Zhang Heng could actually break into Han Lu's office to see if she was there, but he hesitated and gave up. Firstly, the girl at the front desk didn't look like she was lying. Secondly, if she was really in Han Lu's office, which focused on efficiency the most, Under Lu's eyes, the two white-collar workers, a man and a woman, should not be so relaxed, drinking coffee while watching the clouds.
Zhang Heng didn't know what kind of chain reaction he would have if he took action in Han Lu's dream world. To be cautious, he chose the safest way. He returned to the front desk and asked the girl, "Is there any other place she usually goes to?" ?”
"This..." The girl was a little embarrassed.
Of course she knew that as a qualified receptionist, she should not reveal the boss's whereabouts casually.
What's more, the industry that Han Lu is engaged in has always made her loved and hated by people. Some time ago, an entrepreneur who was divested came to protest with a banner outside the company. It is said that that person later blocked Han Lu in the parking lot. He committed suicide shortly after being taken away by the police, which also made people in the company nervous for a while.
However, Han Lu herself did not react at all, and the projects that should be promoted were still being advanced in an orderly manner.
The incident just passed, and then Han Lu paid for everyone in the company to take self-protection training courses.
Although the girl has a good impression of Zhang Heng. But he could only show a helpless smile on his face.
Zhang Heng didn't force himself, thanked him and left the office building.
Compared with the clear sky when he arrived, the wind outside the door was obviously stronger when Zhang Heng walked out of the door. It made the parasols of the Starbucks next door rustle. There were also women covering their short skirts. In addition, the sun was completely covered by dark clouds. It was blocked, and the light was about the same as it was at six or seven o'clock in the evening.
Although most people on the roadside thought this was a sign of an approaching heavy rain, Zhang Heng keenly sensed something unusual.
So far, the most unusual thing in Han Lu's dream was the dark cloud above her head.
Zhang Heng didn't think this was just Han Lu's fun of dressing up for the weather. He realized that he wouldn't have much time left for him, but now his problem was that he had lost his direction. After all, his understanding of Han Lu was limited. He didn't know where Han Lu would go outside the reporter's residence and company.
Zhang Heng stood there and pondered for half a minute, then reached out and stopped a taxi.
The driver was a man who looked like he had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Zhang Heng noticed that the zipper of his pants was not closed. At the same time, there was a men's clothing book inserted beside the seat. The girl on the cover looked very tempting.
Zhang Heng knew that his idea was correct.
In this world composed of dreams, everything Han Lu has experienced or imagined, and this taxi is no exception, especially when it comes to details, such as the driver's appearance, license plate number, etc., it is difficult for her to make it out of thin air. imaginary.
Everything has a source, and of course there will be some processing on top of it. For example, the taxi driver may not be really that wretched, but it can be seen that Han Lu does not have a good impression of him.
Zhang Heng opened the door and got into the passenger seat.
He has already figured out how to find Han Lu. This is a collection of Han Lu's subconscious. There are clues everywhere. At a certain time on a certain day, Han Lu did not drive because of a certain desire. She drove the car after coming out of the company. taxi.
The driver smiled foolishly when he saw Zhang Heng getting into the car and said, "Where are you going to play, brother?"
Zhang Heng said, "Master, I want to ask you about someone."
"You want to ask me about someone," the driver said for a moment, then asked, "A man or a woman?"
"woman."
"I'm familiar with women." The driver slapped his chest. "Brother, do you want me to introduce you to some good girls? There are also some in Thailand, Vietnam... and Russia."
"No, I just want to find someone. She has been in your car before." Zhang Heng described Han Lu's appearance to the driver.
The latter frowned and thought for a while, "You said that, I seem to have an impression, but it has been too long and I can't remember it. When I was young, I was nicknamed Sanhuan Qicilang. What kind of beauty have I never seen? , how can you always remember someone."
"You've probably never seen someone like her before," Zhang Heng said as he took out his wallet and took out five hundred yuan. "...Tell me where she went and the money is yours."
The driver's eyes immediately lit up when he saw Qian, and he patted his head, "Hey, I finally remembered. Look at my memory. I'll take you there."
The driver pressed the meter as he spoke, then stepped on the accelerator.
Zhang Heng buckled his seat belt, but after half an hour he frowned again and said, "Where are you going?"
"To the airport, didn't you ask me to take you to where she went?" The driver chuckled.
"………………"
Zhang Heng was speechless. It was certainly possible that Han Lu would not drive to the airport, but that would be meaningless.
"Pull over." Zhang Heng unbuckled his seat belt and planned to change cars to try his luck. However, at this time, the car in front stopped first, and then the taxi driver also stepped on the brakes and muttered, " No way, it’s already past the morning rush hour, and it’s still so congested. Isn’t the municipal planning a waste of money? There are daily traffic restrictions, and the road conditions are not getting better.”
Zhang Heng didn't say anything. Then he saw the car door in front of him opened and the people inside walked out and put up an awning.
"Do you have the quality? If everyone is like this, how can we go there?" The taxi driver honked the horn to vent his dissatisfaction. However, the next moment, he saw Zhang Heng also opened the door and stepped out of the car. At this time, the road was already full of people, and it was difficult to see clearly what was ahead.
So Zhang Heng simply stepped on the roof of the car, and then he saw the most magical scene in his life.
At the end of the road in the distance, I saw a white line sweeping towards this side. Wherever it passed, vehicles were overturned and trees were uprooted. People standing in front of the road began to flee in panic, while those behind were still there. Asking each other what happened.
The driver came out of the car and jumped up and down, "How could you climb into my car?"
"Your car is gone," Zhang Heng said. "The tsunami is coming. Run for your life."
"Are you funny? Our city is not near the sea... Hey, you have to pay for standing on the roof of my car."
Zhang Heng ignored him. Although the tsunami seemed far away, in fact the wave speed could be as high as 700-800 kilometers per hour. This speed has already caught up with a jet aircraft, so every second now is precious. There was no need to think about driving. The road was already so congested that it was impractical to turn around. The distance covered by two legs alone was not enough. Zhang Heng quickly looked around, looking for the commanding heights.
