The chaotic scene appeared before the Guardian like a kaleidoscope.

The car that was moving rapidly and out of control rushed straight out of the sloped track that seemed to be born for this moment like a wild horse.

The loose and fragile barbed wire cannot withstand this destructive blow. It cannot stop the car from coming in and can only fall heavily in the roar of the engine.

As for the car, it hit the ground of the external main road and highway like a falling meteorite.

This is an abnormal point that breaks the calm daily life.

None of the drivers driving on the road expected to happen.

Of course, no one could have expected this kind of thing to happen.

So, the first car that was coming towards him caught him off guard and hit the black high-end car falling from the sky.

What happened next was a grand disaster, a grand event from hell.

The collision of the first car with it represents the beginning of everything that follows.

With the first impact, the second, third and fourth time followed.

The torrent of steel was instantly stopped in front of this black car in the highway, like a wooden board inserted into a sink.

The guardian stared at the screen with his eyes fixed on it. At this moment, the collisions, screams and squeezes sounded on this road gradually painted a magnificent epic scroll in her heart.

Then the picture faded out and everything became blurred.

Just when the Guardian thought the picture in front of him was about to disappear, a newspaper was displayed on the screen.

[Extreme traffic accident: A serial collision occurred in the XX section of the XX section, killing 25 people and injuring 17 people. According to surveillance video, at the 90-hour XX section in the afternoon of the XX section, a black car crashed out from the barbed wire on the side of the road and drove to the center of the main traffic road of the section. This behavior immediately caused a silver car to directly collide with it, and caused all traffic accidents after the section.]

[It is reported that this section of the road belongs to the main traffic road of the city. There is a large amount of traffic on weekdays. On the day of the accident, an oil tanker happened to be driving on this road. When the accident occurred, the oil tanker overturned in the middle of the road due to emergency braking, collided with the vehicle behind and exploded violently, causing a second accident.]

[There are two people in the vehicle involved in the accident, but unfortunately, both of them have died in the accident. According to our knowledge, sitting in the driver's seat of the black car was the founder of a high-tech company, and the passenger seat was a senior executive of a well-known company in the city. This time he came to negotiate investment matters with the founder, but he encountered such an accident.]

[In addition, according to the investigation, the black car is an experimental product "autonomous driving car" produced by the founder company. It was introduced on the front page of our newspaper on October 10 last year. The accident should be an out-of-control accident caused by a failure of the autonomous driving system. However, the company's senior staff strongly denied this, making the truth of the accident confusing.]

The screen buzzed and disappeared.

Then the next light lit up, and like before, flashing directly in front of the Guardian.

...

Somehow, the Guardian always felt a vague sense of familiarity waving to her.

This sense of familiarity is not only reflected in the pictures just now, but also in every corner of this space.

But despite this, she had no place to go outside the next place.

Her body moved, and her eyes gathered on the flashing screen in front of her.

Strangely, although the things that appear on those screens are quite clear, if you don't get close to see, you will see nothing, which is like a mandatory requirement that you have to do something.

The Guardian gradually approached the screen, and the things presented on the screen made her a little confused.

It was a garbage station full of scrap metal and scrapped vehicles.

I don’t know when these pictures that appear on the screen are no longer game pictures, but are completely real.

She didn't understand what the relationship was between these pictures, but she felt that what these were expressing to herself.

And everything that appears in the picture changes over time.

From the scenes of the first act to the present, they are all staged in an order from ancient times to the present.

At least that's what she feels.

What appeared in front of her now was a hill piled up by scrapped vehicles.

"Crack." A jerky sound echoed in the screen, and a robotic arm hanging from an electromagnet reached in front of the Guardian's screen.

The rusty giant tongs of the robotic arm flipped through the steel hill in front of him, trying to find some treasure here.

Its not-so-fine movement made the Guardian feel a little worried that it might crush these already ragged things.

However, it stopped after rummaging for a few times, which made the Guardian breath for no reason.

"Come on, see, is this the car you are looking for?" A rough voice rang out of the screen.

Although the Guardian could not see the person talking, she felt that this person should be a strong uncle with a stubborn face and an old vest stained with oil.

"Yes, take it out, it's trouble." Another middle-aged man full of magnetism replied.

This sound...The Guardian always feels very familiar with it.

"As long, just say yes, then I'll start work." said a rough voice.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of creaking filled the entire screen.

The strong robot arm firmly clamped the wreckage of a rusty car with the electromagnet in its palm and dragged it out in one breath.

Along with the car, there were many broken parts buried in this mountain.

But those are nothing, they are just victims driven by this car.

The rusty long arm of steel casts pulls up the same rusty abandoned vehicle and then gently places it on the clearings beside it.

"Okay, the matter is done for you. You can go down and see it yourself. The scrap iron lump is yours now." A rough voice sounded, and the master of the voice clapped his hands while talking.

"Okay, thank you, I'll just call you to get the money." The middle-aged man's voice was very gentle.

"Don't, I'm different from you civilized people. I only charge cash." The rough voice seemed to not accept it.

"Is this true? Although I don't have cash, do you think the car I just drove over can be paid for? "The middle-aged man thought for a while.

"You...serious?" The rough voice sounded a little unbelievable.
Chapter completed!