When he felt this way, Song Qian subconsciously slowed down his steps, and at the same time, the footsteps behind him also slowed down.

Huo Ran stopped, squatted down, and pretended to tie his shoes......

Uhh

Then pretend to be an ankle scratch.

Anyway, Song Qian couldn't do the act of taking out a handkerchief on the street and then bending down to wipe his shoes. The danger of this action is actually similar to bending down to pick up soap in a bathhouse.

So, he found a reason to squat, and he could only squat and scratch his ankles.

Sure enough, the footsteps behind him also stopped.

Could it be that he was being followed? The people sent by Deng Qinsheng? Or did he only drive Bugatti for half a day, and he was targeted by the kidnappers?

Oh!

This time, I thought that I still had a Bugatti parked at the entrance to Wonder Street.

Although luxury cars pull the wind, but the wind has the advantage of pulling the wind, that is, it is always in the public eye, if it is not his own death, but there will be no danger.

So now, is it time to go back and directly debunk the stalker?

Obviously not good!

Now that you are sure that you are being followed, you must stay calm, pretend that you don't know anything, continue to walk, and change the original route of travel, you can keep detouring, and then throw off the other person in a crowded place and get out smoothly.

That's right, that's how it is played on TV.

Song Qian didn't know if this kind of plot filmed on TV was written blindly. And it is certain that neither the author, screenwriter, nor the director has the experience of being followed and then successfully dumped by others. After all, living in China, the safety factor is still quite high, and the probability of being kidnapped is obviously much lower than that of being blackmailed by an old man who fell to the ground.

But even if it wasn't on TV, Song Qian was ready to do it, because it was much safer than looking back and seeing the people who followed him now.

I am in the light, and the enemy is in the dark, so if I can't do the enemy, I can only outwit the enemy.

Song Qian finally understood why those rich people needed bodyguards. At this moment, he was carrying a little heart that was beating faster and faster, and his steps were getting bigger and bigger.

Li Zhenzhen was really depressed at this time, and after the boss drove his golden Bentley back to carry Song Qian, she asked for leave.

What are you doing on leave? Naturally, I caught up with Song Qian and waited for an opportunity to find a topic.

That's right, just pretend to be like a chance encounter on the road, bump into it, and then press the road together, and stroll around until the night is dark and there are fewer people, so it is logical that you can go to open a room to rest and rest.

It's true that the routine is like this, but it seems that the way it opens is a little wrong.

Li Zhenzhen finally caught up with Song Qian and was about to step forward to say hello, but Song Qian's steps began to be strange, fast and slow, and suddenly stopped to scratch his ankle. This made Li Zhenzhen not know whether to go up for a while.

Then he hesitated and didn't go up in time to say hello, and then he was even more sad.

Originally, the steps of men and women were different, Song Qian took one step normally, and Li Zhenzhen had to keep up with two steps, and the reason why she was able to keep up before was because Song Qian was pacing, swaying. But at this moment, Song Qian was almost walking quickly, and his steps were so big that Li Zhenzhen had to trot.

But even if you trot, there is still a possibility of losing it.

The key is that further ahead is the pedestrian street, and there are a lot of people at this point. Song Qian was wearing an ordinary white T-shirt and jeans, not more than one meter tall, and there was no aura of a local tyrant on his head, once he entered the crowd, he was likely to be unable to find it.

That's right, Song Qian thought so too, so he walked faster.

Li Zhenzhen really can't let this opportunity slip away in front of her eyes. Even if you can't finally go to open a room to rest and rest, since you met on the road, it's always okay to talk on the road, after all, everyone is classmates, and there are ten pink diamonds to talk about.

If you get out of the way, run up and shout directly, although it's not romantic.

But with such a decision, Song Qian's figure did not enter the crowd, and he couldn't find it all of a sudden.

Song Qian had all his attention in his ears at the moment, listening to the voice behind him, the kind of footsteps that were consistent with his own footsteps were still there.

Of course, Song Qian is not an anti-tracking expert, so after speeding up his pace before, he actually couldn't tell the difference. Then, at this time, there are more and more people, and from time to time there will be physical contact with passers-by, although it is not a rubbing, but it is indeed crowded.

In this case, there shouldn't be a kidnapper who would be so bold as to come up and give himself a mouthful of sweat medicine, right?

Besides, after walking so fast for five or six minutes, Song Qian also felt a little breathing.

He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when suddenly, Song Qian felt his shoulders sink.

it!

Song Qian secretly said that it was not good.

Could it be that this kidnapper is not going down the usual path, and he wants to attack in a crowded place?

"Hey!"

A deep voice came from above Song Qian's head.

Listening to the direction of this voice and the depth of the voice, Song Qian could judge that this was a rather strong man.

Shouldn't it be outwitted to attack in a place where there are many people? A big man is ready to carry himself directly into the car?

If this is the case, will anyone save it?

Song Qian immediately empathized, feeling that if he saw a big man on the street carrying a man away, he would definitely just watch in a daze, watch them disappear, and in the end, he wouldn't even make a phone call.

That's right, the masses love to watch the excitement the most, but they are also the least nosy.

It's really a good routine for kidnapping.

But for now, what to do?!

Song Qian's heart, with the sinking of this shoulder, had completely reached his throat, so that he doubted whether he could shout.

"Hey!"

The deep voice continued.

Song Qian could only turn his head hard, and sure enough, he faced a man who was at least one meter eighty-five and weighed more than two hundred.

"You ......"

"Did you drop this?"

The man did not take out a handkerchief with sweat medicine on his shoulder, nor did he directly carry the person on his shoulder, but handed over a card.

"Ugh!"

Song Qian really couldn't help but snort, he was going to exclaim for help, because he braked in time, and then there were some sequelae, and then there was such a sound.

A little ecstasy, so that the big man heard the sound, and couldn't help but chrysanthemum tightened.

Dahan handed over to Shangde, it was a room card, which was the room card of the hotel where Song Qian was currently staying. I thought about it because I was in a hurry just now, and I didn't know how to put my hand because I was nervous, so I went in and out of my pocket, so I took the room card out.

"Oh! Thank you!"

Song Qian knew that he was too inexplicable like this just now, so he hurriedly took the room card returned by Dahan and thanked him again and again.

Vignette.

It wasn't until the big man disappeared into the crowd in front of him, without the slightest appearance of wanting to be captured, that Song Qian breathed a sigh of relief and put his heart back in his stomach.

I don't know if I'm really thinking too much.