48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng could actually break into Han Lu's office to see if she was in there, but hesitated to give up. The girl who came to the front desk didn't look like she was lying. Second, if it was under Han Lu's most efficient eyes, the man, woman and two white collars wouldn't be so relaxed, watching the clouds and drinking coffee.

Zhang Heng did not know what the chain reaction would be in Han Lu's dream world. As a precaution, he chose the safest way, and went back to the front desk to ask the girl, “Is there anything else she usually goes to? ”

“This...” Girls are a little embarrassed.

Of course she knows that as a qualified receptionist, she shouldn't reveal the boss's whereabouts.

Not to mention, Han Lu's industry has always made her loved and hated. Some time ago, a withdrawn entrepreneur came to the company door to pull banners to protest. Later, the man reportedly blocked Han Lu in the parking lot and killed herself shortly after being taken away by the police. It also made people in the company nervous.

However, Han Lu himself did not react much, and the project to be promoted was still carried out in an orderly manner.

That was the end of the story, and then Han Lu paid for the training course on self-protection for everyone in the company.

Although the girl has a good impression of Zhang Heng. But there's only one smile on my face that I can't help.

Zhang Heng also didn't force himself to say thank you and left the office building.

The wind outside Zhang Heng's door was significantly bigger than the sky in the sky when it came, so that the parasol hunting sounded next door from Starbucks, and women covered their skirts. The sun was also completely clouded by clouds at this time, and the light was almost 6: 00 or 7: 00 p.m.

Although the vast majority of people on the side of the road still thought it was a signal that the storm was coming, Zhang Heng was acutely smelling an anomaly from it.

By far, the most unusual thing Han Lu's dream looks like is this cloud over his head.

Zhang Heng didn't think it was just Han Lu's weather change. He realized that he wouldn't have much time left for himself, but now his problem was losing direction. After all, he had limited knowledge of Han Lu, and he didn't know where Han Lu was going besides the latter's residence and company.

Zhang Heng stood there for half a minute and then reached out and stopped a taxi.

It was a man who looked like he had some pointy-mouthed monkey cheeks, Zhang Heng noticed that his pants were not zipped, while a man's suit was inserted beside the seat, and the woman on the cover looked tempting.

Zhang Heng knew he was right.

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

Everything is sourced and, of course, there will be some processing on top of it, such as taxi drivers not necessarily really obscene to this extent, but it can be seen that Han Lu does not have a good impression of him.

Zhang Heng pulled the door open and sat in the passenger seat.

He had figured out how to find Han Lu. This is Han Lu's subconscious gathering. There are clues everywhere. At some point in the day, Han Lu, because of a willingness not to drive, took this taxi when she came out of the company.

The driver saw Zhang Heng get in the car and smile. Hey, "Where are you playing, brother? ”

Zhang Hengdao, "Master wants to talk to you about someone. ”

“You want to talk to me,” the driver stunned, then asked, "Men or women? ”

“Woman.”

“Woman, I'm familiar," the driver snapped his chest, "brother, do you want me to introduce you to some nice girls? Thailand, Vietnam... Russian ocean horses too. ”

“No, I'm just looking for someone who's been in your car before.” Zhang Heng describes the appearance of Han Lu to the driver.

The latter frowned and thought, "I seem a little impressed by your saying this, but for too long, I can't remember. When I was younger, people gave me the nickname Sanhuan Qijiro. What kind of beautiful woman haven't seen, how can I always remember a person? ”

“I don't think you've seen much of her type,” Zhang Heng said, pulling out his wallet and pulling out $500, “... tell me where she went and this money is yours. ”

When I saw the money driver's eyes lit up 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 throttle.

Zhang Heng fastened his seat belt, but after half an hour he frowned again, “Where are you going? ”

“Go to the airport. Didn't you ask me to take you where she went?” Driver hey, smile.

“ ……………… ”

Zhang Heng is speechless, Han Lu's chances of not driving to the airport are certainly not small, but that makes no sense.

“Pull over.” Zhang Heng unbuckled his seat belt, intending to change another car to take a chance, but at this time the car in front stopped first, then the taxi driver also stepped on the brake, mumbling in his mouth, "No way, it's already past the early peak, still so jammed, municipal planning is all rice bucket? The sky limit, and the road conditions are not good. ”

Zhang Heng did not speak, and then he saw the car in front pushing open the door, and the people inside came down and put their hands on the cold shed.

“Do you have the qualities? Everyone can't walk that way.” The taxi driver honked the horn to exasperate his grievances, but the next moment he saw Zhang Heng also push the door open and walk out of the car. At this time, the road was full of people, and he could not see the situation ahead.

So Zhang Heng stepped on the roof, and then he saw the most magical scene of his life.

At the end of the distant road, a white line swept this way, passing vehicles were turned over, trees were uprooted, and those standing in front of the road had begun to panic and flee, and those behind them were still listening to each other.

The driver stepped out of the car and jumped straight, “How can you climb in my car? ”

“You can't have your car,” Zhang Hengdao, "the tsunami has arrived. Run for your lives. ”

“Are you kidding? Our city is not at sea... Hey, you have to lose money on my roof. ”

Zhang Heng ignored him. Although the tsunami still looks far away, the wave speed can actually be as high as 700-800 km per hour. This speed has already caught up with the jet plane, so every second is precious now. You don't have to think about driving anything. The road has been blocked like this. Turning around is unrealistic. The distance from the point of escape alone with two legs is completely insufficient. Zhang Heng quickly weighed the area and looked for a high point.