Neighborhood lover: Come to my bowl!

Mu Qingtian took a breath and said to the driver around him, "stop." The driver frowned and was embarrassed: "Mr. mu, this is a wilderness. It's not safe for you to get off here."

"Stop!" Mu Qingtian said again. At the same time, he also thanked the driver for his concern, "thank you for your concern."

He took another hundred yuan out of his pocket.

"I'll get off here and you'll go back empty. This money is no respect."

"Well... Mr. mu, you've given me enough money. I..."

"You're welcome. You know I'm Mu Qingtian. This money is nothing to me."

Mu Qingtian stuffed the money into the driver's pocket.

The driver looked embarrassed, but he didn't return the money.

He said, "you are a big boss. This money is really nothing to you. But how many big bosses will be so generous. You are so open-minded, boss mu."

This is the second time he said the word "bright" after seeing Mu Qing.

The taxi stopped at the intersection.

"Thank you."

Mu Qingtian thanked and got out of the car. One carried the box and closed the door with the other hand.

The driver waved to him in the car, turned around and drove back.

The wheel didn't turn a few times. He suddenly stopped and poked his head out of the car.

"Mr. mu, otherwise I'll wait for you. This car is your bag. The money you give is enough."

Mu Qingtian waved his hand and showed his smiling face again.

"No. I'll call if I need a car."

Mu Qingtian shook his cell phone, which means he will call his cell phone at that time.

The driver retracted his head, stepped on the accelerator and the taxi drove north.

After driving every two minutes, I suddenly saw an SUV coming head-on and passing by the wrong side of his taxi.

At this time, Mu Qingtian is standing alone on the roadside.

Another gust of wind came. It feels colder here. Without the shelter of reinforced concrete, the cold wind can directly blow to the face, just like a knife cutting.

There are trees along the road. It's winter now. There are no leaves on the trees. The wind blew and the dry branches shook slowly. The shadow on the ground also moved. There are squeaking sounds, floating in the surrounding air from time to time, and I don't know what made them.

The weather is fine tonight. The moon is bright and cold.

Mu Qingtian wrapped his thick coat. At the same time, he picked up his suitcase. There was a million dollars in it, which could be exchanged for the ransom for the lives of the three people. No matter how mu Qingtian clenched it, he seemed to feel that it would fly away, but he was not at ease.

On the right hand is a mobile phone. Waiting for the kidnappers to contact again.

The cell phone rang.

"Hey, where are you? I brought the money. You let the man go."

"Hehe, Mr. Mu really keeps his word."

Mu Qingtian heard the sound of the car engine from his mobile phone. The voice is still loud. It seems that the other party is making a phone call in a moving car. I just don't know if he's driving and talking on the phone.

Mu Qingtian said, "don't talk nonsense. Tell me where to pay and where to get people."

"You'll know soon."

"What do you mean? Say it!"

"You stand in the middle of the road. My car will arrive soon."

Mu Qingtian stood in the middle of the road. Facing south.

"Where are you? Are you in the north or south?"

"You look north."

Mu Qingtian turned around and saw that a car had appeared in his sight. It's an SUV. The headlights are on. The high beam is on. Mu Qingtian is dazzled by the light, and his eyes are blurred. Instinctively, he raised his hand to cover it.

The car drove faster and faster. Even when Mu Qingtian came near, there was no sign of slowing down.

Mu Qingtian can't see it. He just heard the engine of the car getting louder and louder. Knowing his bad heart, he hurried to the roadside to dodge.

But it's too late.

A thud. Mu Qingtian was hit by an off-road vehicle. The suitcase fell on the ground and rolled over several times. The suitcase was knocked open and the money in it was scattered all over the floor.

The SUV turned around in front, turned 180 degrees and drove back.

Two people jumped from above, one is Gao DASONG and the other is LAN caier.

Gao DASONG laughed.

He bit his teeth and said fiercely, "Mu Qingtian, last time you hit me. This time I let you return it with interest. I want your life!"

LAN caier squatted down to pick up the money scattered on the ground. She pulled the box over and shoved the money into it.

"Gao DASONG, come and help me pick up the money."

"No, I have to see Mu Qingtian. I'll see if he's dead. If he's not dead, I'll make up another knife."

He looked around, but he couldn't see Mu Qingtian. The impact just now was so violent that Mu Qingtian flew to the side of the road. The roadside is a deep ditch. There are a lot of sundries on the side of the ditch, and then there is farmland in the distance.

Just then, another cloud came and blocked the moon.

Gao DASONG took a picture with the flashlight on his mobile phone, which didn't work at all. I can't find Mu Qingtian at all. He wanted to get the bright flashlight in the car, but LAN caier stopped him.

"Don't look for him. You can't survive this collision. Come with me to pick up the money. It's all money. We have to rely on it when we go abroad."

Gao DASONG thought so. Now it's still the most important to pick up money.

The two men grabbed the money at random and stuffed it into their suitcase. When Mu Qingtian came, the suitcase was very empty. He shook hard, and there would be a sound in the suitcase. And be tossed about by them. The money was scattered and the suitcase was full. From time to time, there are hundred dollar bills falling.

I don't care.

The two got into the car and stepped on the accelerator. The car drove away at a very fast speed.

As soon as they left, the taxi drove back.

The driver thought that if Mu Qingtian wanted to call a car after he finished his work, he would leave him a phone number. Just call him if you want to call a car. Mu Qingtian is a rich man. Rich people always act strangely. In the middle of the night, Mu Qingtian took a taxi out and got off at this place. It's probably a secret.

What's his secret? The young driver doesn't want to care. He just wants to make some car money.

He drove the car to the place where he admired the world's cars. Suddenly, the wind blew. Several hundred dollar bills were blown up by the wind and snapped on the front windshield.

The driver was so frightened that his hair stood up.

He didn't think it was real money. He thought it was a ghost coin.

Grandpa Mao on the money was looking at him with a smile.

Similar scenes were often seen in horror films before. This is usually a harbinger of haunting. The driver put his hands together and read in his mouth.

"God, I haven't done anything bad. Don't be haunted."

Dong Dong, he heard someone knocking on the door.

He is more afraid.

"Oh, my God. Do you really want to be haunted?"

"Open the door." A very weak voice sounded outside.

The driver heard the sound familiar. Take the courage to pull the door open. One hand reached out from the outside. Pulled the driver's pants.

"Do me a favor and call me." Mu Qingtian raised his head and his face was covered with blood.

"Mr. Mu!" The driver finally recognized him. "What's the matter with you? Was there an accident? Who hit you like this?! I'll call an ambulance now."

Mu Qingtian held his hand and shook his head: "no! Call me and ask Mu Huanjiang to come quickly. I have something to say to him! Ranran, don't do anything. Wait for me!"