Luo Qianqian had no idea how long they had been driving, only that the light through the crack was getting weaker. Fortunately, she had managed to finish writing on all the pages and on the skin of the book during the brighter moments, hoping someone would find it and tell her mother and brother.
With a 'pop,' a piece of hard paper hit the windshield of the moving black car.
"What the hell, littering!" The driver complained softly, fearful of angering the 'Killer God' behind him, "Luo Qianqian, Luo Shufan, An Zilan? Must be someone's prank, right? Who dares to kidnap under your watch?" The driver said half-flatteringly to the constantly silent 'Killer God'.
The 'Killer God' opened his eyes, his sharp gaze sweeping over the hard paper caught on the wiper, "Hand it to me."
