Jinnan He sat at home watching the time; it was already past eleven, and Xia Zhi hadn't come back yet. The heavy snow outside made him increasingly worried.
He called her, but the call still wouldn't go through. Frowning in thought for a moment, he picked up the phone again and dialed out.
Xia Zhi sat in the car, the heater on full blast, yet her back was drenched in cold sweat. The knife pressed tightly against her waist, she dared not make any sudden moves.
The car crept forward, and, as expected, there had been an accident ahead, with traffic police directing the flow of vehicles.
Xia Zhi glanced at the car door, then at the driver in front, feeling the knife at her waist. Her mind raced—how could she make the police realize something was wrong in the car?
"Behave, no tricks," the person beside her warned, seemingly sensing her intentions.
A fine sweat formed on her nose. As the car approached the police, she decided to risk it all and lower the window to scream for help.