Fortune Teller Master

roadside.
She can remember the name of most of the shops.
However, she has never seen this road.

At this time, she suddenly remembered what Lin Qingyin said: Don’t ride in a black car, it’s not safe.

Zhang Simiao suddenly panicked.
Her heart pounding like it was about to jump out.
Seeing the driver driving faster and faster, Zhang Simiao couldn’t help asking: “Where is this going? Why doesn’t it look like the way to my house?”

“I went around a little bit.” The driver said frankly: “When I came over from Central Avenue just now, four cars crashed together which blocked the road.
It took me an hour to get passed through it.
It’s faster to go around here rather than take Central Avenue.”

This explanation made Zhang Simiao felt a little at ease.
Central Avenue was a two-way four-lane road.
Usually, there was a lot of traffic jam.
When it was windy and rainy, the car couldn’t move at all.

When the car came to a stop at a red light, the driver’s cell phone rang.
Looking at the red light for more than ninety seconds, the driver answered the call and didn’t know what the other party said.
The driver was a little impatient: “I came out and picked up a student.
I will go home after sending her… … How can I leave a student in the middle of the road? Why are you so… …”

Halfway through the conversation, the driver suddenly got stuck.
He glanced at the phone and slapped the steering wheel in annoyance: “Why is there no battery!”

The driver threw the black screen mobile phone to the windshield in front of the car, then turned his head and asked embarrassingly: “Can I borrow your mobile phone? Just now my wife is still saying a few words over the phone when the power went out.
If I don’t call her back, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get in the house tonight.”

Seeing the driver look a little anxious, Zhang Simiao handed him her mobile phone kindly.

A hint of joy flashed on the driver’s face when he took the phone.
When he just wanted to call, the red light in front of him turned into a green light, so he put the mobile phone on his lap and stepped on the accelerator.

After crossing the intersection, the number of cars ahead was much less than the road just now.
The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove to 60, and kept at this speed for two consecutive intersections.
Usually, this speed was fine, but the rain made Zhang Simiao feel a little flustered.
She reached out and grabbed the back of the chair to identify the direction from the front windshield, but she couldn’t recognize the vaguely visible buildings.

Zhang Simiao’s voice tightened a little: “Sir, please turn to the side.”

The driver chuckled twice, then she heard his inexplicably wretched voice: “Don’t worry, we will get there soon.”