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车子愈往南驶,我愈觉得不对劲。司机始终不怀好意地透过后视镜瞅着我,有几次似乎再忍不住了,居然微偏着头,眼睛向后掠。
The more the car heads south, the more I feel wrong. The driver has always been maliciously looking at me through the rear-view mirror. On several occasions, he seems to be unbearable again. He actually tilts his head slightly and his eyes swept back.