Slipping, rain beating on the windows, in the storm raging, like beasts roaring.

The branches outside the car were shaken and scattered by the strong wind. It was like a pavilion outside.

Mu Chudi's eyes have been locked in the photograph, without a minute-by-minute shift.

The driver noticed the change of Mu Chudi. "Miss Mu, what's wrong?"

"Is there any clue?"

Since Mu Chudi got on the bus, he has been studying the route, without a moment's pause, but now he says nothing?

It's the fork road ahead. The driver didn't get Mu Chudi's instructions, so he slowed down.

The driver sees Mu Chudi's obscure expression through the perspective mirror....