Chapter 92 Cracks
Qi Xia walked out of the lottery center with a check and went straight to the taxi.
"Yeah? So fast, young man."
The driver was standing outside the car smoking. The navy blue car next to him looked out of place with the local mint-colored cars.
Qi Xia didn't answer, stretched out his hand to open the car door and sat down.
"Shall we go back now?" the driver asked.
"Yeah." Qi Xia nodded, but to be on the safe side, this time he chose to sit in the back of the car.
"Come on." The master threw the cigarette butt to the ground, stamped it out, and got into the cab. "Speaking of which, young man, aren't you going to have some fun in Jinan? I have an old buddy here. If you're not in a hurry..."
"I'm in a hurry." Qi Xia said, "Let's drive."
"Oh..." The master nodded awkwardly.
Qi Xia recalled that the last time he was in Jinan, he wasted half a day going to the bank to withdraw money, and finally returned home with a large bag of cash.
The original intention was to surprise Yu Nian'an, but this time, he had to leave out all these formal things.
Now he must rush home as soon as possible and take Yu Nian'an to escape to an open area.
Thinking of this, Qi Xia took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Yu Nianan and ask her to pack some clothes in advance so that they could live outside in the next few days.
He opened the address book, found the first contact, the person with the note "A", and dialed the number directly.
This note was specially written by Qi Xia to Yu Nianan. Only the letter A can keep her phone number at the first place in the address book.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, there was still no answer on the other end of the phone.
"What's going on..." Qi Xia was a little confused. In his impression, Yu Nian'an never left his phone, but why didn't he answer the phone now?
Qi Xia hung up the phone and dialed again
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Several times, but no one answered, which made him a little worried.
He looked at the time on his phone. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
"Master, if you can return to Qingdao before 7:30, I will give you an extra 500 yuan for the fare." Qi Xia raised her head and said to the driver.
"Really?" The master glanced at Qi Xia in the rearview mirror, and then looked at his watch.
Three and a half hours, three hundred and fifty kilometers.
Although it is a bit reluctant, it is not difficult for experienced drivers. As long as you maintain a speed of 120 miles on the highway, you will probably arrive before 7:30.
There are not many opportunities to earn 2,500 yuan in one day. The driver obviously couldn't believe it.
"I'm not lying to you." Qi Xia nodded, "Pay attention to safety and drive."
The driver vaguely guessed something. Who would choose to take a taxi to another city?
Although taxis are expensive, the only advantage is that they do not require real-name ticket purchase like trains and high-speed trains.
In other words, the man in front of me wanted to sneak into Jinan and didn't want anyone to find out. So overall, he should have really won the lottery.
Only if you win a prize of more than one million yuan, you need to go to the provincial lottery center to claim the prize. The actual prize may be even more than one million yuan.
Thinking of this, the driver shook his head helplessly.
I heard that the chance of winning the lottery is lower than being struck by lightning. It's really irritating that people are more popular than others. The man in front of me is young but has such good luck. He is already middle-aged but still doing manual labor.
Qi Xia sat in the back seat, looking at the driver's complicated expression in the cab with his peripheral vision, and couldn't help but feel...
The corner of his mouth raised.
Yes, for ordinary people, who can help but think wildly when a person who wins the lottery is sitting behind them?
"It's a pity that you are always a person with a thief heart but no courage." Qi Xia thought to himself.
The taxi driver in front of him was "carefully selected" by Qi Xia among the many drivers. At that time, several of their taxi drivers were waiting for work at the door of the hotel. However, the rich and rough driver in front of him was scolded by a lean colleague and begged for mercy for jumping in line. .
At that moment Qi Xia saw through him.
Obviously they all want to make money, no one is worse than the other, but he is so timid.
It is impossible for such a person to "kill people and steal wealth".
The driver's expression was uncertain for a long time, but he finally sighed and started driving honestly looking ahead. .🅆.
Qi Xia also leaned back on his seat and dialed Yu Nian'an's number again, but still no one answered.
In such a quiet environment, Qi Xia recalled what happened in the "Land of Ending".
It was all too real, not like a dream at all.
He reached out and touched his left shoulder. There was no trace of injury at this time, but he clearly remembered everything that happened.
He remembered that Han Yimo, Qiao Jiajin, Tiantian, Officer Li, Zhang Shan, and Lao Lu all died there. He was obviously dead too, but he returned to his previous life.
In this case, will those people also return to their own lives...?
I'm afraid this is all a weird prank.
As the sky darkens, the lights on the highway guardrail slowly come on.
Although he only stayed in that ghost place for three days, Qi Xia felt like he hadn't seen light at night for a long time.
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r\u003eThe luminous lamps that moved his eyes rapidly backwards made him feel inexplicably at ease.
It seemed like the driver really wanted to earn that five hundred bucks and once he got on the highway, he maintained the maximum speed limit the entire time.
He is just like everyone else in the world, always running around for three meals a day.
Qi Xia secretly made up his mind that even if he was overtime, he would give the driver 500 yuan.
The driver tried to talk to Qi Xia several times, but gradually found that this young man was not very talkative, so he could only turn on the radio in the car to try to make the atmosphere less awkward.
"You are listening to 89.7 Traffic Radio now."
A slightly magnetic voice came out slowly, which seemed to be a channel that taxi drivers like to listen to.
"It is 19:00 Beijing time now. Let's take a look at the comments from netizens on the network platform."
After the host said this, he was obviously stunned. He didn't say the next sentence for nearly ten seconds. It was definitely a live broadcast accident.
"Haha!" The driver said gloatingly, "Young man, what the hell is this? Are all the current anchors paid for their positions?"
Qi Xia frowned slightly, feeling that things were not that simple.
The psychological quality of the live broadcast hosts is very strong. Even if most of the messages on the online platform are useless, they will pick out the key information and broadcast it in the first time. But why hasn't anyone spoken for more than ten seconds?
"The messages on our online platform are a bit strange..." The host said in a strange tone, "The platform has received dozens of messages in a row, all saying that a strange crack appeared "above" the Qingdao entrance and exit of the Qingyin Expressway. We will contact the traffic police as soon as possible to confirm whether the crack comes from the signboard or other buildings. Please be careful to avoid passing vehicles."