The rain was swept by the strong wind and hit the windows, forming irregular streams.

When the math teacher walked into the classroom with his rulers, the students' expressions of joy became depressed.

This class was a physical education class, but now it was raining heavily, so it was naturally canceled and turned into self-study, but the math teacher and the Chinese teacher were unwilling to let go of this excellent time to class, so they waited for the opportunity to start a fight.

The war ended with the math teacher landing on the podium first, and the Chinese teacher had no choice but to leave with the thick ancient text in his hand.

Ye Yu looked out the window a little absent-mindedly, looking at the rain that surrounded the city like mist, she vaguely felt that something bad was about to happen today.

The feeling of uneasiness hit Ye Yu like a tide, and a voice in her heart told her that she seemed to have forgotten something very important, and the unstoppable anxiety made her desperately wish that today's class could end early, instead of sitting here and listening to the math teacher chanting the pile of unremembered symbols.

Ye Yu thought bitterly, obviously she had already submitted the drawing, but why couldn't this uneasiness be dispelled?

After struggling for a while, Ye Yu still decided to listen to the class carefully, the math teacher is very strict, if he finds that he is distracted, he may be reprimanded after class for a while.

Ye Yu left the uneasiness of unknown origin behind him, and tried his best to memorize the key knowledge in class with a normal heart.

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Mirmis saw the ID in a prominent position with the name of the holder, Wells Hope, written on it.

Pavia immediately recognized this as Roy's father, and although she hadn't seen him for a long time, she could still recognize him the moment she saw him.

"Let's go catch up with him."

Pavia hurriedly urged Mirmis, but Mirmis hit the nail on the head with a question: "How to chase?"

Pavia was about to answer and run over, but it was unrealistic to run wild on a rainy day, and Wells had already taken a taxi out of the field of vision of the two, and if he didn't know where he wanted to go, he couldn't chase him.

Suddenly, Pavia thought of a very simple way, she immediately took out her mobile phone and dialed Wells's number.

A familiar voice came from the phone, saying in standard Mandarin: "The user you are calling has been turned off, please dial again later."

Pavia was about to smash her phone to the ground in a fit of rage, but she hesitated, she didn't want the muddy water to stain the snow dumpling pendant on her phone.

At this point, Mirmis tugged at Pavia's cuffs, pointed to the north, and said, "In this direction."

While Pavia's attention was focused on her phone, Mirmis connected to a nearby surveillance camera via the café's WiFi and managed to locate the taxi that had just left at the intersection in the north.

"How do you know it's over there?"

Pavia looked at Mirmis suspiciously, the direction she gave was unreasonable, it felt like a guess.

Mirmis hesitated for a moment, then said in an uncertain tone, "...... Gut feeling? ”

Pavia was stunned for a second, then beamed with joy, as if she had found a like-minded friend.

"That's what my gut instinct says."

Pavia flagged down a taxi at the intersection, and the two quickly got into the back seat.

The driver in the front row asked enthusiastically, "Hello, where are you going?"

Milmis pointed ahead and said like a navigation voice: "Go 300 meters and turn left."

After listening to what Mirmis said, the driver's face was full of embarrassment, and then he said in a very embarrassed tone: "I need a specific address to send you there."

Pavia impatiently kicked the driver's seat and shouted, "Shut up, drive!"

The driver had never encountered such an arrogant passenger, so he confessed on the spot and quickly said, "Okay, good."

The driver swallowed a mouthful of saliva in a panic, his fingers chattering.

Damn, you won't encounter dangerous people, right?

The driver quietly glanced at Pavia from the rearview mirror, and was immediately glared back by her, and the driver broke out in a cold sweat.

The driver, who was afraid that Pavia would take out a watermelon knife in the next second, quickly started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove in the direction indicated by Mirmis.

A few minutes later, the driver noticed that there seemed to be a traffic jam ahead, but this is not a traffic jam in the city center, so he was a little puzzled.

After approaching other vehicles, the driver heard a complaint from the side: "Damn, Lao Tzu has been waiting for two minutes, why is the traffic light not good?"

The driver subconsciously looked up, and the traffic lights in the distance lit up in a striking red, which is probably the reason for the pomp and circumstance of the vehicles.

Suddenly, the signal light turned from red to green, and the drivers in front of them slammed on the accelerator and rushed forward like wild horses.

Seeing this, the driver also stepped on the accelerator lightly and drove slowly with the vehicle in front of him.

As if by good fortune, the green light lasted for four minutes, until the taxi in which Mirmis and Pavia had passed the intersection before the yellow light began to flash.

"Turn right at the intersection 200 meters ahead."

"There is a construction section, keep right."

"Speed up, go straight."

In Pavia's opinion, Mirmis is as if he can predict the road conditions in advance, which is a little unbelievable.

Could it be that superpowers are real?

Pavia couldn't help but think that she had heard some urban legend that a dangerous organization had modified the brains of some people, giving them superpowers that were different from the rest.

Of course, this was only a momentary thought for Pavia, and she didn't believe this kind of rumor that was nonsense when she heard it.

She prefers to believe that Mirmis, like her, has a sixth sense after a lot of physical training.

The driver followed Mirmis's instructions and soon caught up with the taxi in which Wells was riding.

Then Milmis uttered something that most taxi drivers want to hear: "Keep up with the taxi in front."

As soon as the driver heard this, this sentence meant that the two people in the back seat would pay him a decent income.

Although the red-haired one looks fierce, the white-haired one should give money.

Thinking of this, the driver couldn't help but feel a little lost, but he still had to finish the work before he could talk about the money, otherwise the red-haired one would definitely kick the seat again.

Mirmis noticed that the surrounding landscape was becoming more and more desolate, and the direction of the taxi was gradually moving away from the city center.

Two taxis, one in front of the other, finally arrived near a remote abandoned building after a journey of more than ten minutes.

A somewhat timid figure, bent down from the taxi, carefully holding a black bag in his arms.

This figure is Roy's father, Wells.

Wells looked around cautiously to make sure there was no one else nearby before he ventured into the abandoned building.

Mirmis and Pavia got out of the car a little further away and sneaked up behind Wells.

"Aren't we going to give things back to Mr. Wells? Why act like you're going to rob him? ”

Mirmis asked, puzzled.

Pavia looked away with some embarrassment: "That's because ......"

The reason why Pavia hadn't seen Wells for a long time was simple, because she didn't want to go, and she didn't know how to face Roy's father.

It was only a spur of the moment to return his wallet, but she didn't think too much about it just now, and even forgot that she hadn't seen Wells for a long time.

Pavia didn't know if she should obey the impulse she had just made, so she walked over naturally and returned her wallet to Wells.

Or a more relaxed option and let Milmis do the work for you.

Mirmis was still waiting for Pavia's answer, her longing gaze piercing Pavia's heart.

In desperation, Pavia had no choice but to say, "Because I want to find out why Uncle Wells came to such a place, and what he wants to do."

It wasn't all an improvised lie, and Pavia's suspicions only increased when she noticed Wells in such an inaccessible ruin, and his strange gestures of fear.

This was no excuse to keep Uncle Wells at arm's length, Pavia was convinced.

However, in the next second, Pavia noticed that Mirmis had disappeared from her side and ran straight towards Wells.

"Will-"

As soon as Mirmis tried to call Wells out, Pavia quickly covered her mouth and pulled her into the alley.

Wells looked back with some confusion, but saw nothing.

Perhaps it was because of the illusion of nervousness that Wells comforted himself so much.

Thinking about what you're about to do, it's inevitable that you'll feel pressured and that illusion will arise.

Without paying much attention to his back, Wells continued in the direction of the abandoned building.

Seeing that Wells was not suspicious, Pavia breathed a sigh of relief and let go of Mirmis.

Pavia angrily asked, "Why did you suddenly run over?"

Mirmis replied righteously, "If you want the answer to your question, you can ask the other person directly."

If the other person refuses to answer, it is good to continue to follow the other person, Mirmis thought.

If there's a more efficient way, why not choose it?

However, Pavia's face suddenly changed a lot after hearing this answer, and it seemed that she did not like this method.

Suddenly, Wells tripped over a protruding rock, and the black bag in his arms fell to the ground, and the contents tipped over.

The sound appealed to the two, who involuntarily poked their heads out and looked in the direction in which the bag had fallen.

There were several pieces of clothing scattered on the floor, with a noticeable bulge in the middle, and the clothes seemed to cover something.

Wells touched his head, and it was fine, but he noticed that all the contents of the bag were scattered, and immediately scrambled to collect them.

One by one, the clothes were put into the bag, and the objects under the clothes were revealed.

It's a timed dynamite.