Today Was Sunday Again

The people nearby also realized that something was wrong.

The Fatty stood on the steps, craning his neck. "What's going on with the doctor? Why's he going around for a fourth lap?"

Xiao Qiao stared curiously at the ambulance, which was going faster and faster.

Only Chu Changge looked like he understood. "I suggest you stay away from that car. It may be on the verge of going out of control."

At that, the Fatty immediately backed away several steps.

He watched as the ambulance sped up, until it was going at an astonishing speed.

One lap around this road was at least three hundred meters. When the ambulance passed in front of them, it kicked up a fierce gust of wind. But before they'd even recovered from the first gust, Gu Mian came around again, bringing another one with him.

"Holy shit!" The Fatty's eyes widened. "It's still speeding up. Has this car gone crazy?"

The person best qualified to say whether the car had gone crazy was the one riding in it.

A fierce wind poured in through the windows, and the instructor shouted over the roar, "Stop! Stop the car!"

"I can't, Instructor." As he spoke, Gu Mian frantically wrenched the steering wheel. Everyone knew you had to slow down to turn, but the car was already going too fast to brake. All he could do was drift around the turns, car and all.

The instructor had never seen anything like this. He nearly slammed his head into the window before he could react.

He gripped the handle overhead with all his might, trying to steady himself.

What kind of day was this?

Weren't these players supposed to be weak? Hadn't players around the world died more than a billion times not long after the game began?

He never expected that the first group of players he had to deal with would have such a high survival rate.

A high survival rate was one thing, but why weren't any of the ghosts showing up during the road test?

Fine, the ghosts weren't showing up. But what was going on now? The exam vehicles in his instance were absolutely not supposed to malfunction!

While he was still reeling, Gu Mian drifted around another turn, and the instructor nearly slammed headfirst into the windshield again.

As Gu Mian turned the wheel, he said, "It seems to be going even faster. But don't worry, Instructor. The last instance I entered had a malfunction too. They even forced it offline for maintenance, but I still made it out alive."

The instructor suddenly whipped his head around. "What did you say?"

The car jolted again, making his head throb with pain, but he no longer cared. He stared at Gu Mian, eyes almost bulging out of his head. "What did you just say?"

Gu Mian glanced at him. "The last instance. I think it was called Vengeful Spirit High School. It forced me to stay a few extra hours, but then it collapsed on its own before time was up."

The instructor could no longer hold himself back. He glared at Gu Mian and cried out, "It was you!"

"You were the one who broke that instance!"

He'd received an internal game notice saying that an instance had collapsed because a player had tampered with something that was off-limits. He'd laughed at that instance, but who would've thought he'd run into the very same menace himself?

The car drifted again.

Gu Mian was still trying to explain. "I didn't do anything, really. I just took down a talisman."

The instructor roared from beside him, "Players aren't supposed to be able to take that talisman down!"

Gu Mian suddenly understood. "Like how you said this car wasn't supposed to malfunction, right?"

The instructor finally understood why that other instance had collapsed.

He'd thought it was poorly built and had some bugs, but now it was obvious that the instance wasn't the problem. This player was!

The ghosts in this car were probably too scared to come out because of this menace, too. Who knew what he'd done at the Written Test Center?

The car was already going at a terrifying speed. If this went on, it might break apart from the sheer force.

It was also becoming almost impossible to control. Even turning was difficult, and the steering wheel was on the verge of slipping out of control.

"Instructor," Gu Mian suddenly said over the roar of the speeding car, "for your safety and mine..."

The instructor looked at him. "What are you going to do?"

"I think we should force this car to stop."

The car was already veering off its designated track. It sped up onto the steps, where Chu Changge and the others were standing.

The Fatty yelped in fright, grabbed the two people beside him, and ran beneath the building with them.

Fortunately, Gu Mian managed to get the car back under control in time and steered it onto the road again.

The instructor's anxious voice came from beside him. "How are you going to make it stop—"

He broke off mid-sentence when he saw Gu Mian driving straight toward two other test vehicles parked by the roadside.

At the same time, Gu Mian said, "There's a gap between those two cars. It's not very wide, but if I drive through it, maybe the car will get wedged between them?"

They were both large vehicles. Even if they couldn't stop the ambulance, they should at least slow it down.

"Absolutely not!" the instructor protested loudly. "Those are for the exam! We still need them later—"

But his protest was useless. Gu Mian was in the driver's seat.

Without hesitation, Gu Mian floored it, trying to drive through the gap between the two large vehicles.

But he'd overestimated his driving skills.

The people in the distance watched as the ambulance turned, drifting as if it were trying to steer into the gap between the two vehicles.

But it drifted a little too far.

The car lost control and slammed sideways into their front ends. Gu Mian's spectacular tail swing sent the hearse tipping over and crashing hard into the prison van.

In an instant, the two vehicles that had been neatly parked at the roadside toppled over.

The hearse and prison van crashed into each other and fell onto their sides. Both front ends were caved in, and they looked beyond repair.

The ambulance, on the other hand, was barely damaged. Under the three people's astonished gazes, it sped away.

The Fatty swallowed. "Is the doctor... taking revenge on society?"

Inside the cab, the instructor was almost going crazy. "You son of a bitch! You wrecked every last one of them!"

He'd been looking forward to watching waves of players struggle on the brink of death in this instance. Instead, Gu Mian had turned it into a one-use-only instance.

He hadn't seen any players struggling on the brink of death, but now the ghosts might be the ones doing that.

"Don't panic, Instructor," Gu Mian reassured him. "I lost control just now. Let's try again. I've got some experience now. I'll definitely get it right next time."

The instructor stared at him in disbelief. "What are you planning to do now?"

Gu Mian looked toward the building of the Written Test Center. "There's another building over there."

He couldn't just ram the car into a wall to stop it. He'd die too.

But he could wedge it in a doorway.

The main entrance at the bottom of the building was too wide. It probably wouldn't hold the car, but Gu Mian remembered a stairwell beside the lobby. It looked just the right size to wedge the car in.

"Hang in there, Instructor!" Gu Mian encouraged him.

"No! I'm not hanging in there! Don't drive over there!"

Of course, Gu Mian wasn't about to listen.

The bloodstained ambulance charged up the steps.

Chu Changge and the other two immediately scattered. Amid the instructor's furious cursing, Gu Mian drove the ambulance straight through the entrance of the Written Test Center.

"Crash—"

The sound of the glass doors shattering rang especially clearly in the night.

The battered ambulance burst into the lobby. It was even darker inside than it was outside, but Gu Mian still drove toward a certain spot from memory.

Chu Changge and the others, who had scattered earlier, gathered again at the entrance and stared at the ambulance that had barreled into the building.

The vehicle plowed ahead, then finally let out a clunk as it crashed into the stairwell entrance.

At last, it stopped.