Zhang Heng could have barged into Han Lu's office to see if she was there, but he decided against it after some hesitation. Firstly, the receptionist didn't look like she was lying. Secondly, if they were under Han Lu's watchful eyes, the man and woman wouldn't be so relaxed, sipping coffee while looking at the clouds.
Zhang Heng didn't know what kind of chain reaction he would cause if he did anything to Han Lu in her dream world. To be safe, he chose the safest method. He returned to the front desk and asked the receptionist, "Where else does she go?"
"This …" The receptionist was a little embarrassed.
Of course, she knew that as a qualified receptionist, she shouldn't reveal her boss's whereabouts.
What's more, Han Lu's industry had always been loved and hated by many. Some time ago, an entrepreneur who had his investment withdrawn came to the company to protest with a banner. It was said that the person blocked Han Lu in the parking lot and committed suicide shortly after being taken away by the police. It made the people in the company nervous for a while.
Han Lu, however, didn't react much. The projects that needed to be pushed forward were still progressing in an orderly manner.
After that, Han Lu paid for the company's employees to take self-protection training classes.
The receptionist had a good impression of Zhang Heng. All she could do was smile helplessly.
Zhang Heng didn't force her. He thanked her and left the office building.
Compared to the clear skies when he first arrived, the wind outside was much stronger. The parasols of the Starbucks next door fluttered in the wind, and some women even covered their short skirts with their hands. The sun was completely blocked by the dark clouds, and it was almost as bright as six or seven o 'clock in the evening.
Although most people on the roadside thought it was a sign that a storm was coming, Zhang Heng sensed something unusual.
So far, the most abnormal thing in Han Lu's dream was the dark clouds above her head.
Zhang Heng didn't think that this was just Han Lu's trick. He realized that he didn't have much time left. His problem now was that he had lost his direction. After all, his understanding of Han Lu was limited. Other than her residence and company, he didn't know where else she would go.
Zhang Heng stood there and pondered for half a minute. He then reached out and hailed a taxi.
The driver was a man with a protruding mouth and cheeks. Zhang Heng noticed that his pants were unzipped, and there was a men's magazine beside the seat. The girl on the cover looked very tempting.
Zhang Heng knew that he was right.
In this dream world, everything was experienced or imagined by Han Lu. The taxi was no exception, especially when it came to the details, such as the driver's appearance, the license plate number, and so on. It was difficult for her to fabricate.
Everything had a source. Of course, there were also some modifications to the source. For example, the taxi driver might not have been a pervert to this extent, but it was obvious that Han Lu did not have a good impression of him.
Zhang Heng opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.
He had figured out how to find Han Lu. This place was a collection of Han Lu's subconscious, and there were clues everywhere. One day, Han Lu did not want to drive. She hailed this taxi after leaving the company.
The driver grinned when he saw Zhang Heng getting in the car. "Brother, where are you going to play?"
Zhang Heng said, "Master wants to ask you about someone."
"You want to ask me about someone?" The driver was stunned, then asked, "A man or a woman?"
"Women."
"I'm familiar with women." The driver patted his chest loudly. "Bro, do you want me to introduce you to a few good girls? Thailand, Vietnam … and Russia. "" No need.
"There's no need for that. I'm just looking for someone. She was in your car before." Zhang Heng described Han Lu's appearance to the driver.
The driver frowned and thought for a while. "Now that you mention it, I seem to have some impression of her. But it's been too long, and I can't remember. When I was young, people gave me the nickname 'Three Rings Seven Times Man'. I've seen all kinds of beautiful women. How can I remember one person?"
"You probably haven't seen her type," Zhang Heng said as he took out his wallet and took out 500 yuan. "… Tell me where she went, and this money is yours."
The driver's eyes immediately lit up when he saw the money. He patted his head, "Oh, I finally remember. Look at my memory. I'll take you there."
The driver said as he pressed the meter and stepped on the accelerator.
Zhang Heng buckled his seat belt, but after half an hour, he frowned again. "Where are you going?"
"To the airport. Didn't you ask me to take you to where she went?" The driver laughed.
"…"
Zhang Heng was speechless. Of course, it was possible that Han Lu didn't drive to the airport, but if that was the case, it would be meaningless.
"Pull over." Zhang Heng unfastened his seat belt, intending to change to another car to try his luck. However, the car in front of him stopped first, and the taxi driver slammed on the brakes, muttering, "No way. Isn't it past the morning rush hour? Why is there still so much traffic? Are the municipal planners useless? There's a limit on the number of cars every day, and the traffic doesn't look any better. "
Zhang Heng didn't say anything. After that, he saw the door of the car in front of him open, and the person inside got out, shielding his eyes with his hands.
"How rude! Everyone is like this. How can we continue on this road?" The taxi driver honked to vent his dissatisfaction, but the next moment, he saw Zhang Heng open the door and get out. At this time, the road was crowded with people, and he couldn't see what was going on in front of him.
So, Zhang Heng stepped on the roof of the car, and he saw the most magical scene of his life.
At the end of the road in the distance, a white line was sweeping toward him. Everywhere it passed, vehicles were overturned, and trees were uprooted. The people standing in front of the road had begun to flee in panic, and the people behind were still asking each other what was going on.
The driver got out of the car and stomped his feet anxiously. "How can you climb on my car?"
"I can't keep your car," Zhang Heng said. "The tsunami is coming. Run for your life."
"Are you kidding me? Our city isn't near the sea … Hey, you're going to pay for standing on the roof of my car. "
Zhang Heng ignored him. Although the tsunami looked far away, the speed of its waves could reach up to 700-800 kilometers per hour. This speed was comparable to that of a jet plane. Every second was precious now, and there was no point in thinking about driving. The road was already congested, and it was unrealistic to turn around. With only two legs, the distance they had covered was not enough. Zhang Heng quickly looked around, looking for a high vantage point.
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