Sizzle"

As they drove through the area for a long time, the car radio began broadcasting local news: "—Recently, a horrific case of large-scale grave robbing and mutilation occurred at a cemetery near Newt County."

"Several bodies that had been buried recently were stolen, and some of the remains were even pieced together by the killer into bizarre works of art and placed on the tombstones."

"The police are currently conducting a full investigation."

Upon hearing this news, the atmosphere in the carriage immediately became somewhat subdued.

"I hope nothing bad happens to Grandpa's grave—"

Sally sat in the passenger seat, her hands clasped tightly together.

They made a special detour to Texas because they saw this news.

Their family home is near Newt County, and after his grandfather passed away, he was buried in the cemetery where the grave-robbing incident occurred.

Sally couldn't feel at ease continuing her journey without coming to see for herself.

Franklin wiped the sweat from his brow: "Don't scare yourself, Sally. That cemetery is so big, the murderer couldn't have just chosen Grandpa."

"This place sounds really eerie."

Jerry muttered something, expressing his displeasure at his girlfriend's suggestion to come to this place.

In this oppressive atmosphere, the group chatted idly in the car.

"Hey, there's a hitchhiker up ahead, should we let him on?"

At that moment, Jerry, who was driving, suddenly stepped on the foot brake, slowed down, and asked.

Ahead, on the roadside, stood a ragged man with a canvas bag on his back, waving incessantly at the bread truck.

"There's no room left in the car, and there's stuff in the back. Let's go."

Sally glanced back at the carriage, her gaze sweeping over Suren, and shook her head as she spoke.

Jerry nodded and stepped on the gas.

Just as the bread truck sped past the man, seeing that the truck didn't stop, the man went berserk, chasing after the truck and cursing loudly.

He cursed and spat at the car.

"Is there something wrong with him?"

Franklin scoffed, "Chasing the car, huh?"

"God, thank goodness I didn't let him get in the car."

Shali patted his chest, relieved, and said, "Luckily we ran into Suren first. Otherwise, we would definitely have kindly let him come up."

Another couple echoed this sentiment, expressing their lingering fear of the mentally unstable hitchhiker.

Suren leaned back in her seat; this was Texas, a place known for its simple and honest people.

The car drove for another hour or so.

"Damn it, the gas gauge is almost empty."

Jerry looked at the flashing red light on the dashboard, angrily slammed his hand on the steering wheel, "There seems to be a gas station up ahead, we need to fill up."

The van turned into a dilapidated gas station on the side of the road.

After the car came to a stop, the group of people opened the car doors and got out to get some fresh air and relax.

Sally pulled the girl in the back row along with her to the public restroom on the side of the gas station.

Jerry walked up to the gas pump and shouted to the boss.

A middle-aged man slowly walked out of the house.

He glanced at the car with the out-of-town license plates and shook his head.

"You're out of fuel. You've come at a bad time. The tanker truck won't be here until tomorrow morning at the earliest."

"Out of gas? How are we going to get there?"

Jerry scratched his hair in frustration.

Sitting in the car, Franklin asked loudly, "Boss, do you know if old Franklin's house is still there? I'm his grandson, and I want to go back and see it."

The middle-aged man's eyes flickered when he heard those words.

He wiped the sweat from his brow with the towel around his neck and warned, "You young people from the city, you'd better not wander around those abandoned old houses. You'll definitely get hurt."

After saying that, he pointed to his shop, "How about coming to my shop for some barbecue?"

Jerry glanced at the hungry group and eventually bought some barbecue.

When he was paying the bill, he learned from the owner that if he drove a little further down the road, there was a place called Newt County, where there should be oil.

The group returned to the car and continued their journey.

Sally glanced at Suren, somewhat helplessly: "Suren, it seems I might have to take up a little of your time."

"It's alright, safety first."

Suren glanced at the sausage the other person offered and handed it to Franklin.

If he comes to Texas again in the future, he will definitely insist that he is a vegetarian.

After driving for a while, Jerry looked around and suddenly caught a glimpse of an abandoned two-story building peeking out from the woods at the end of a small road beside the highway.

"Look over there! Isn't that the old house you were talking about?"

Jerry stepped on the brake and asked.

Sally and Franklin peered through the window and nodded excitedly, "That's it! We can't believe this house didn't collapse!"

The car was parked on the side of the road.

Sally, her boyfriend Jerry, and another couple couldn't wait to open the car door and run out.

Sharon turned to look at Suren sitting in the car and said, "Suren, I'd like to reminisce about my childhood in this old house. You can rest in the car for a while, or get out and we can take a walk together."

"No problem, you can go ahead."

Suren smiled.

After the group left with cheers, only Franklin and Suren, who were in wheelchairs, remained in the car.

Franklin watched his companions run off into the distance, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

His disabled legs prevent him from moving like a normal person.

He turned his head and looked at Suren sitting next to him, then pointed somewhat awkwardly to the wooden plank under the car.

"Um—Suren, could you please—"

Suren glanced at him, understood what he meant, and nodded.

However, he did not take the plank as a step.

He went directly behind Franklin, grabbed the armrests on both sides, and with a little effort, lifted Franklin up, wheelchair and all.

"what!"

Franklin was startled and exclaimed in surprise.

By the time he realized what was happening, Suren had already placed him on the ground outside the car.

Franklin stared wide-eyed at Suren's well-proportioned figure, speechless with shock.

With this wheelchair and his weight of over 200 pounds, he must weigh at least 250 pounds.

This person actually picked him up like that?

"I'll push you over there."

Suren placed her hands on the handles. "There are branches and mud pits everywhere here. It's easy for you to get stuck if you push your wheelchair yourself."

"Thanks, bro."

Franklin expressed his gratitude.

Suren pushed the wheelchair and looked at the abandoned house not far away.

What is Texas most famous for?

Poker, roast chicken, and ————

Chainsaw.

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