The Author Was On Her Way To Buy A Frying Pan

On the highway, a white car sped in the afternoon sun towards the city of Dawn. The driver was a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue jacket; on the back seat was a young man about eighteen years old wearing a black coat, shoulder backpack, and silver hair messed up by the wind from the car window.

"Uri!" The man nervously looked at the eight-lane highway in front of him. "Someone wants to arrest you; they even want to kill you. If you see them, you must run fast, don't let them catch you."

The young man named Uri leaned forward in surprise, looking at the man. "Dad, I'm not breaking the law. Why do they want to arrest me?"

The man said quickly: "Now there is not much time, listen carefully, if someone is chasing you, try to run into the forest, find our wooden house and wait there; I will come to find you, then I'll explain everything."

Suddenly the man's hands trembled, his eyes widened, and he looked straight ahead, panicking:

"Uri, they block the front. Turn off your phone, don't try to contact anyone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his foot on the brake pedal, causing the wheel to friction with the road surface, sparking fire. He stared at the black cars blocking the middle of the road, his face pale with terror, shouting:

"Uri, run!"

The situation was too urgent; Uri did not wait for the car to stop. He slammed his foot on the car door and quickly rushed out, running in the opposite direction of the road they just went.

Immediately behind him, cars sped after him, shooting black muzzles from inside the vehicle and straight at Uri.

The highway is now a suffocating chase. A young man with a backpack on his shoulder ran fast at an unimaginable speed. Behind him, about a dozen cars were chasing. The sound of car engines, the sound of people cursing, and the sound of gunshots made other cars on the road hastily drift to the side; no one dared to poke their head out of the car door.

Uri struggled to dodge the bullets but did not dare to slow down. Sweat poured down his back; his extraordinary purple eyes opened wide, and he looked towards the distant forest, which was the place that could help him escape death.

He turned his head to look behind; the car was still chasing, and the bullets continuously ripped the wind towards him. Uri tries to run fast. He can't die. Even if he dies, he must know why these people want to kill him.

With extraordinary efforts, Uri finally managed to run to the forest. He rushed into the woods like he was in the arms of a guardian. The tall, dense trees immediately blocked the cars outside, helping Uri quickly escape their chase.

The angry people cursed, jumped out of the car, carried guns, and dashed into the forest. But within a short period, the figure of the young man in black had disappeared without a trace. They angrily fired bullets into the dense bushes, causing the birds in the forest to panic and scatter.

A man fired a few more shots into the woods, then stopped and shouted:

"Return! We couldn't even catch him on the way. Now that he's run into the woods, we can't catch him anymore."

"Fuck, that guy runs too fast." Another spat on the ground, angrily scolding: "If he were human, he wouldn't be able to escape us."

"If he's human, we don't need to hunt him down." Another man carried a gun towards the car. "Get in the car; we still have many ways to force him to surrender."

They got into the car and quickly drove out of the woods.