A good story was ruined by a sentence, Hermione lifted her forehead and sighed, sure enough, this was the Roger she remembered. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two walked slowly under the dim streetlight, and a reversal of the little story diverted Hermione's attention, and she was completely unconcerned about Pandora's problem.

Walking all the way to the car, Roger reached out and knocked on the window.

After a long time in the car, the glass was shaken down, and a Sven man with glasses poked his head out: "What's wrong?"

Roger didn't speak, and after making sure that there was someone inside, he directly opened the back door and sat in, and at the same time said to Hermione in an inquiring tone, "Get in the car?"

"You know?" the girl was a little confused, but sat down out of concern.

Roger looked at Hermione with the same puzzled eyes: "What is there to know about the black taxi driver..."

"You...!?" Sven Nan saw that the girl was also in the car together, his eyes flickered, and the question he blurted out swallowed back, becoming: "... Where are you going?"

The corners of Roger's mouth were slightly raised: "I'll show the way, you can just open it~"

Sven Man glanced at the two children, licked his lips, and started the car.

Hermione, who was sitting side by side, glared at Roger fiercely and swung her head twice in the direction of the driver's seat, which was self-evident.

The boy made a calm gesture and motioned for her to watch the play in peace, which she would explain later.

The girl hesitated, but finally decided to wait and see how things would turn out for now.

Roger's home was already on the outskirts of the city of London, and not far from the road, the houses on both sides of the road disappeared into lush forests.

"Where are we going?" Sven Nan felt that something was wrong, and controlled the steering wheel to slow down the car: "At least tell me the address." ”

Roger played with his mobile phone, and pointed ahead without raising his head: "In that direction." ”

"Give me a specific address, not just 'that direction.'" Sven Nan said with some dissatisfaction.

"Okay," the boy paused Tetris and said to the "driver" in front of him with a serious face, "then go to 0.54 degrees east longitude and 51.31 degrees north latitude..."

Sven Nan stretched out his hand to interrupt Roger's words, pointed forward and said, "Let's go in 'that direction'......"

The car drove farther and farther, and there was no movement in the car except for the sound of the keys on the mobile phone.

Sven Nan's eyes kept peeking at the two children in the back seat with the rearview mirror, and at the same time began to be speechless: "Let others run around in the middle of the night, I don't think you are going to buy something." ”

"What does that look like?" said Hermione.

"Hua Shanan's concert always starts in the middle of the night, and teenagers love it, don't they?" said Sven Nan with a smile, but his words revealed confidence.

"Oh, yes... We all like it quite a bit~" Roger said in front of the girl, with a hint of excitement on his face to meet his friends.

In fact, he had never heard the name Hua Shanan......

"By the way, turn left at the intersection ahead. The boy, who saw the road ahead through the headlights, hurriedly said.

"Turn left, that's not the way to the concert... Do you recognize the way?" Sven Nan did not turn around as Roger's words, but drove straight through the intersection without making an assertion.

The boy opened his mouth and pretended to be uncertain: "Well, uh... Probably..."

Sven Nan couldn't help but smile: "Then listen to me, I will send you to your destination safely." ”

"Really?" Roger's tone suddenly rose, and the corners of his mouth also rose, "I wonder if the 'destination' you said is the same place as the one we want to go?"

Sven Nan's brows furrowed slightly, but his tone was as friendly as possible: "What, could it be that I guessed wrong?

"I hate coffee, especially without milk. Roger stuck out his tongue in disgust, then said in an accentuated tone, "But you quite like it... Right, Jeff?"

Sven Nan stared at the boy vigilantly from the rearview mirror, and his tone was not as friendly as he had just been: "How do you know my name? I don't seem to have told you. ”

"You just said that," Roger looked at him with a stunned expression, "You also said that you are a photographer, and asked us if we would like to be guests at your house, and you can help us take some pictures." ”

Hermione on the side was stunned, no one had said this at all.

"Impossible!" Sven denied, and the speed of the car dropped significantly.

"No, that's what you said," the boy leaned over from the back of the seat in front of him, and said with a hint of concern, "and we agreed~"

"What is this?Is this a prank?" Sven Nan directly parked the car on the side of the road, and turned around with a preachy look: "In the middle of the night, make a person who is enthusiastic about helping you poor?"

Roger tilted his head and replied, "Do you remember the question you asked before, Jeff? Actually, what I want to buy is your life~"

"What!?" Sven was stunned.

Roger directly pressed the back of Jeff's head with the palm of his hand, slammed his head on the steering wheel, and the car horn was smashed.

"I—" Jeff was dazed and wanted to say something.

"Is it because the steering wheel is elastic...?" the boy looked at Jeff, who hadn't fainted yet, and punched him again at his temple.

Sven Nan lost his life and lay on the steering wheel softly.

Hermione, in the back seat, was shocked, grabbed Roger's arm and asked, "What are you doing! You killed him!?"

"Of course not..."Roger got out of the car and threw the fainted Jeff to the passenger seat, and sat in the cab himself: "I'm not a person who kills innocents..."

"What's going on then?" Hermione leaned forward like Roger did just now, and asked her little friend: "I went out with a suitcase inexplicably at night, and I got into a car inexplicably, ran out of more than ten kilometers inexplicably, and now I inexplicably knocked the driver of the car unconscious!?"

Roger covered his face contrivedly, and looked so moved that he cried bitterly: "Wow~ You have held back so much inexplicability? I'm so moved~"

But pretending to be stupid and stunned at this time can't get rid of the girl's resentment.

Roger had no choice but to take his hand away and said with a smile: "Ann... You'll be curious, but the side of the road isn't a great place to tell a story... How about waiting a little longer?"

Hermione stared at her friend hesitantly, "What are you waiting for?"