City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

‘Jingle Bell! '

Yangcheng, Police Detective Bureau.

In the central conference room, the phone suddenly rang.

The bell rang only once.

The young female police detective Ma Zhuoyuan picked up the phone. at the same time.

In the conference room, every criminal investigation expert looked at Ma Zhuoyuan attentively.

She didn't know what kind of news she heard on the phone. The young female police detective's face suddenly turned pale.

She responded absently and hung up the phone.

……

All the criminal investigation experts present were very sharp in their observation skills.

They clearly noticed that thirteen seconds after the phone call was answered, Ma Zhuoyuan's slightly brown eyes shrank instantly... followed by.

Her body tensed unconsciously, and her right hand holding the microphone began to tremble, as if out of fear.

After seeing such a reaction from a young police detective.

Many criminal investigation experts have realized something.

The middle-aged police detective named Peng had a heavy face. He leaned back and raised his head slightly, his eyes losing focus.

First-class police detective Huang Qianghui lowered his head and held his head weakly with both hands.

The wrinkles on the face of the old senior police detective He Guangzong are almost piled up.

In this task force, He Guangzong has a high status and seniority. He is an authority in the field of criminal investigation in the province. On weekdays, he often gives lectures at police detective bureaus in various provinces and cities. At the same time, he is also a visiting professor at some police detective colleges.

But even with such qualifications, when facing an existence like 'Ye Yuan', he felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"what happened?"

A middle-aged man in the team of criminal investigation experts asked in a deep voice.

His words broke the trance of young police detective Ma Zhuoyuan and refocused the attention of many police detectives.

"Wang Hai…"

"died!"

Ma Zhuoyuan took a deep breath and said word by word.

……

She paused.

Her eyes slowly swept over the people around the long mahogany table. She swallowed again and said seriously:

"Died...in an accident!"

"What the specific situation is is still unknown."

"We already had colleagues nearby who rushed over as quickly as possible."

Ma Zhuoyuan spoke faster and continued.

She finished her words.

No one spoke anymore in the medium-sized conference room.

All experts in the criminal investigation field present, with different faces, were waiting for further feedback.

…… the other side.

Yangcheng, Hengke Real Estate Group Building.

Floor-to-ceiling windows.

The dark clouds of compensation are just like the day when Wang Luoyan's accident happened.

At the desk, Wang Changjiang's heart suddenly palpitated. He opened his eyes and felt a vague feeling of uneasiness.

He stood up from his seat.

Wang Changjiang walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked out the window, seeing the dim scene, with a calm and silent face.

The middle-aged housekeeper's cell phone suddenly rang.

Wang Changjiang's eyes narrowed and he looked at the housekeeper.

"Mr. Wang Hai...died!"

The middle-aged butler's eyes were horrified. He quickly reacted, looked at the master, and said in a deep voice.

Hearing the butler's words

, Wang Changjiang's expression seemed a little out of control for a moment, but the out-of-control emotions were fleeting.

"what is going on?"

Wang Changjiang asked

"it seems that…"

"It seemed like... an accident."

The middle-aged housekeeper hesitated and replied.

‘Snapped! Wang

Changjiang looked ferocious. He picked up the jade ashtray in front of his desk and threw it to the ground. There was only a dull crisp sound, and the ashtray suddenly shattered.

……

In some underground circles in Yangcheng, news of 'Wang Hai''s accident also began to spread.

Nanhua Botanical Garden.

The dense dark clouds dispersed as quickly as they came.

The midday sun shines on the lawn after the rain.

Most of the dozens of kites intertwined were only ashes, and the remaining small parts fell scattered around.

Debris from the balloon exploded.

Ambulance medics arrived along with police detectives.

Several medical staff carried Wang Hai, who was covered with white cloth, into the car.

Police detectives were nearby investigating the incident.

Zhang Luoping, a hobby photographer, was found by police detectives.

Frame after frame of photos with extremely shocking composition, color tone, and scene appeared in front of the police detectives.

…… soon.

This photo was projected into the medium-sized conference room of the Yangcheng Police Detective Bureau.

Among them, the first photo.

Under the dense dark clouds, there are dozens of kites intertwined together, and the traction lines behind each kite...

The traction lines are flying in the air, like a big upside-down net!

Eighth photo.

The lightning is like a dragon, piercing the dark clouds.

There was a bolt of lightning that hit the top of the tangled kites!

Waves of electric light spread along the traction line wetted by rain. The electric light sparkled and the scene was shocking!

Photo Nineteen.

That was Ye Yuan's back, wearing a hood, with his hands in his pockets, walking under the large network of kite traction lines composed of lightning networks...

Behind him, not far away.

A middle-aged man in black was touched by a bundle of traction wires, as if he had connected heaven and earth!

The dazzling electric light passed from the dark clouds to the kite, and then followed the pulling line and fell towards Wang Hai!

Thick electric light flashed around Wang Hai...

This photo was the most shocking!

Ye Yuan was strolling leisurely under the dense dark clouds, under the intertwined kites, and under the giant electro-optical net spread out by the traction lines, like a god's mansion... and behind him.

The middle-aged man in black is just like a sinner being judged by God!

This photo has a religious feel!

……

A photo is perfect from the perspective of photographic art.

Keyangcheng Police Detective Headquarters, in a medium-sized conference room.

All the police detectives, their scalps were numb, they were frightened, throbbing, and at a loss.

……

"Where is Ye Yuan?"

He Guangzong looked at the photo and murmured.

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