Deep In a Galaxy Chapter 129

The taxi driver stepped on the accelerator and drove through the numerous bridge holes and elevated roads at the fastest speed. He was nervous while driving and looked at the bald man in the passenger seat with his peripheral vision. The other party was obviously frightened by something. His tall and strong body curled up, his eyes were dazed, and one could even hear the sound of his teeth chattering.

The scene outside the window alternated between light and darkness, like a floating fantasy, and at this moment, the bald man's inner world was as unreal as the fantasy. Fragments of his life in the past two years emerged in his mind. Since entering the insane asylum, he seemed to have entered another world, another time and space - completely closed off from the outside world, unable to feel the passage of time. His life was filled with alcohol, fights, movies, women, and those colorful medicines in test tubes that were more crazy and addictive than drugs.

There was no police pursuit, no anxious evasion, and no irritating future. He once thought that was heaven. But until he witnessed the tragedy in the glass warehouse a few hours ago and his companions' heart-wrenching cries, he finally realized what kind of bloody and horrible purpose was hidden behind the extravagant life - they were not treated as human beings at all, but raised like animals just to welcome this day.

He didn't know how to explain all this to the police, an incredibly huge underground kingdom, a group of horrible perverts, a Nazi-like gas warehouse, and the young man who seemed to be captured, and who, in some ways, saved him.

The taxi driver drove the car all the way into the police station.