The Murderer Hid Under My RV, and I Drove into No Man's Land to Play Wilderness Survival with Him.

There seems to be something locked in my RV. There is always less raw meat in the car refrigerator, and I hear the sound of chewing late at night intentionally or unintentionally. When buying a car, the original owner Qian Dingzhuwan told him: "The chassis storage box is welded shut for insulation. Do not dismantle it." In my last life, I thought there was a big rat in the car. Until I was in the service area, I opened the movable panel under the bed and met a pair of bloodshot eyes. That was the brother of the original car owner who was wanted as a murderer with a reward on his head. I wanted to call the police, but he choked me tightly. Finally, they stuffed me into a dark room full of excrement and suffocated me to death. I opened my eyes suddenly and returned to the day when I started my self-driving trip. Listening to the faint breathing coming from under the bed board again, I sneered and put down my cell phone, which was about to call the police, and then stepped on the accelerator. This time, I drove the car into no man's land and played wilderness survival game with him.