Chapter 471

Zhang Heng can actually break into Han Lu's office to see if she is in or not, but he hesitates and gives up. First, the girl at the front desk doesn't look like a liar. Second, if Han Lu, who pays most attention to efficiency, is really under his nose, the white-collar workers, a man and a woman, should not be so relaxed, drinking coffee while watching the cloud.

Zhang Heng doesn't know what chain reaction will be brought about by his hands in Han Lu's dream world. For the sake of caution, he chooses the safest way and goes back to the front desk to ask the girl, "is there any place she often goes?"

"This..." The girl is in a bit of a dilemma.

Of course, she knows that as a qualified receptionist, she should not disclose the whereabouts of her boss.

What's more, Han Lu's industry has always made her loved and hated by people. Some time ago, some entrepreneurs who had been divested came to the company to pull banners to protest. It is said that later, the man blocked Han Lu in the parking lot and committed suicide soon after he was taken away by the police, which also made people in the company nervous for a period of time.

However, Han Lu did not respond, the project is still in an orderly way.

That's the end of it, and then Han Lu paid for self-protection training for everyone in the company.

Although the girl has a good impression of Zhang Heng. But it can only show a helpless smile on the face.

Zhang Heng did not reluctantly, thanks left the office.

Compared with the clear sky when Zhang Heng came, the wind outside the gate was obviously stronger, which made the sunshade of Starbucks next door rustle, and the woman covered her skirt. In addition, the sun was completely blocked by dark clouds, and the light was almost the same as that at six or seven o'clock in the evening.

Although most people on the roadside still think it's a signal of rainstorm, Zhang Heng is keen to smell a trace of abnormality.

So far, the most abnormal thing in Han Lu's dream is the dark cloud above her head.

Zhang Heng doesn't think it's just a weather change by Han Lu. He realizes that he won't have too much time left for him, but now his problem is that he has lost his direction. After all, his understanding of Han Lu is limited. Besides the latter's residence and company, he doesn't know where Han Lu will go.

Zhang Heng stood in situ for half a minute, then reached out to stop a taxi.

The driver is a man who looks like he has a sharp mouth. Zhang Heng noticed that the zipper of his pants was not closed. At the same time, a man's dress was inserted beside the seat. The girl on the cover looked very attractive.

Zhang Heng knows that his thinking is not wrong.

In this dream world, everything is experienced or imagined by Han Lu, and this taxi is no exception. Especially when it comes to details, such as the driver's appearance and license plate number, it's hard for her to make up.

Everything has its source. Of course, there will be some processing on top of it. For example, the taxi driver may not be so obscene, but it can be seen that Han Lu has a bad impression on him.

Zhang Heng opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

He has figured out how to find Han Lu. This is a collection of Han Lu's subconsciousness. There are clues everywhere. One day, at a certain time, Han Lu didn't drive because someone was willing to. After she came out of the company, she took this taxi.

When the driver saw Zhang Heng get on the bus, he said, "where are you going to play, brother?"

Zhang Heng said, "master, I want to ask you about yourself."

"You want to ask me about people," the driver asked after a pause. "A man or a woman?"

"Women."

"I'm familiar with women," said the driver, slapping his chest. "Brother, would you like me to introduce some nice girls for you? Thailand, Vietnam Russia's ocean horse also has

"No, I just want to find someone who's been in your car before." Zhang Heng describes Han Lu's appearance to the driver.

The latter frowned and thought, "it seems that I have a little impression when you say that, but I can't remember it for a long time. When I was young, I was nicknamed Sanhuan qijiro. What kind of beauty I haven't seen? I can't remember a person all the time."

"You haven't seen her very much," Zhang Heng said as he took out his wallet and drew out 500 yuan Tell me where she's gone, and the money is yours. "

Seeing the money, the driver's eyes lit up immediately and patted his head, "Oh, I finally remember. Look at my memory, I'll take you."

The driver pressed the meter and then stepped on the gas.

Zhang Heng buckled his seat belt, but after half an hour he frowned and said, "where are you going?"

"To the airport, didn't you ask me to take you to her place?" The driver was laughing.

“………………”

Zhang Heng speechless, Han Lu does not drive to the airport's possibility is certainly not small, but such words have no meaning.

"Pull over." Zhang Heng unfastened his seat belt and planned to change another car to try his luck. However, at this time, the car in front of him stopped first, and then the taxi driver stepped on the brake and muttered, "no, it's past the morning rush hour, and it's still so congested. Is municipal planning a bucket? The traffic is limited every day, and the road condition is not good. "Zhang Heng didn't say anything. Then he saw the car in front of him push the door open. The people inside came down and put up a shed.

"There is no quality, everyone is like this, that road is not going to go." The taxi driver honked his horn to express his dissatisfaction. However, the next moment, he saw Zhang Heng push the door open and get off the car. By this time, the road was full of people and he couldn't see the situation clearly.

So Zhang Heng just stepped on the top of the car, and then he saw the most magical scene in his life.

At the end of the road in the distance, a white line is sweeping this way. Vehicles have been overturned and trees have been uprooted. People standing in front of the road have started to flee in panic, while people behind are still fighting with each other, listening to what happened.

The driver master came out of the car and jumped, "how can you climb on my car?"

"Your car won't work," Zhang Heng said. "The tsunami is coming. Run for your life."

"Are you funny? Our city is not near the sea Hey, you've got to lose money on my roof. "

Zhang Heng ignored him. Although the tsunami seems to be far away, it can actually reach a speed of 700-800 kilometers per hour. This speed has caught up with jet planes, so every second is precious now. You don't need to think about driving. The road has been blocked like this. It's unrealistic to turn around. The distance you run out of is not enough with just two legs, Zhang Hengxun Looking around quickly, looking for the commanding point.

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