MTL - Could You Not Tease Me?-Chapter 18 Speed ​​murder

Tracy McGrady looked at Hunt in a discouraged way: "What do I call you with a knife?"

"This is the best! I don't want to hear from the media again that our team is not united, and the drivers have internal conflict!"

"No, we are united." Hunter looked at McGrady with a corner of his mouth.

"Ah!" McGrady suddenly shouted.

"what happened?"

"Evan Hunt! How dare you kick my ankle!"

"Ah, sorry! I didn't do it on purpose! I just want to straighten my legs!"

Who told me to have long legs! no way!

Tracy McGrady threw the tableware, and he got up angrily and walked away.

Hunt's heart darkened again.

But because of this, one must be cautious.

Every step from practice to qualifying to the main race must be done with care.

After refreshing, my mood was heavy again.

The convoy set off for Britain and arrived in London in the early hours of the morning.

Hunt, who had slept on the plane, had no sleep at all.

Lying in the hotel room, looking at the ceiling, Hunter exhaled.

After playing for ten minutes, it did not make him sleepy, but made him more sober.

Otherwise ... search for a movie?

Ah, by the way, Winston drove himself to frighten himself, which movie was imitating?

"Looks like Speed ​​Murder?"

Hunt leaned against the bed and started searching.

I didn't expect this movie to be quite famous, won several independent film awards, and the protagonist was really two racers, one of which was named Hunter.

"Well, it's interesting."

The story is about two racers who have been rivals for more than ten years, but they are the best friends in the world who know each other. They will encourage each other during the season and will fish, travel and train together during the offseason. The picture in front of the movie is quite bright and soft.

Hunter looked at the corner of his mouth and couldn't help it.

This is what he expects to live with Winston.

But everything changed as racer Hunter was injured in the race due to an accident. Hunter had to withdraw from Formula One, intending to move to Iceland with his family and live a life without engines, leaving the track and loneliness to another protagonist, Zero.

After that season, Zero, as usual, took Hunt to the suburban cottage for vacation, and this will be their last vacation together.

When night fell and Hunter found that Zero's course was not the same as before, he was worried.

"Do you like me to be gentle or rough?"

"What kind of handcuffs do you like?"

"Do you like a thinner whip or a thicker one?"

Zero's side face was somber and mad that Hunter shuddered.

It turned out that Zelo had always loved Hunter, and for years of accumulation, he could not find an outlet for release. He had been patient until this time, Hunter really wanted to leave his life, and his madness broke out, and he locked Hunter with a disability in a basement.

At first, Hunter in the movie thought that as long as he endured, Zero would slowly recover his mind, but Zero became stronger, until Hunter could not bear to stab him with a letter opener.

Zero's blood flowed endlessly, but Hunter didn't run away, but clung to his chest.

"That's great ... That's great ... I can finally stop loving you ..."

Zero closed his eyes, and Hunter finally realized that it was all designed by Zero to let Hunter kill himself.

In the end, Hunter dragged Zero into the car they had been driving to, gently fastened his seat belts, and rushed towards the end of the road at full speed.

Without you, I am lonely.

If only loneliness, I would rather destroy.

When the last music sounded, Hunter blinked.

"Fuck! What a ghost movie!"

The first half is warm, the middle is horrible, and in the end ...

What he felt was fear.

The real fear of loneliness.

Hunter exhaled.

"It's over, it will make it harder to sleep!"

Fortunately, the team was still preparing for the next day and did not arrive in practice.

Hunt had a sluggish look after eating breakfast, and told Marcus that his jet lag was not reversed and he needed sleep.

"Ah? Jet lag?" Marcus didn't believe it at all. "You guy just sleeps when you want to sleep. When is jet lag a problem for you?"

But he could see that Hunt was really sleepy.

"Then you can sleep well."

Hunt returned to the room, fell to the bed, and closed his eyes before the phone rang.

Look again, it's an unfamiliar number. I'm trying to get rid of it, and I'm curious who actually called me.

"Hey, this is Evan Hunt."

"Which hotel are you in?" A cool voice followed the waves.

Hunter's shoulders tightened.

It's Winston!

Wait, how could he have his own mobile number? He never seemed to give him.

Ah ... forget it, your mobile number is not a secret. Just ask which Marcus team staff will get it.

"Luna Hotel. There should be other teams also choosing this."

"Me too. Should we go for a morning jog together?"

"Morning run? Forget it ... I want to sleep now."

"What did you do last night?"

I don't know if it's an illusion. Hunt thinks that Winston's voice, if it was mild before, can be described as cold.

"I watched the movie you mentioned-" Murder at a Speed! "If I knew the ending, I would definitely not watch it!"

"So you don't dislike the feelings of the two drivers, you care about the ending."

"My **** ... is that called emotional? It is called hurting each other! And what ghosts written by professional film critics! What soul is struggling in reality! If Zero told Hunter directly, don't leave me, Please look at me all the time, I think we are together, and in the end it won't be like that! "Hunt began to frantic.

"Well." Winston responded softly.

"But it wasn't the ones that happened when Zero locked Hunt in the basement ..."

"So what?"

"Of course it's the subject-loneliness. Because of fear of loneliness, Zero needed Hunter. Because of fear of loneliness, Hunter did not resist Zero at first because ... he did not want to lose him. Yes, why is the protagonist also called Hunter! It made me dream repeatedly in the evening, dreaming that I was locked in the basement! "

"It's just a movie."

"Yeah ... it's just a movie ..." Hunter exhaled. "But it feels really novel to chat with you on your cellphone. Do you know what I bet with McGrady?"

"What bet?"

"I will get at least sixth place in the UK."

"What is the bet?"

"There's no bet that he won't spray me anymore. It just feels difficult."

Hunt did not say that the bet was actually about Winston.

"Which room are you in?"

"1665. What's wrong?"

"Open the door."

Hunt sat up suddenly from the bed.

No way? Was Winston just outside his door?

Open the door and you see Winston in sportswear standing there. He should have just finished his morning run.

Hunter stepped back innocently and let the other side in.

There was only a double bed in the room, and Hunter's changed clothes were thrown at random on the sofa.

Hunt scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

If he had known that Winston would come, he would pack up at the windy speed.

But think again ... forget it!

This is how he looks, letting the other party know early is not good.

Winston did not comment on the messy beauty of Hunter's room, but sat down beside the bed.

"As long as you play well, there should be no problem in sixth place."

"Really?"

"Um." Winston patted the spot next to him, motioned to Hunter to sit down, "Let's compare."

"Okay."

Hunter knows that Winston wants to analyze the characteristics of the track and the overtaking strategy for himself.

He closed his eyes and listened to Winston's voice like last time. Obviously, he has never been on the Silverstone circuit, but he feels so familiar that he seems to have run on it countless times.

More than just the track, Winston even analyzed Enzo of Lotus, McLaren's Duchovny, Williams' Celtic, and the last time Sauber failed to pass Donald's technical characteristics are how he should overtake which corner he should imagine.

"These ... experiences you teach me?"

"I don't teach you, you will eventually get it yourself. Save me time waiting for you."

Winston began.

"Ah ... I feel like if I can't get the top six, I'm a sinner in Formula One!"

The existence of Winston reassured him inexplicably. Hunt squinted and yawned.

He fell backwards, slowly got up, and said vaguely, "Winston ... why do you say you ... would be so good to me?"

There are so many people in this world, so many great drivers, why do you choose me?

Winston leaned on the mattress, leaned slowly towards him, and ran his fingers across his eyebrows.

"Because I came here just for you."

Hunter had a smooth breath and fell asleep.

Between the ambiguities, he felt something soft and warm, gently pressed from his eyebrow to the corner of his lips, and circled him.

The author has something to say: salted egg time:

Hunter: So many great drivers, why did you choose me?

Winston: Come here a little bit, I tell you.

Hunter: Sleep! Where do you touch me! Lying down! Where do you lick me! Go away!