Chapter 471 Our City Is Not Near the Sea

In fact, Zhang Heng could break into Han Lu's office to see if she was there, but he hesitated and gave up. First, the girl at the front desk didn't look like she was lying. Under Lu's nose, the two white-collar workers, a man and a woman, should not be so relaxed, drinking coffee while looking at the clouds.

Zhang Heng didn't know what kind of chain reaction would be brought about by doing something in Han Lu's dream world, so he chose the safest way to be cautious, went back to the front desk, and asked the girl, "Is there any place she usually goes to?" ?”

"This..." The girl was a little embarrassed.

Of course she knew that as a qualified receptionist, she should not casually reveal the boss's whereabouts.

What's more, Han Lu's industry has always caused her to be loved and hated by others. Some time ago, an entrepreneur who was divested came to protest with a banner outside the company. It is said that the person blocked Han Lu in the parking lot afterwards. He committed suicide shortly after being taken away by the police, which also made the people in the company nervous for a while.

However, Han Lu herself didn't respond much, and the project that should be promoted is still being advanced in an orderly manner.

This incident just passed away, and after that, Han Lu paid for the training of self-protection for everyone in the company.

Although the girl has a good impression of Zhang Heng. But there was only 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 Zhang Heng came out, the wind outside the gate was obviously stronger, blowing the parasols of the Starbucks next door to rattle, and there were women clutching their short skirts, and the sun was completely covered by dark clouds at this time. It was blocked, and the light was almost the same as at six or seven o'clock in the evening.

Although the vast majority of people on the side of the road still thought it was a signal of an approaching rainstorm, Zhang Heng keenly sensed something unusual in it.

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

Zhang Heng didn't think it was just Han Lu's weather change. He realized that he would not have much time left, but now his problem was that he lost his direction. After all, his understanding of Han Lu was limited. He didn't know where Han Lu would go outside of the reporter's residence and company.

Zhang Heng stood on the spot and pondered for half a minute, then reached out and stopped a taxi.

The driver was a man with 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 book of men's clothing inserted by the seat. The girl on the cover looked very seductive.

Zhang Heng knew that his thinking was correct.

In this world of dreams, everything Han Lu has experienced or imagined, this taxi is no exception, especially when it comes to details, such as the driver's appearance, license plate number, etc. imaginary.

Everything has its source, and of course there will be some processing on top of it. For example, the taxi driver may not be so wretched, but it can be seen that Han Lu has a bad 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 the collection of Han Lu's subconscious mind, and there are clues everywhere. On a certain day and at a certain moment, Han Lu did not drive because of a certain wish. She drove this car after she came out of the company. taxi.

Seeing Zhang Heng getting into the car, the driver showed a smirk, and said, "Where are you going to play, brother?"

Zhang Hengdao, "Master asked you about someone."

"You want to ask me about someone," the driver was stunned, and then asked, "A man or a woman?"

"woman."

"I know women well," the driver patted his chest, "Brother, do you want me to introduce you to some good girls? Thailand, Vietnam... Russia also has wild horses."

"No need, I just want to find someone, she got into your car before." Zhang Heng described Han Lu's appearance to the driver.

The latter frowned and thought for a while, "I seem to have a little impression when you say that, but it's been too long and I can't remember it anymore. When I was young, I was nicknamed Sanhuan Qijiro. What kind of beauty has I never seen before?" , How can I always remember a person."

"You really haven't seen her type very much," Zhang Heng said while taking out his wallet, and took out five hundred dollars, "...tell me where she went, the money is yours."

Driver's eyes lit up immediately when he saw Qian, and he patted his head, "Yo, I finally remembered, look at my memory, I'll take you there."

The driver pressed the meter while talking, and then stepped on the accelerator.

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

"Go to the airport, didn't you ask me to take you to where she went?" The driver smiled.

"........."

Zhang Heng was speechless. It is certainly possible that Han Lu would not drive to the airport, but it would be meaningless.

"Pull over." Zhang Heng unbuckled his seat belt and planned to change another car to try his luck, but at this time the car in front stopped first, and then the taxi driver also stepped on the brakes, muttering, " No way, isn’t it already past the morning rush hour, and the traffic is still so congested, is the municipal planning useless? Numbers are limited every day, and the road conditions haven’t improved.”

Zhang Heng didn't speak, and then he saw the door of the car in front pushed open, and the people inside came down, building an awning with their hands.

"Do you have the quality? Everyone is going the same way." The taxi driver honked his horn to vent his dissatisfaction. However, the next moment, he saw Zhang Heng also opened the door and got out of the car. At this time, the road was already full of people, and they couldn't see clearly the situation 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, a white line is sweeping towards this side. Vehicles have been overturned and trees have been uprooted. People standing in front of the road have started to panic and flee, while those behind are still Ask each other what happened.

The master driver got out of the car and jumped up anxiously, "How could you climb into my car?"

"You can't afford your car," Zhang Heng said, "The tsunami is coming, so run for your life."

"Are you kidding me? 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 seems to be far away, the wave speed can actually be as high as 700-800 kilometers per hour. This speed has already caught up with jet planes, so every second is precious now. There is no need to think about driving. The road is already so congested that it is unrealistic to turn around. With only two legs, the distance you can run is not enough. Zhang Heng quickly looked around, looking for the commanding heights.

Thanks to Shufujia 456 children's boots for the reward~