NOVPUBChapter 373: 373, Alarm, that touch of murderous intent
Chapter 373: 373, Alarm, that touch of murderous intent
Outside the door stood a taxi, Song Qinghuan didn’t think twice, she pulled open the taxi door and got in: “Drive, to the Half Mountain Villa area!”
Because of Song Qiliang’s pursuit from behind, she didn’t pay much attention, and hence, did not notice that this taxi had no license plate.
But even if it was safe, how many people would pay attention to whether or not a taxi had a license plate when hailing one?
When Song Qinghuan got into the car, she was panting heavily. Not until the taxi had left the Song Family residence far behind, did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
After catching her breath, she then glanced at the driver next to her.
Although the driver was sitting down, it was apparent that he was a tall man. He was wearing a black tracksuit, his face obscured by black sunglasses and a mask, making it impossible to discern his appearance. His hand, resting on the steering wheel, was covered with dark spots and had only four fingers.
Song Qinghuan didn’t find anything wrong. In current times with severe air pollution and frequent smoggy weather, many people wore masks when they went out.
She also didn’t dare to stare at the man’s four-fingered hand; disability could be a sensitive topic to many.
Song Qinghuan opened her bag, intending to take out her phone to call Shi Yuhuan.
When a person is most frightened, or had just been awfully scared, the first person that comes to mind is the one they care about the most, where they can find the most effective consolation.
While looking for her phone in her bag, Song Qinghuan noticed a royal blue lighter on the side of her seat.
This lighter seemed familiar as if she had seen it somewhere before.
Song Qinghuan mused over it but didn’t pay it much mind, continuing to pull her phone out of the bag.
In a flash of realization, Song Qinghuan paused her action.
Why did this royal blue lighter look so much like the one Song Qiliang often held in his hand?
That lighter of Song Qiliang’s was a Zippo brand and cost nearly a thousand yuan, having been used for several years.
Song Qinghuan stopped reaching for her phone, turning the lighter around in its original position, it was indeed a Zippo.
She subtly glanced at the four-fingered driver next to her, her heart pounding fiercely.
Could it just be a coincidence? Was it that someone happened to use the same kind of lighter as Song Qiliang and then dropped it here?
Her ears echoed with warnings, Song Qinghuan froze in her seat, desperately suppressing her burgeoning unease.
She thought for a moment, then, smiling at the four-fingered man, she tried to keep her voice steady: “Driver, could you pull over up ahead, I have something to deal with, I’ll get off there.”
Regardless of whether the lighter belonged to Song Qiliang or not, Song Qinghuan just wanted to get out of the car.
The four-fingered man glanced at Song Qinghuan. A cold, murderous intent slid across his eyes behind the sunglasses.
Not only did he not stop the car, but he also sped up.
Song Qinghuan panicked and shouted, “Stop the car! Stop the car now!”
The four-fingered man ignored her. The car sped forward like a fish in the current, carrying an unstoppable killing aura.
At that moment, Song Qinghuan felt the breath of the grim reaper approaching her bit by bit.
Her heart clenched, Song Qinghuan quickly fished her phone out of her bag, preparing to call the police.
The four-fingered man made a sharp turn, steering the car into an alley.
Suddenly, a harsh “screech!” of friction rang out between the vehicles.
Song Qinghuan’s body flew forward with inertia.
Instinctively, she put her hand out to brace against the impact. Just at that moment, her hand was abruptly empty. Someone had snatched her phone…
