Outside the airport in Gongcheng, a boy carrying a satchel took out a pack of slightly wrinkled soft-pack cigarettes from his pocket. Seeing this, a man in sunglasses next to him took a step forward and took out a lighter to light it.
But the young man waved his hand and just took the lighter from the man in sunglasses. He had no habit of letting unfamiliar people help him light his cigarettes.
'Poof' the flame rose, lit the cigarette butt red, and took a puff of the cigarette. Qian Mo did not return the lighter to the man in sunglasses, but stuffed the cigarette back into his trouser pocket, and then said: "It was Uncle San who asked you to come? It was him too."
Help me get a flight to Gong City?"
"Third Master asked me to come here to wait for you, but I don't know your flight date." The man in sunglasses stood upright beside him and said respectfully to Qian Mo.
Qian Mo glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, knowing that she couldn't get too much out of what she wanted to know from his mouth, so she didn't continue to ask, so she opened the back door of the black car and got in.
Along the way, Qian Mo didn’t ask the man in sunglasses where he wanted to take him, and the man in sunglasses didn’t say where he wanted to pick him up!
Let the scenery on both sides pass by in an instant. After a while, Qian Mo opened his sleepy eyes and flicked the car door with his finger: "This car is quite strong."
Hearing his words, the corners of the sunglasses man's eyes twitched under his sunglasses. He was watching the young man from the rearview mirror while driving just now, but he couldn't figure out why, but this sudden sentence was.
Let the man in sunglasses insist: "This is to ensure your safety. You also know that it is not peaceful now."
The car drove smoothly, and the interior of the car was surprisingly quiet. After a while, Qian Mo answered: "Yes, it's not peaceful!"
It's more like sighing and saying to himself: "I don't mind if I smoke a cigarette in the car."
"As you wish!" the man in sunglasses still replied respectfully
After a while, the car was filled with smoke. Qian Mo didn't smoke in small sips, but inhaled to the end. The smell of smoke deeply stimulated his chest. Qian Mobai felt comfortable and clear-headed, and shook his head.
He pinched it with two fingers and suddenly said: "Can you show me the photo in front of me?"
Question words, declarative sentences! This is how Qian Mo speaks!
Photo? The man in sunglasses froze obviously, but quickly adjusted himself and handed the photo frame placed in front of the car to Qian Mo.
"This is your daughter? She's very cute." Qianxun looked at the photo in the exquisite frame. A little girl of five or six years old was riding on the shoulders of a middle-aged man. A pretty woman beside her looked at them with a smile. The family was enjoying themselves.
enviable
The man in sunglasses didn't answer him this time, and Qian Mo didn't insist on his answer. The car suddenly became quiet.
After looking at it for a while, Qian Mo handed the photo back to him. Looking in the rearview mirror, although the sunglasses blocked his eyes, Qian Mo could still see the nervous look on his face.
"How are they doing? Well, it's your daughter and the others." After saying this abruptly, Qian Mo closed his eyes again. It had been too long since he had closed his eyes. He needed a good rest, even if he just closed his eyes and fell asleep.
But when the man in sunglasses heard his words, he was startled. He controlled the steering wheel skillfully with one hand and gently stroked the photo with the other. He exhaled heavily and twitched the corner of his mouth, which was self-deprecating: "We little people can eat three meals a day."
Don’t worry, you just have a good life, you don’t understand.”
"Perhaps" Qian Mo didn't argue, without showing a trace of expression on his face: "By the way, the front seems to be the famous Gongming Bridge in Gong City. The reason why Qian Mo knew where it was was because he was still falling asleep from time to time.
He looked out the window, observing this unfamiliar environment, and the stop signs along the way let him know that the one ahead was Gongcheng Bridge!
The man in sunglasses choked up again after hearing this, and the car that had been driving smoothly began to shake slightly, but he quickly adjusted. At this time, he felt a lot of sweat dripping from his palms, and there seemed to be cold sweat on his forehead.
Although he didn't answer Qian Mo's previous question, he felt a sense of determination in his heart and drove a little faster than before!
The accident on the bridge happened suddenly!
"Penglong!" A loud noise was heard from the middle section of the Gongshi Bridge, followed immediately by the sound of brakes and some anxious curses from those who were blocked in the road ahead, and more of the sounds of curious onlookers.
"Ah! A car rushed off the bridge, call the police!"
"I was behind this car just now. As soon as this car reached the bridge, it drove all the way to the right and rushed straight into the fence. Tsk, tsk, did you drive under the influence?"
"When you mentioned this, I remembered if someone had jumped out of the car just now. I seemed to have seen a young man jump out!"
At this time, more and more passers-by gathered, and the voice of the person who originally spoke was quickly drowned in the noise, and the important thing was ignored.
At this time, a traffic jam formed on the bridge deck, and for a while, the sound of horns and the sound of conversations began to correspond.
At the fence of the bridge not far away, no one noticed the rather embarrassed young man whose clothes were obviously torn. He frowned slightly as he looked at the car that was gradually submerging into the river.
Ten minutes before this incident:
"We're almost crossing the bridge, don't miss the direction." Qian Mo's voice was as calm as water, but it aroused waves in the heart of the man in sunglasses.
The young man in the rearview mirror was sitting quietly, and the surroundings were surrounded by white smoke, making it difficult for the man in sunglasses to see clearly his slightly tired eyes. The originally steady man in sunglasses said with a slight tremor:
"you know?"
"I probably know" Qian Mo put out the burning cigarette with his index finger and thumb. He hadn't had a good rest in the past few days and needed cigarettes to help him refresh himself.
After exhaling the last breath of smoke from his throat, Qian Mo slowly said: "This car is obviously thicker. Maybe it's not peaceful during this period. Preventing gun attacks is a good reason, but I think the person behind you meant...
I want to turn this into a prison. Well, it's good to trap me. This is just one point. The second thing is that you don't smoke. And look, the car is full of smoke, but you don't even frown. The car windows
Even if you don't open it, the car window is already fixed. The third point is very simple. You bring photos of your wife and daughter. This is a taboo in your profession. Finally, when we talked about the bridge,
If my guess is correct, the boss behind you will use your wife and daughter as a threat to cause a traffic accident on the bridge that you are about to reach, and rush directly off the bridge deck in a traffic accident. The windows of the car are sealed. I will die knowingly.
Am I right?"
It is also rare for Qian Mo to say so much in one breath. After saying this, he faced the surprised eyes in the rearview mirror. Qian Mo did not have a sarcastic tone, but had a trace of pity in his eyes.
The car returned to its original dead silence, and in stark contrast to Qian Mo's calm eyes closed, the man in sunglasses breathed faster.
Because the bridge is not far away
"I love my wife and daughter," the man in sunglasses holding the steering wheel said suddenly. His hand on the steering wheel began to tremble involuntarily, and his glasses were a little red, a ferocious red: "I just want to go home and see it every day.
My wife hugs my daughter, but why do you people treat us like we’re as lowly as dogs? Why!”
You must be as cheap as a dog! You have been holding it in your heart for years! The man with glasses was roaring word by word from his throat at the end!
For what reason, Qian Mo couldn’t answer, so he could only respond with silence.
When the man in sunglasses saw that he was silent, his expression showed a look of madness, and a sickly grin appeared on his face: "As long as you die, they will be fine. Yes, you must die!"
Feeling the madness of the man in sunglasses, watching the speed of the car increase, his hand on the steering wheel has obviously swerved to the right. Is he really determined to fall into the river with himself?
Qian Mo also sighed softly in his heart, without showing any emotion on his face, and said softly: "This door is not thick enough."
Before the man in sunglasses could realize the meaning of Qian Mo's words, the black car had already hit the guardrail of the bridge. Without paying attention, the man in sunglasses hit his head hard on the steering wheel, and a lot of blood poured out of his forehead.
Qian Mo found the right opportunity at this time, took a deep breath, raised his foot and kicked the car door suddenly. Although the door was not opened by the kick, it severely deformed the originally welded and thickened door. As you can imagine,
, Qian Mo’s kick is so powerful
Qian Mo kicked the door down and the door deformed. He raised his foot again and kicked it down again. A crack opened in the door. Qian Mo took a deep breath again and kicked it down. He saw a piece of the car door falling off and flying out on the highway.
It hit the barrier of the bridge on the far right side of the road, causing bursts of sparks from the friction.
At this time, Qian Mo in the car glanced at the man in sunglasses who was a little confused after hitting his head. He only glanced at the man and then stood up and jumped. Due to inertia, Qian Mo fell to the ground after jumping out.
He rolled a few times before stopping. After getting up, Qian Mo also looked a little embarrassed.
...
Standing on the edge of the bridge railing, watching the car being swallowed up by the river, the young man looked away. He took out a delicate lighter from his trouser pocket, held it gently in front of his eyes and turned it over, but he didn't see him taking it.
Light a cigarette
With a flick of the young man's fingers, the delicate lighter drew a beautiful arc and landed directly on the place where the car had just submerged into the river. The originally unquiet river surface was once again stirred up with waves of ripples.
The young man glanced at the river again. When he looked away, he remained as indifferent as he was at first. He slowly walked away from the crowd of onlookers, and no one noticed him.
The young man who left was none other than Qian Mo