Ten Days End

Qi Xia walked out of the lottery center with a check and went straight to the taxi.

"Huh? So fast, young man."

The driver was standing outside the car smoking, and the sea blue car next to him seemed out of place with the local mint-colored cars.

Qi Xia didn't answer, but stretched out his hand to open the door and sat down.

"Let's... go back now?" the driver asked.

"Yeah." Qi Xia nodded, but for the sake of safety, he chose to sit in the back of the car this time.

"Forget it." The master threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, and sat in the driver's seat, "By the way, young man, aren't you going to play in Jinan? I have an old friend here, if you are not in a hurry..."

"I'm in a hurry." Qi Xia said, "Drive."

"Oh..." The master nodded awkwardly.

Qi Xia recalled that the last time he was in Jinan, he wasted half a day to go to the bank to withdraw money, and finally returned home with a large bag of cash.

The original intention was to give Yu Nian'an a surprise, but this time, he had to skip all these formalities.

Now he had to rush back home as soon as possible and take Yu Nian'an to an open area.

Thinking of this, Qi Xia took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Yu Nian'an, asking her to pack a few clothes in advance so that they could live outside in the next few days.

He opened the address book and found the first contact, the one with the note "A", and called directly.

This note was written by Qi Xia specifically for Yu Nian'an. Only the letter A can keep her phone number at the top of the address book.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, no one answered the phone.

"What's going on..." Qi Xia was a little confused. In his impression, Yu Nian'an never left his phone, but why didn't he answer the phone now?

Qi Xia hung up the phone and dialed several times, but no one answered, which made him a little worried.

He looked at the time on his phone. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Master, if you can get back to Qingdao before 7:30, I'll give you an extra 500 yuan." Qi Xia looked up at the driver and said.

"Really?" The master glanced at Qi Xia in the rearview mirror, then looked at the watch.

Three and a half hours, 350 kilometers.

Although it was a bit reluctant, it was not difficult for an experienced driver. As long as he kept the speed of 120 miles per hour on the highway, he would arrive just before 7:30.

There were indeed not many opportunities to earn 2,500 yuan in a day, and the driver was obviously a little bit unbelievable.

"I'm not lying to you." Qi Xia nodded, "Be careful, drive."

The driver vaguely guessed something in his heart. Who would choose to take a taxi to another city?

Although taxis are expensive, the only advantage is that they do not require real-name ticket purchases like trains and high-speed trains.

In other words, the man in front of him wanted to sneak to Jinan and did not want anyone to find out, so on the whole, he should have really won the lottery.

Only if you win more than one million yuan, you need to go to the provincial lottery center to claim the prize. Maybe the actual prize is more than one million yuan.

Thinking of this, the driver shook his head helplessly.

I heard that the chance of winning the lottery is lower than being struck by lightning. It's really annoying to compare yourself with others. The man in front of him is not very old but has such good luck. He is already middle-aged but still doing physical work.

Qi Xia sat in the back seat and looked at the driver's complicated expression in the cab with his peripheral vision. He couldn't help but raise his mouth.

Yes, for ordinary people, a person who won the lottery is sitting behind him. Who can not think about it?

"It's a pity that you are always a person with a thief's heart but no thief's courage." Qi Xia said in his heart.

The taxi driver in front of him was "carefully selected" by Qi Xia from many drivers. At that time, several taxi drivers were waiting for work at the hotel entrance. The big and strong driver in front of him was scolded by a thin colleague for cutting in line and begged for mercy.

At that moment, Qi Xia saw through him.

They all want to make money, and no one is worse than the other, but he is so timid.

Such a person cannot "kill people and rob them".

The driver's expression was uncertain for a long time, and finally he sighed and drove ahead honestly.

Qi Xia also leaned back in the seat and called Yu Nian'an again, but still no one answered.

In such a quiet environment, Qi Xia recalled what happened in the "Land of the End".

It was all too real, not like a dream at all.

He reached out and touched his left shoulder. There was no sign of injury at this time, but he remembered everything clearly.

He remembered Han Yimo, Qiao Jiajin, Tiantian, Officer Li, Zhang Shan, and Lao Lu allHe died there, and he himself died, but he returned to his previous life.

So, will those people also return to their own lives...?

This is probably all a weird prank.

As the sky darkened, the lights on the highway guardrail slowly lit up.

Although he had only been in that ghost place for three days, Qi Xia felt that he had not seen lights at night for a long time.

As his sight kept moving backwards, the night lights made him feel inexplicably at ease.

It seemed that the driver really wanted to earn the 500 yuan, and he kept the highest speed limit all the way on the highway.

He was the same as everyone else in the world, always running for three meals a day.

Qi Xia secretly made up his mind that even if he exceeded the time limit in the end, he would give the 500 yuan to the driver.

The driver tried to talk to Qi Xia several times, but gradually found that this young man was not really talkative, so he could only turn on the radio in the car to try to make the atmosphere less awkward.

"You are listening to 89.7 Traffic Radio now."

A slightly magnetic voice came out slowly, which seemed to be a channel that taxi drivers liked to listen to.

"It is 19:00 Beijing time now, let's take a look at the comments from netizens on the online platform."

After the host said this, he was obviously stunned, and did not say the next sentence for nearly ten seconds. It was definitely a live broadcast accident.

"Haha!" The driver said gloatingly, "Young man, what the hell is this? Are all the current anchors paid for their positions?"

Qi Xia frowned slightly, feeling that things were not that simple.

The psychological quality of live broadcast hosts is very strong. Even if most of the comments on the online platform are useless, they will pick out the key information and broadcast it at the first time, but why haven't they spoken for more than ten seconds?

"The messages on our online platform are a bit strange..." the host said in a strange tone, "The platform has received dozens of messages in a row, all saying that a strange crack appeared "above" the Qingdao-Yinchuan Expressway near the Qingdao entrance and exit. We will contact the traffic police as soon as possible to confirm whether the crack came from the sign or other buildings. Please be careful to avoid it when passing by."