Qu Feitai started to feel that something was off as they went from high-rise buildings to low, squat factories.
It was past ten o'clock, and Zhu Mingjing was heading to the suburbs in the middle of the night instead of sleeping. Why?
They finally stopped in front of an abandoned warehouse in the outskirts.
Qu Feitai didn't follow them in and parked by the side of the road.
As the car door opened, he saw Zhu Mingjing get out, her white dress very conspicuous in the pitch-black night.
The driver wanted to follow her in, but she said something to him, and he stayed put.
Then she walked in alone.
Qu Feitai furrowed his brow, sensing that something was amiss.
He stealthily got out of the car and circled around to the back of the warehouse through the fields.
There were piles of firewood and a few skylights with broken glass, leaving only the old window lattices.