Chapter 10: Traffic Accident

What kind of mind Meng Fan often thinks of a great country with strong combat power, but abandons the ambition of power and quietly hides behind human society.

The world is sinister, and even the humble weak expect to squirm in the danger of power. Even if the road to the peak of power is full of traps, it will wither quickly like a locusts soaked in salt water.

Because in this world, power represents everything, money, women, supreme authority, everything that people are crazy about and pursue.

And these four families, which have been passed down for thousands of years, have absolute combat power, but act low-key and never appear hegemony over others. It's really incredible.

Maybe they have their own reasons. Meng Fan stood by the window and looked at the city, thinking of the loneliness when the big country left, which was a little sad.

It has been a whole month since the departure of the big country. After the big country returned to Shandong, it once made a phone call back. Since then, there has been no news.

Meng Fan also tried to contact the big country, but his phone could no longer be connected.

It's early May, and it's the season when spring is warm and flowers bloom. This year, the spring in Northeast China is particularly dull. Until this time, when the warm spring comes, the ice and snow melts, and the air floats with the fragrance of charming soil and fresh green grass.

Since the great country left, Meng Fan has never been to the game hall or even used his ability. Somehow, Meng Fan felt guilty after learning of the news of the death of his brother, as if his death was related to himself.

The identity of a power person, it doesn't matter!

"Ah--" The warm sunshine in the morning enveloped him. Meng Fan stretched out lazily, left the window, opened the door and walked into the living room.

Without a big country, this villa is much more deserted. The mouse stayed up all night as usual, and his glasses were too lazy to get the Internet in the living room. He lived in his room all day long to program, and disappeared from morning to night.

Loneliness is not a person's world. Sometimes, you can be happy alone.

However, now, Meng Fan feels a powerless loneliness, boundless and endless.

The mouse once said, "Xiaofan, find a girlfriend. I'll introduce you to one!"

Glasses often say, "Meng Fan, do you want to learn programming from me? The world of computers is full of wonderful things."

Meng Fan shook his head, as if it was not what he wanted.

And now, I can't figure out what I want.

The more than 600,000 won at the beginning is basically useless except for paying rent and eating. Now there are still 600,000 left, which is enough for an ordinary person. Meng Fan rented a small shop near the school, invited two chefs, and opened a cold noodle restaurant.

North Korean cold noodles, dog soup, the characteristics of Northeast China. Since the opening of the cold noodle restaurant for more than half a month, although the business is not particularly deserted, it can only maintain no loss. It's not easy to make money. It can't be compared with making 500,000 yuan in half a minute in the game hall.

However, Meng Fan was also happy to abandon his identity as a power and return to ordinary people.

Meng Fan still does not go to class. In fact, in this third-rate university, there are very few students who study at ease. Poor boys are doing part-time jobs, and even two of them find Meng Fan and want to work part-time to wash dishes in his cold noodle restaurant. Rich boys are picking up girls, and the small hotel outside the school is the place they often visit. As for those beautiful girls, they are either supported by rich middle-aged people or as girls in high-end clubs.

What's wrong with this world?

Who knows?

Meng Fan walked around the living room, found two slices of bread and half a bottle of jam from the refrigerator, ate it randomly, and then went out.

This villa is only ten minutes away from Meng Fan's cold noodle restaurant. When Meng Fan arrived at the cold noodle restaurant, it was exactly 10 a.m., which was the time when the cold noodle restaurant opened.

After a while of rectification, at 10:30, two chefs and a waiter came to work, but before lunch time, Meng Fan was bored and played red ten yuan with them for a while. The two chefs were obviously masters. In half an hour, they won more than 50 yuan of Meng Fan, which seemed to be happy. Very happy.

People are really easy to satisfy.

At 11 o'clock, business came one after another, and the two chefs and waiters began to be busy. Meng Fan just sat at the door and was responsible for collecting money.

Five yuan a bowl of cold noodles and ten yuan for dog soup. The weather is getting warmer, and the number of people eating cold noodles is gradually increasing. Today's business is obviously better than yesterday. After a while, there is an extra stack of cash in the money cabinet, totaling more than 200 yuan.

At 2:00 p.m., the total turnover was 673 yuan. At this time, after lunch time, the business was deserted again. Meng Fan sat for several hours with backache. He stood up and walked out of the cold noodle restaurant, ready to stretch out his waist to relax his muscles and bones.

Out of the cold noodle restaurant, it is a big intersection, with red lights and green lights, and orderly rules.

Across the road, a six- or seven-year-old girl, blushed and chubby, holding a green balloon drawn into a smiling face in her hand, jumping and very cute.

She stood by the roadside and looked left and right from time to time. Obviously, she was waiting for the red light. Meng Fan stood in the shade of trees by the roadside, stretched out his waist and smiled at the balloon in her hand, feeling comfortable.

The red light turned green, and the little girl jumped onto the crosswalk.

'squeak--', the harsh sound of tires and sliding on the ground suddenly sounded, and a gray BMW seemed not to see a red light and crooked into the crosswalk.

The little girl turned her head doubtfully, and her big smart eyes were suddenly full of panic.

It's not good! Without hesitation, Meng Fan quickly rushed into the crosswalk.

Hurry up, faster!

There is only more than two meters between the BMW and the little girl, and the little girl has been stunned and does not move.

"No--" Meng Fan shouted and jumped hard.

The little girl was pushed away, but Meng Fan was completely exposed to the car, and the fast-flying BMW was only one meter away from him.

Damn it, stop it! Meng Fan shouted angrily in his heart.

'Bang', the BMW suddenly made a deafening roar and stopped 20 centimeters away in front of Meng Fan without any signs.

The sky and the earth seemed to calm down suddenly. Meng Fan stood up, his eyes were like fire, and stared straight at the skewed gray BMW.

The little girl was stunned for a while and finally burst into tears.

"I'll fuck your mother and come out!" Meng Fan slammed the BMW door and did not respond at all.

"Open the door for me!" Meng Fan shouted again.

'Ka', weird, the door made a slight sound and opened in response to the sound.

In the driver's position, a bloated fat man was full of wine and yawning.

"Damn it!"

"Bastard!"

......

A group of people gathered around and condemned it, but no one dared to go up and drag the fat man out.

Someone called the police. The traffic police were really efficient, but in five minutes, two motorcycles printed with 'traffic law enforcement' came. One of them walked behind the BMW, saw the license plate, frowned, got on the car and parked on the side of the road. Then, regardless of the instructions of the crowd, the two got on the motorcycle and left.

The little girl was still crying. Her knee was scratched and she was very frightened. It was very pitiful.

"Little sister, are you all right?" Meng Fan came to the little girl and asked softly.

"Big brother, my balloon is missing."

Meng Fan looked up and saw that in the blue sky, the green balloon with a smiling face had become a faintly unrecognizable point and gradually disappeared in the dazzling sunlight.

Meng Fan was a little sad. The innocent little girl didn't expect how close she was to death just now, but she was still concerned about the beautiful smiling face that disappeared in the sky.

Sultanly, Meng Fan turned his head and looked at the BMW quietly parked by the roadside, with a frightening sharp light in his eyes.

Da Damn it!

Da Damn it!

No matter what kind of power you have, even if the traffic police dare not investigate you, you deserve to die!

Meng Fan was furious and walked to the BMW step by step.

There was a pig-like snoring sound from the car. Obviously, the drunken fat man was still sleeping soundly.

Meng Fan gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Go hit the telephone pole by the roadside and hit it as fast as possible!"

Just now, at the moment of life and death, the BMW clearly obeyed the order in his heart, which Meng Fan was very sure of.

Because at such a distance, the brake is far too late, and only powers beyond the physical rules can make BMW stop suddenly.

More than a month ago, Meng Fan tried to control the car and failed completely. I didn't expect that today, under such a life-and-death opportunity, I succeeded in obtaining such an ability. It's really incredible.

Sure enough, the BMW engine sounded, the tires rotated quickly, rubbed against the ground, and hissed.

Suddenly, the BMW was like an arrow off the string, shooting out quickly, but at a distance of ten meters, the speed actually accelerated to more than 250.

'Boom', BMW hit a roadside telephone pole fiercely. Under the action of such a high speed, the car body was twisted and deformed and compressed to half of the normal length. Under such circumstances, it is a miracle that the people in the car can survive.

Strangely, the poles are intact and not even have any vibration.

At the moment the car crashed into the telegraph pole, Meng Fan seemed to have a door opened in his heart and suddenly became enlightened.

"What's going on?"

"Traffic accident, call the police!"

......

Suddenly, another group of people gathered around the scrapped BMW and talked about it.

When I heard the BMW crash, the two traffic policemen just came back and came with them, and there was a white ambulance.

"It's hopeless. It's dead. Call the funeral home. Really, you dare to drive after drinking so much wine!" The doctor in a white coat reached into the car, explored the fat man's nostrils for a while, and came to a conclusion.

"It's impossible. He slept so hard. How can he get up and drive?" The traffic policeman who parked the BMW on the roadside just now whispered doubtfully.

Meng Fan looked on coldly, as if watching a wonderful oboe play, and his heart was full of the pleasure of revenge.