City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

"People are missing…"

"damn it!"

"Let them run away..."

Late at night,

Yangcheng Zhengjia Plaza.

Huge beams of light illuminated the mall.

It didn't take long.

There was only a 'pop' sound.

Rows of lights in the entire mall building were turned on one after another..

The crowd following Ye Yuan and Lin Mang started searching the mall.

……

Helong intersection.

Vehicles from the police detective bureau cordoned off the scene of the traffic accident.

"We looked up information about this truck."

"There are no problems with the truck of Yangcheng Tianye Construction Group Co., Ltd. on its driving route..."

Old police detective He Guangzong also rushed over, wearing white gloves, checking the surrounding for signs of car accidents.

He noticed that inside the car

He

Guangzong raised the memory card of the recorder in his hand and looked in the direction of the car he was waiting for. Look.

Old police detective He Guangzong and Cheng Xiaoxian were about to walk to the car.���Then suddenly stopped.

Only see.

From an intersection not far away.

One black vehicle after another, and a coffin in the middle of the motorcade, came solemnly.

In a short while, the entire intersection will be surrounded.

"There's going to be chaos..."

He Guangzong's eyes flickered, and then he said

……

Inside the narrow carriage.

A pair of eyes looked at the scene in the driving recorder.

There are only slightly illegal driving scenes.

The time in the upper left corner of the screen keeps passing.

It can be seen that at 12:21:19, not far from the intersection ahead, the car suddenly started to speed up.…

‘boom! '

Crash, explosion.

The picture in the driving recorder stopped abruptly.

Cheng Xiaoxian bent his fingers, stretched out his hand, and pulled the progress bar back, stopping exactly at 12:21:19.

"Something must have gone wrong at this time"

"Along the way, the speed didn't change much, but from here on, it suddenly accelerated!"

Cheng Xiaoxian twirled a strand of hair in front of his forehead and said in a deep voice.

This driving recorder can only see the situation outside the car, but not the scene inside the car.

"If the vehicle were traveling at normal speed, even if the signal light failed, this traffic accident would not have happened. We have to find this driver..."

Cheng Xiaoxian said again.

The chain of details that promoted this incident really made them feel familiar.

……

Today is destined to be a night that makes many people unable to sleep.

Central city, Pearl River Villa.

Under the warm light, Ye Yuan was sitting in the living room, reading a book quietly.

It took quite a while.

Ye Yuan stood up and walked into the studio.

He looked at the paths in front of him, only he could see them...

His fingers tapped the table rhythmically, and his eyes showed thoughtfulness.

After Yang Weiyi, the number two figure in the Guangsi Group, was promoted!

Ye Yuan noticed... related to 'Nian Guangsi’、‘Wang Changjiang’、‘Ding Ruilong's and Lin Junxiong's paths all had a chain reaction. in.

A hole was opened in the path of Nian Guangsi, the old godfather who had dominated Yangcheng for nearly half a century!

……

The more Ye Yuan observed the path, the more interesting he became.

I sigh with emotion at the wonderful connections between everything in this world.

He continued to look at the path:

"How to achieve a perfect crime and kill the underground talker in Dongcheng District of Yangcheng, Nian Guangsi, without leaving any evidence?"

The steps flashed before his eyes.

This time the path did not start quickly.

The first important domino to be pushed was three days later.

Ye Yuan looked at the message.

He moved away He opened his eyes and opened the laptop at hand.

With his fingertips, news items appeared in front of him.

‘Yangcheng Nansha Wetland is one of the important migration routes for migratory birds, attracting nearly 100,000 migratory birds to stay here for the winter every year.…’

‘The city management department of Yangcheng has decided to turn off the spotlights for three consecutive days for the migration of migratory birds starting from December 5th to ensure the normal migration of migratory birds..."

The corner of his mouth raised slightly.

After reading the news about"Migratory Birds Turn Off Their Lights" in Yangcheng.

Ye Yuan casually browsed more news about migratory birds.

When the night got darker, I got up to take a shower and returned to my room.

……

Yangcheng, Hengke Villa Park, Wangjia.

In a small conference room.

Wang Changjiang sat in front of the projector, and the middle-aged butler Huang Chuan stood behind him. Apart from the two of them, there was no one else. soon.

The screen lights up.

Under the orange and dim lights, the figure of the old man Nian Guangsi suddenly appeared in front of Wang Changjiang

"Wei Yi...is gone."

Wearing a black Tang suit, holding a dragon-headed crutch, his expression was uncertain.

On his old wrinkled face, a pair of sharp eyes looked at Wang Changjiang across the screen, and his hoarse voice sounded.

"I already know."

Wang Changjiang responded.

"His next target may be you, or it may be me."

Nian Guangsi continued.

He had been in trouble for nearly a hundred years, but he never thought that when he was approaching his old age, he would be targeted by a young man, and he even felt afraid of it.

In the small conference room, the atmosphere was as solemn as water.

Wang Changjiang did not respond again.

"This matter was caused by me. When the time comes, I will take everything into my arms."

After a long while,

Wang Changjiang's face showed a ruthless look, and he said in a deep voice

"good!"

Nian Guangsi held the dragon-head crutch and tapped the ground heavily.

Then, the picture in front of the screen became dim.

……

"Old Huang."

Wang Changjiang's expression kept changing. After a long time, he gradually calmed down again, revealing a trace of fatigue, like a hero in his twilight years.

He stretched out his hand, pinched his eyebrows, and then shouted

"master."

The middle-aged housekeeper, Huang Chuan, bowed

"How are you doing at home recently?"

Wang Changjiang asked

"Everything is fine, let me worry about it."

Huang Chuan responded.

"Since ancient times, you can only commit a thief for a thousand days, but there is no principle of guarding against a thief for a thousand days."

"Am I right?"

Wang Changjiang suddenly asked in a deep voice

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