My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the morning, Ethan was frying eggs in the kitchen when the monitor above his head rang.

He looked up and saw on the screen a Chevrolet SUV parked outside the iron gate.

Dalia leaned out of the car window and waved to the camera.

Ethan pressed the switch and the iron door slowly opened.

He finished handling the things on his hands, took out a piece of kitchen paper and wiped the stove, and then walked out of the house.

As soon as he walked out of the door, the Chevrolet SUV stopped in front of the porch with a puff of smoke.

Various camping supplies were bundled on the roof of the car, and a lot of things were also placed on the back seat of the car.

Dalia opened the car door and jumped out. She was wearing military green trousers, a small vest and a peaked cap, full of youthful vitality.

"Welcome, breakfast is ready."

Ethan walked up to her and gave her a hug, then invited Daria into the house.

Dalia looked at the furnishings in the house curiously, walked to the dining table, sat down and asked:

"Have you packed your things?"

Ethan came over with a large plate of fried poached eggs and sliced ​​bread, and put the food in his hands on the dining table.

He took down the tableware from the cupboard and kicked the backpack on the ground.

"Everything is ready."

In the backpack, in addition to a change of clothes, there are all kinds of drinks.

In Ethan's opinion, the two-day excursion was just about drinking and having sex in the forest.

"That's okay, thank you."

Dahlia thanked Ethan and took the tableware from him.

Seeing Ethan eating eggs with big mouthfuls, Dalia raised the corners of her mouth and asked a little thoughtfully:

“Is this how you get your protein?”

Ethan raised his eyebrows, stared at her mouth, and said calmly: "Yes, it's different from the way you supplement protein."

Hearing this, Dalia tightened her legs.

With spring in her eyes, she glanced at Ethan.

The table knife scratched the egg, and the egg liquid that had not yet solidified flowed out and soaked the egg white.

She lifted the plate and sucked the slippery egg white into her mouth.

Ethan grabbed the bread and took a bite. "Are you sure you want to provoke me?"

Dalia thought of how limp she was last night, shook her head quickly, and started eating breakfast honestly.

After clearing the food on the table, Ethan cleaned the dishes and picked up the backpack placed on the ground.

He looked at the Glock 17 placed on the table and hesitated.

Dahlia pushed Ethan outside and said with a smile:

"Please, we are just going camping. Do you think we will encounter any danger?"

Ethan thought about it, locked the Glock 17 into the gun case, and walked out of the house with Dalia.

With a bang, the door closed.

The car started up, and the Chevrolet SUV raised a puff of smoke and moved forward.

The vehicle has been driving on the highway for more than an hour.

Ethan was sitting in the passenger seat doing nothing, being drowsy by the morning sun.

He spoke to Dalia, then turned the radio to a country music channel, put down his chair and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ethan felt someone tapping his arm.

He sat upright sleepily and asked casually:

"Are we there yet?"

"Not yet, there's a traffic jam ahead." Dalia said helplessly.

"Traffic jam?" Ethan didn't react for a moment. He had never encountered a traffic jam here before.

Dalia handed him a bottle of mineral water. Ethan adjusted his seat, twisted the bottle cap in his hand and looked forward.

They were now on a highway bridge, and there was a long queue of vehicles in front of them.

Ethan rolled down the window and lit two cigarettes.

"How long has it been stuffed?"

"We just got here."

Dalia took a cigarette and saw that there was no movement in front of her, so she simply turned off the cigarette and pulled the handbrake.

The two picked up the map and studied it, and found that it was still an hour and a half drive from their destination along the highway.

In this situation, there is nothing we can do but wait.

Ethan waited impatiently for half an hour before the familiar siren sounded from behind.

He turned around and saw two police cars and an ambulance roaring in the opposite direction from the side lane.

He glanced at his watch. "I'm going to see what's going on."

Dalia was concentrating with her eyes closed, and she waved her hand casually.

Ethan opened the car door and walked a few hundred meters ahead. The traffic in the distance could not be seen at a glance.

At this time, he saw the driver wearing a peaked cap talking on a walkie-talkie in the cab of the large truck next to him.

Ethan had an idea. These drivers who often traveled long distances would often communicate about the situation on the road, and they might know something.

He patted the car door and took a few steps back.

Soon, the window glass of the big truck lowered, and the driver with a beard and a blue peaked cap stretched out his head and said with a vigilant look:

"Is there anything you need?"

"Sorry, I just saw you talking to someone on the phone. Do you know what happened earlier?"

Ethan smiled and opened his hands to show that he meant no harm.

The driver looked at Ethan with cloudy eyes and lowered his guard when he saw that he was dressed refreshingly.

"A friend of mine is in front, about five miles away from us."

"A vehicle transporting dangerous goods rolled over, and the chemicals inside leaked and flowed everywhere."

Ethan frowned and looked ahead, then turned back and continued to ask:

"Does your friend know how long it will take to clean up?"

The driver in the peaked hat shrugged, "Who knows, it will take at least a few hours. You also know how efficient those people are."

"Are you in a hurry?"

Ethan shook his head, "It's okay, I just don't know how long we have to wait."

The driver raised his hand, pointed out of the highway, curled his lips and said:

"I saw a dirt road next to it, but unfortunately my car couldn't go on it."

"I suggest you give it a try. It's better than waiting here for several hours."

"Thank you, your stickers are very nice."

Ethan pulled out his cigarette, handed one to the enthusiastic driver in the cap, and pointed to the stripper sticker on his door.

"Of course, no matter how fucked up life is, strippers will always be the driving force that keeps us going."

The driver in the peaked cap took the cigarette and yawned.

Ethan lit up his cigarette and walked back with a smile.

He told Dalia the information he had found out, and after discussing it together, the two decided to take a detour.

We only have two days to explore in total, so we can’t waste time in highway traffic jams.

Dalia turned the steering wheel and the car quickly crossed the double yellow lines and turned back.

After driving back for a few minutes, there was a fork in the road.

There was a sound of tires rubbing against the concrete floor, and the Chevrolet SUV drove onto the dirt road next to the highway.

Although it is said to be a dirt road, it is actually not too small and there is no problem for two cars to pass side by side.

After they drove along the road for half an hour, the trees on the roadside became dense.