Dear Mr. Shi

There was a taxi parked outside the door, Song Qinghuan didn't even think about it, opened the door of the taxi, and sat in: "Drive, go to the Banshan villa area!"

Because Song Qiliang was chasing after him, she didn't pay much attention to it, so she didn't notice that the taxi didn't have a license plate.

But in fact, even if it is not dangerous, how many people pay attention to the taxi when taking a taxi, do they have a license plate?

After getting in the car, Song Qinghuan was panting, until the taxi left Song's house far away, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She eased her breath, and then glanced at the driver beside her.

Although the driver is sitting, he can be seen as a tall man. He is wearing a black sportswear, with black sunglasses and a mask on his face. It makes people unable to see his appearance at all. The hands on the steering wheel , One was covered with dark spots, and there were only four fingers.

Song Qinghuan didn't think there was anything wrong. Who made the air pollution too serious now? It was haze from time to time, and many people would wear masks when they went out.

I dare not look at other people's four fingers. Disability will definitely be a pain in people's hearts.

Song Qinghuan opened her bag and prepared to call Shi Yuhan with her mobile phone.

When a person is most afraid of, or has just experienced the most fearful thing, the first thing he thinks of is the person he cares about the most, and he gets the most effective comfort from him.

While looking for the phone in his bag, Song Qinghuan saw a royal blue lighter next to the seat.

This lighter seems a bit familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

Song Qinghuan thought, but didn't care too much, and continued to take the phone from the bag.

An aura flashed in his mind leisurely, and Song Qinghuan had a pause.

Why is this royal blue lighter so similar to the one Song Qiliang often holds in his hand?

Song Qiliang’s lighter was made by Zippo, the price was nearly 1,000 yuan, and it had been used for several years.

Song Qinghuan stopped holding the mobile phone and turned the lighter in its original position, which was also a Zippo brand.

She glanced at the four-fingered driver next to her lightly, and her heart jumped quickly.

Is it just a coincidence? Is it just that someone used the same lighter as Song Qiliang and fell here?

With alarms in his ears, Song Qinghuan froze, trying to suppress his uneasy emotions.

She thought for a while, then smiled and looked at her four fingers, trying to make her voice sound as smooth as possible: "Master, please stop in front, I have something to deal with, so I'll get out of the car in front."

Regardless of whether the lighter was Song Qiliang or not, Song Qinghuan just wanted to get out of the car.

Four fingers glanced at Song Qinghuan, and a cold murderous aura slipped across the eyes behind the sunglasses.

Instead of stopping, he speeded up.

Song Qinghuan panicked and yelled: "Stop, I will park for me!"

Four Fingers ignored her, and the body moved forward like a swordfish in the traffic, with an overwhelming murderous aura.

Song Qinghuan felt the breath of death at this moment, and forced it towards her little by little.

With a sudden suffocation of his heart, Song Qinghuan quickly took out the mobile phone in his bag and prepared to call the police.

Four fingers made a sharp turn and turned the car into a small alley.

Immediately, "Stab!" A sharp friction sounded between the car bodies.

Song Qinghuan's body slammed forward with inertia.

She subconsciously supported her front with her hand to prevent herself from hitting it. At this moment, her palm was empty and the phone was suddenly taken away...