Song Jing stopped a taxi and said, "Follow the car in front."
The car in Wujingzhou did not have a license plate. Song Jing sat directly in the passenger seat and stared closely at Qi Heng's car.
The taxi driver chuckled and said, "Dele, sit tight."
Song Jing frowned and turned to look at the driver.
No wonder the voice sounded familiar, it was the drunk driver of the car she took a taxi last night.
"..." Song Jing was a little speechless, "Master, are you sober?"
The driver looked at her and said, "Beauty, have you ever been in my car?"
It seems that he was still drunk last night, and I don't know how he drove the car to the B&B.
"No, keep up with the car in front and don't lose it." Song Jing said expressionlessly.
The driver was very confident, "Don't worry, I'm very good at driving. Just sit tight." Before he finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
Song Jing seriously suspected that he hadn't sobered up yet.
Qi Heng's car kept going forward, and their car kept following behind.
"Does the driver in front of me know the roads in Fengcheng? He keeps going around and around, where is he going?"
Song Jing was not familiar with the roads in Fengcheng, so he didn't realize this. Hearing this, his eyes darkened, "He may have discovered that we are following him."
The driver suddenly realized, "No wonder, I just kept going around in circles, just look at me." The driver turned the steering wheel and suddenly drove the car into another alley.
Song Jing frowned, "You'll lose track of me if you do this."
"Don't worry, beauty. There are no roads in the streets and alleys of Fengcheng that I am not familiar with. I won't lose you." The driver assured with confidence, driving through the alleys here, and then opened another road.
Cut off the road and suddenly stopped at the exit of a small road next to a residential area.
"Why did you stop?" Song Jing didn't show it on his face, but he was a little anxious in his heart.
The driver leisurely took out a cigarette, turned his head and lit it and took a puff. He said in a very God-like manner, "Beauty, believe me."
Song Jing frowned, not trusting the driver who was not yet fully sober. But if she got out of the car and went back to the previous road and took a taxi, she would not be able to catch up with Qi Heng's car.
Song Jing lowered his eyebrows, and there was no expression on his face, but there was annoyance at the end of his eyes.
The driver was halfway through his cigarette when a car turned around at the intersection in front of him. Song Jing saw Qi Heng sitting in the passenger seat.
"Hey, beauty, I told you, believe me." The driver popped out half the cigarette butt in his hand and drove out slowly, not forgetting to show off, "What are the routes in the streets and alleys of Fengcheng?"
, it’s all in my head. The road just now ended in a dead end, and they could only turn this way.”
"Give me a detour and try to get rid of me. Let's see what he can do."
The driver was also inexplicably aroused to be competitive. This time he chased Qi Heng's car and deliberately blocked another car.
After driving for another half day, even Song Jing, who was not familiar with Fengcheng, could see that the surrounding street scene was becoming more and more familiar. As the car drove past, Song Jing also saw the restaurant where she and Yin Xiuyun had dinner.
The driver let out a sigh, "Why did you come back after driving around for a long time? Did the person in front forget to take something and come back to get it?"
Song Jing didn't answer the question, "Master, drive a little ahead and pull over."
The driver drove some distance to the front of the road and stopped. Song Jing paid and prepared to get off.
"Beauty, don't you want to pursue her?"
"No need." Song Jing got out of the car and closed the door, and the driver drove away.
Qi Heng is really a cunning person.
After he realized that he might be being followed, he asked someone to circle around him. Even after circling for a long time, he noticed that the car behind him had turned a corner. It might have just happened to be following his car for a while, so he didn't care and continued to take the detour.
In the end, he went directly back to Youjia Auction House.
Song Jing followed Qi Heng just to find out who Qi Heng was meeting or where he was going. These might be clues to her.
As a result, Qi Heng was too cautious and simply stopped going.
But it’s okay if he didn’t gain anything today. Anyway, Song Jing now knows that Qi Heng is temporarily living in the Youjia Auction House and has a close relationship with the Youjia. If he can escape, the monk cannot escape from the temple.
Moreover, letting Qi Heng take the long line and catching such a big fish as You Jia gave Song Jing one more clue that he could continue to investigate, which was already a huge gain.
Song Jing looked at the door of Youjia Auction House again, turned around and walked forward, took out his mobile phone and made a call.
The bell rang twice and then the other side picked up. Song Jue's voice came over, "Boss."
"Have someone keep an eye on this person from Youjia Auction House in Fengcheng for me." Song Jing was talking on the phone while sending a photo of Qi Heng to Song Jue's mobile phone. "Also, check out Youjia Auction House for me."
In addition to animal taming, there are other secret industries."
"No problem." Song Jue paused, "But boss, our people all followed your orders and dispersed to look for people..."
Before Song Jue finished speaking, Song Jing interrupted directly, "Take back everyone who has dispersed. There is no need to look for anyone else."
"Boss, aren't you in a hurry? Why are you suddenly not looking for me? Is he already dead?"
Song Jing said in a deep voice, "Take back those unlucky words of yours."
"Ah? Bah, bah, bah, boss, don't be angry. Children's words are unbridled." Song Jue said a few times on the other end of the phone, and then he smiled and said, "Boss, I'll go and arrest him now."
Call them all back, and then arrange for people to keep an eye on the person you mentioned, and then investigate Youjia."
"Boss, don't worry, I will definitely find out all the bad things that the three generations of You family ancestors have done."
"Thank you for your hard work." Song Jing thought of another thing, "Pei Song doesn't need to find anyone anymore. You can arrange some new things for him."
"Understood, boss."
Song Jing then hung up the call. She didn't look for a car anymore, but walked to the Hongmeng Hotel to sort out what she had to do next.
Shi Yan found it, and what she wanted to think about now was how to cure Shi Yan's illness.
The disease in her blood is the sequelae of genetic rewriting. If we want to completely cure this disease, I'm afraid it has something to do with genetic rewriting.
But now that she had exchanged blood with Shi Yan, she didn't know whether the drug she developed to reverse gene rewriting and gave it to Shi Yan would be effective.
In addition, there is also the truth about the car accident between my parents and the culprit who caused the car accident.
Qi Heng is the clue, and now there is another Youjia.
Song Jing felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.
Song Jing walked for more than an hour and returned to the Hongmeng Hotel. He gradually sorted out one thing after another.
The research at Fuyao Research Institute must not be left behind. Shi Yan's illness needs to be treated, and clues to the car accident need to be investigated. In a month, she will take Su Luan and the others to Tianqiong Academy...
It seems that from now on she can only run between Wujiang State and outside.
Song Jing did not enter the hotel immediately, but whistled and summoned Bai Harrier, wrote a note to his second senior brother about the three white tigers, and asked White Harrier to return to Shuiyun Peak to summon him.
After the white harrier flew away, Song Jing walked into the hotel. She first swiped her card and went to the sixth floor, then went back to 608 to put her bag.
Without the two little guys, there was no life in the room at all.
Song Jing put down his bag, took the stairs to the seventh floor, and knocked on the door of 702.