City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

Chapter 47

Morning, eleven thirty.

Yangcheng.

About an hour and twenty minutes have passed since Huang Yonghui, vice president of the Sheep Farm Chamber of Commerce, met with an accident.

In some circles that ordinary people, or even ordinary celebrities in the upper class, cannot see, undercurrents are surging and arrows are drawn...

It is like the depression before a violent storm... giving birth to a wave of emotions among those who can feel it. A feeling of suffocation and trembling!

……

And on the other side.

For tens of millions of ordinary people living in this top international metropolis.

Today is just a day not much different from usual.

In fact, the clear sunshine and comfortable breeze make many people feel much happier.

Huayi Department Store is the nearest large-scale store to the intersection of Jiangning Expressway.

A supermarket on the ground floor.

Ye Yuan left the online hailing car, pushing a trolley and walking calmly among the rows of shelves.

Stop now and then.

Pick up some snack bags, look at the production date on the package, and then throw the snacks into the car.

Ye Yuan took out his mobile phone and dialed Lin Mang

"When you go back, buy a free-range chicken and take it with you. I want to eat chicken in a claypot tonight."

Just like an ordinary person, Ye Yuan said calmly.

He paused and added:

"correct"

"Ask the merchant to kill the chicken and cut it into small pieces. The knife at home is not that fast."

Answered a few more times and hung up the phone.

Ye Yuan pushed the trolley and walked to the hot pot base area.

He took a bag of base ingredients produced in Sichuan and Sichuan Province and bought some hotpot dishes.

……

Ye Yuan stood at the entrance of the shopping mall with two large bags of things.

With half-squinted eyes, he looked at the blue sky and the warm sun in winter.

He reached out, casually stopped a car, rented a car, and took a taxi back to the core city.

Walk to the second floor of an underground garage.

His eyes swept across the rows of vehicles.

Then, he walked behind an ordinary black Buick LaCrosse, opened the trunk, and put the bag into the car.

Reach out and open the back seat door.

Get in the car.

Without saying anything, the driver in a black suit in front of the driver's seat started the engine.

……

Yangcheng, Yanjiang Expressway.

Cheng Xiaoxian, who was wearing a gray coat, had his eyelids twitching.

He was standing in the emergency lane next to the accident where a tanker rear-ended him in the morning.

He stared at the location of the oil tanker that had been driven away.

One hand lifted up the hair that fell in front of his forehead.

In Cheng Xiaoxian's eyes, time seemed to suddenly flow backwards... before his eyes.

The vehicles that kept passing by suddenly began to back up...

In the sky, the sun, which had reached its midday position, retreated to around ten o'clock in the morning.…

……

Cheng Xiao first looked steadily at the heavy-duty semi-trailer tanker parked between the outermost lane and the emergency lane.

He suddenly looked to the left.

The white van with license plate Sheep 61254 is approaching... the oil tanker was rear-ended!

……

Cheng Xiaoxian saw the solvent leaking from the oil tanker.

He lowered his head and walked along the looming winding oil trail under his feet until he reached the drainage outlet in front of the highway.

Put your hands on the railing.

He stretched out his head and looked at the asphalt road under the highway.

The scenes that happened not long ago were replayed in his eyes

……

"Where does fire come from?"

Cheng Xiaoxian, once again, twirled the hair in front of his forehead, with a solemn expression, and murmured to himself.

A thought flashed before his eyes.

Cheng Xiaoxian suddenly raised his head.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the road on the opposite side of the highway. Overpass.

My breathing became heavier.

My whole body was tense.

"Help me check all the vehicles passing by the Yanjiang overpass from 10:05 to around 10:15!"

"No!"

"Starting from ten o'clock, ten o'clock, and ten fifteen, all vehicles passing through the overpass along the river!"

Cheng Xiaoxian's voice was hoarse and he kept saying

"right!"

"It's all!"

"No one can be left behind!"

Cheng Xiaoxian's emotions were a little intense, his eyes were bloodshot, and he almost growled.

"Pay special attention to online ride-hailing, taxis, buses and other public transportation!"

Cheng Xiaoxian continued.

……

The words fell.

Cheng Xiao took a long stride and hurriedly got into the car behind him.

It didn't take long.

Return to the Yangcheng Police Detective Headquarters, a gray six-story building.

In the monitoring room, the atmosphere was tense and solemn.

The criminal investigation experts, as well as the remaining four special agents, are all busy investigating minutes of information. outside of this six-story building.

Also, the Criminal Investigation Division and a larger team are investigating the incident of 'Huang Yonghui'

……

In front of the computer, Xie Jiawen kept scanning the images of the overpass monitoring intersection at high speed.

With a"pop" sound, Xie Jiawen suddenly pressed the pause button. A white Cadillac and a bald middle-aged man in front of the driver's seat stopped in the center of the screen.

His fingers tapped on the keyboard again.

This white Cadillac, and all the information about its owner, kept popping up in front of Xie Jiawen's eyes.

His eyes quickly scanned the pages of information.

Looking happy

"Team Cheng!"

Xie Jiawen quickly raised her hand and called out in a fast and narrow voice.

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