"How do you hail a car on a mountain road?"
"The road is so narrow and dirty, there might even be dog poop..."
"And on this mountain, could there be wild boars?"
As Sun Aoxue chattered nonstop along the way, Chen Dashan, overwhelmed by her questions, suddenly stopped in his tracks. Unaware, Sun Aoxue bumped her head into Chen Dashan's back, her nose stung so much that tears nearly escaped. Holding her nose with her small hand and frowning, she mumbled unclearly, "What's up with you?"
"I'm talking to you."
Chen Dashan helplessly said, "Sister, if it weren't for my kind heart thinking I've dragged you into this and even ruined the police car, you'd better go on your own. These people are clearly well-prepared, and staying here isn't waiting for a car, it's waiting for death."
"There are many ways to kill someone. When you don't have the ability to control everything, you should use your brain more—it's a good thing."
