It was probably around noon that Song Qingchun noticed that someone was following him.

In the weather of more than 20 degrees, normal people will wear a single shirt even if they don't wear short sleeves, and that person is dressed in black, wrapping himself like a zongzi, covering his whole body tightly, and wearing a hat and a mask.

Song Qingchun pretended not to notice, and as usual when shopping, he looked at it carefully, tried it on, and picked it.

Wherever she went, as long as she looked through the mirror and paid special attention for a moment, she would always see the specially armed stalker.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Qingchun drank a glass of hot milk in the café on the fourth floor, rested for about twenty minutes with a magazine, and then when the mobile phone rang, he raised his eyes, glanced at the screen, deleted the text message he received, and then called the waiter to settle the bill, got up, and walked to the elevator to the underground parking lot.

Song Qingchun stepped into the elevator, pressed the close button, and through the slowly closing elevator door, she once again saw the stalker dressed in black.

As soon as he came out of the elevator, it was Song Qingchun's car, and when he walked to the front of the car, he found that the four tires had been deflated at some point.

Song Qingchun held up his mobile phone, first contacted the towing company, and then stepped into the elevator again and went up to the first floor.

Song Qingchun walked out of the mall and stood on the side of the road waiting for a taxi.

But it was only half a minute before a yellow taxi pulled up in front of her.

Song Qingchun glanced at the person sitting in the driver's seat through the window, opened the back door, sat in, and then told the taxi master the address of Song's house.

The taxi driver didn't speak, and after Song Qingchun sat down, he started the car.

Song Qingchun lowered his eyes, and when he pressed his mobile phone, he swept the clothes hidden under the car seat, all black, with a mask and a peaked cap rolled inside.

Song Qingchun just glanced at it, then pretended not to see anything, closed his eyes as if he was very tired, and rested.

Song Qingchun actually didn't fall asleep at all, although she closed her eyes, she knew that the car stopped halfway, and the taxi driver turned around and took her mobile phone from her fingertips. Fisherwoman

But she never opened her eyes, and it wasn't until more than half an hour later that she looked dazed, rubbed her eyes, and lifted her eyelids.

She was stunned for a while, and then looked out the window of the car, and found that the car had already driven out of Beijing City and on the highway. Then he immediately sat up straight as if he didn't know anything, and patted the back seat of the taxi driver: "Master, you are driving the wrong way......

As if he hadn't heard her, the taxi driver continued to increase the accelerator and drive forward.

Between the back seat and the front seat of the taxi, there was a net guardrail, Song Qingchun couldn't touch the taxi master at all, so he had to turn around and pull the door, and found that the car had been locked, so he pretended to be panicked, and while questioning the taxi driver where he was going to pull her, he began to look for his mobile phone and reacted to the police.

Unable to find her mobile phone, she began to panic, began to be afraid, and began to cry and beg the taxi driver.

The taxi driver turned a deaf ear and did not respond in the slightest, just staring intently at the road in front of him, driving rapidly.