Dear Lawyer | Jikook ff

34 - Reporters (iii)

When Jimin glanced through the photos, he had taken note of a few things. One of which was Chen Zhang's nondescript house. In spite of how quickly Jimin had gone through them, he had actually memorised the plate on the corner of the wall, and on it, the address was inscribed as such —19 Camphor Forest Lane.

The car that Jimin rented allowed manual navigation and driving, so he had gotten straight into the driver's seat.

When the car started, the default setting was set to autopilot mode, thus it could drive autonomously. Jimin searched the map of Zone 3 and set the destination to 19 Camphor Forest Lane, then left it be, allowing the driving system to move freely. On the other hand, he himself turned on his computer, intending to go over the case file once more.

But he hadn't spent long on it before raising his head, his gaze landing on the rearview mirror.

Usually, smart driving systems had an additional function called 'Track Car Ahead'. But only the police could openly use this function; all other vehicles on the road weren't allowed to activate it without authorisation. If there really were special circumstances requiring its use, an application needed to be submitted in advance and approved by the police before it could be enabled.

This meant that if anyone had a sudden urge to follow a car on the road, they would either have to hire a man-operated taxi or do it themselves.

In short, the car had to be tracked manually.

Manually driven cars always stood out amidst a sea of smart-driven cars, easily recognizable from their pathing and the way they turned.

So, Jimin had only taken a quick glance when he noticed a particular car in the rearview mirror.

And why this car in particular, was because the car had been following him.

Jimin gave it a go, moving the steering wheel, twisting his car around a corner. The car in the rearview mirror, from afar, hesitantly followed him, also making a turn.

"..."

It took a special kind of talent to tail a car this clumsily.

He had been tailed for various reasons on many occasions in the past. In a sense, he had plenty of experience, but this was the first time that he witnessed such a brash method of following a car, like it was sent up to his doorstep for his amusement. As for who was in the car, he could guess it even had he used his pinky finger to think.

Who else could it be but the reporters he had just duped?

It was impossible to be anyone else.

Jimin leisurely admired the car's poor acting for a while. He gave the other party ten minutes of free play before unhurriedly keeping his photon computer. He put one hand on the steering wheel and clicked on the map with his other hand. After giving the map a rough look, he simply turned off the autopilot.

On the highway, a Silver Jaguar S60 was moving with the flow of the smart driving traffic, making a less than necessary turn every now and then, causing the whole carriage of the car to twitch like it was malnutritioned.

Inside the car were none other than the two reporters from Honeycomb Media. Bens was seated in the front passenger seat, his beady black eyes tightly fixed on the car in front of them. He would always look for a while, then turn over to prod the driver, look for a while, and turn back over to prod the driver again.

The taxi driver had a pained look on his face, as if his arse was seated on a steel pegboard and not a driver's seat. Judging from his expression and the occasional twitch of the corners of his mouth, he was probably regretting taking the order for the millionth time.