City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

December 24, 2020, 20:59 pm, Christmas Eve.

There is only one minute left before the time node marked on the path.

An intersection with busy traffic and lights.

At the intersection, in front of the sidewalk.

Ye Yuan was wearing a gray coat and hood, standing among the people waiting to cross the road.

Looking around, he saw that this was an intersection with Wang Luo's accident, a location with a similar layout on Huining East Road...

The time was almost up.

Ye Yuan glanced at the time on his watch. The minutes turned to nine o'clock in the evening.

Eyes fall on the path:

December 24, 2020, at 21:00 minutes and 00 seconds, you will block all channels for them to leave Yangcheng.…

……

Ye Yuan raised his head and glanced at the hazy sky. He opened his right palm and grasped it into the air.

At this moment, the green light is on.

Crowds of people crowded on both sides of Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan's eyes were alert, and he kept observing and paying attention to the surrounding scenes...

There was a feeling that came over him spontaneously.

It was as if his own perspective left his body and kept rising!

He was looking down at this intersection with a God's perspective, with busy traffic and crowds of people...

Soon after stopping, Ye Yuan put his hands in his pockets and took a step forward.

Weaving through the crowd, when he was about to approach a trash can on the roadside, he took his hand out of his pocket in advance... only to hear a pop, and another pencil was dropped heavily on top of the trash can.

Throughout the whole process, Ye Yuan didn't pause or hesitate at all.

I have never prepared and aimed for a long time like last time.

Ye Yuan blended into the crowd and walked towards another intersection.

In the crowd, he suddenly turned around and looked behind him. The pencil that stood up was magnified in front of his eyes.…

……

The sharpened pencil began to shake on top of the trash can... rolled down... hit... and fell to the ground in Ye Yuan's sight.

……

Ye Yuan followed the direction in which the pencil was rolling and looked... only to see.

It was a young man wearing protective gear and a hat, riding a road bike... very fast.

Even when he was approaching a zebra crossing and the intersection was red, he never slowed down!

Crunch!

Ye Yuan's eyes reflected the young man's expression and appearance.

His face was rosy and he grinned. When he reached the intersection, he held the brake with one hand and pressed hard!

……

A road bike with thin tires, braking hard at high speed.

At this time! That pencil rolled under the tire... the pencil was twisted!

The road car under the young man lost its balance. With his eyes wide open and a look of panic... the car rushed towards the intersection!

A row of parked blue and white shared bicycles dropped to the intersection…

…… beep…!

A dull, rapid, and harsh whistle sounded, followed by an explosion!

He didn't have time to think, and just reflexively wanted to avoid it. The Raptor off-road vehicle, which turned the steering wheel violently, crashed into the opposite lane like a wild beast! boom!

The entire noisy intersection seemed to be silent

……

One pedestrian, one car owner.

He stared at the black Mercedes-Benz whose entire front was deformed by the impact.

It was a black Mercedes... in the second black Mercedes.

Originally, Wang Changjiang, who was resting with his eyes closed, crashed into the front seat due to sudden braking... supporting his body with his hands.

Wang Changjiang suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head, and stared straight ahead...

He seemed to have remembered some nightmare-like scene. His majestic expression suddenly disappeared, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably...

He gulped loudly. panting!

"Accident.ク？"

"Not an accident?!"

Wang Changjiang's face turned pale and he was sweating profusely. Only a few words appeared in his mind.

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

"He is dead! He is dead!"

Wang Changjiang kept whispering.

Recently, only he knows about his travels. He will randomly sit in any car in the convoy...

He will even let the convoy drive out alone, and then leave after a long time!

Ye Yuan seemed to have become his nightmare. In the past, it only felt like an ordinary accident. In his eyes now, it also seemed to be a premeditated push!

…… co-pilot.

The middle-aged butler Huang Chuan's whole body became tense. He looked at the car in front of him.

"he came!

Huang Chuan thought in his heart:"It's like the God of Death."…"

"Ignore him, turn around, let's go back."

Wang Changjiang said with a hoarse voice.

In the crowd of passers-by.

Ye Yuan watched the rolling pencil fall into the sewer without looking back. He put his hands in his pockets and lowered his head to leave.

……

Three-story self-built house.

In front of the dense screen, Yang Xianmin clearly watched Ye Yuan's entire movements.

This was the first time she had seen this scene intuitively. Although she had been mentally prepared for it, the strong impact still frightened Yang Xianmin.

She quickly came back to her senses and tapped her fingertips on the keyboard... She had already made preparations to remove Ye Yuan's figure from the surveillance camera's perspective!

……

At the same time, Yangcheng Center.

A luxurious, majestic sight.

A huge, several-meter-high Christmas tree was erected in the center of the hall...

Wearing Santa Claus costumes that exposed shoulders and long legs, exquisite-looking waitresses walked among the circles of Yangcheng's upper class.

On the third level surrounding the central hall.

A woman wearing a black baroque dress and an elegant veil walked out of the corridor...

She stopped in front of the railing, overlooking the bright hall.

My eyes wandered among the glamorous crowd... quickly, I stopped.

The fair, delicate chin was slightly raised.

In her eyes were the sought-after Ding Ruilong and a gentle middle-aged man.

……

The woman withdrew her gaze and looked around.

She was recalling Ye Yuan's words.

That's step seven down to the second.

The woman seemed to have seen something. She stepped on high heels, and then strode... ta...ta...ta...ケ

The heels hit the ground, and the woman silently counted the footsteps in her heart.

------------，--------------，--------------，--------------，--------------，----- ps: I saw someone saying they were confused...well...don't worry, we will connect them later!

Then, I also saw some people talking about water...

It's not actually water. It's just setting up an atmosphere. If you don't coax the atmosphere, it won't work...

So, in many plots, you talk about water, but there are no chapters about water. no!

Also, the time written earlier was wrong. It was nine o'clock, not eight o'clock. It has been corrected. _Feilu reminds you: three things about reading - hiding, recommending and sharing! , support Faloo Novel Network (b.faloo.com original works, all