City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

December 25, 2020, midnight 00:13:19. ,

Yangcheng Police Detective Bureau, a gray six-story building.

The lights are bright.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the corridors everywhere, and the atmosphere was solemn and tense like never before...

Inspection Room

"Team Cheng"

"Aze!"

"Just wipe yourself down... don't catch another cold."

Young special agent Xie Jiawen brought a few hot towels from somewhere. She looked at Cheng Xiaoxian and Aze, whose faces were soaked in rain and their hair stuck to their scalps, and their faces were pale. She said.

After receiving the emergency call from above, After the order was given, the two people returned to the Detective Headquarters somewhat dejectedly.

"Um."

Cheng Xiaoxian raised his head, glanced at Xie Jiawen with dull eyes, responded, and then took the two towels.

He handed one to Aze.

The pure white towel exuding heat was pressed against his cheek...

Cheng Xiaoxian was still feeling better. The young man next to him with thick dark circles under his eyes looked like a walking zombie, lifeless.

……

The inspection room, which had been deserted and silent for half a month, became lively again.

From time to time, people wearing high-level police detective uniforms or uniforms of different secret departments hurried in with majestic faces.

When Cheng Xiao came to his senses first.

The surroundings were filled with solemn crowds.

There were footsteps again. Cheng Xiao looked for the sound and looked at the door... one by one, familiar figures.

Retired veteran police detective He Guangzong, Detective Peng from Shannan Branch, Detective Huang Qianghui...

There is an order from above, that is, the task force team that had previously participated in the investigation of Ye Yuan must return if there is no necessary reason.!

Cheng Xiaoxian's eyes gradually hardened... his eyes moved around him.

He realized that the reorganized special investigation team had completely improved to a new level in terms of specifications and mobilizable resources!

……

"Let’s start sorting out the events now."

A middle-aged man with a majestic face who had never appeared before stood in front of the crowd and said in a deep voice.

From the text messages and information pop-ups on the Yangcheng West Overpass section... to the emergency return of Shanghai Airlines MU5459 not long ago... in this In a large inspection room, everything that Ye Yuan had done was revealed in front of everyone present.

At this time,

Cheng Xiaoxian saw the middle-aged man in front of him pause, and the subordinate next to him handed him a piece of paper. After scanning the note

, press the note under the palm of your hand.

"Starting at nine o'clock in the evening on Christmas Eve on the 24th..."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, with a heavy expression mixed with a touch of shock and disbelief. He held it in his hands, and then continued:"Ye Yuan , unilaterally blocked the exits of Ding Ruilong, Wang Changjiang, and Lin Junxiong!"

In fact, all the driving routes of the three of them from tonight... are passive and planned by Ye Yuan..."

"Yangcheng...has become a metal cage for three people!"

"Ye Yuan has already begun to regard them as turtles in a jar!"

The serious and dull words sounded unbelievably heavy and unbelievable.

He unilaterally blocked the passage out of the city.

Treating a city with a population of tens of millions as a huge reinforced concrete cage...

I don't say whether this is... What people can do is just this awe-inspiring view of Yangcheng from a height of 10,000 meters, which made everyone present tremble.

……

"we judge"

"Ye Yuan is about to start placing his last pieces…"

"We need to find his trajectory!"

……

Late at night, time is passing by little by little.

Zhao Guo, the world in the shadows, has countless existences, looking towards Yangcheng under the night.

Yangcheng is like a city that is suddenly lit up in a dark forest...

It is dark all around, and the only light in Yangcheng attracts countless prying eyes.

……

Long corridor.

Ye Yuan pushed a wheelchair into the small room.

There was only one wall in the center of the room, a projection on the screen, and another wheelchair already waiting.

Two wheelchairs, side by side.

Ye Yuan didn't say much, turned around and left in a low-key manner. close the door

……

December 25, 2020, midnight 00:39:30. , two black Mercedes-Benzes speeding through the Fenghuang Mountain Tunnel, preparing to escape from Yangcheng.

In the dim light.

From the passenger seat, the middle-aged butler Huang Chuan looked at the old man Wang Changjiang like a frightened bird through the rearview mirror.

More than twenty years ago, taking advantage of the trend of the times, the heroic Wang Changjiang emerged from his humble beginnings.

Thoughts are complicated.

His eyes were slightly focused, and the words of that being rang in his ears: On

December 24, 2020, at 23:40:26 in the middle of the night, Wang Changjiang, who gradually calmed down from fear, began to feel a little cold... You thoughtfully moved the car into the car. The heating is gradually turned up...

On December 25, 2020, at 00:39:30 in the middle of the night, Wang Changjiang, who was shocked and frightened, was a little breathless... You asked: Master, do you want it? Open the window a little?

……

".Sir, would you like to open the window a little? Huang

Chuan turned his head, looked respectfully at Wang Changjiang in the car, and asked

"Um?"

The eyes are a little dazed.

"Hmm... open it up a little."

Still wanting to maintain his last dignity and majesty, Wang Changjiang nodded and responded.

Huang Chuan's finger pressed the button in the car.

In the back row, the window on the side far away from Wang Changjiang lowered a small opening.

At this time, the opening of the tunnel was already in sight.

Huang Chuan seemed to be sitting a little uncomfortable, and he adjusted another posture...

What no one noticed was that his body was actually slightly arched. From the angle of protecting himself.

Perhaps it was the gust of cool air in the car, or perhaps it was the fact that leaving the tunnel in front was equivalent to running out of Yangcheng.

A smile appeared on Wang Changjiang's face with some difficulty.

……

Dark room.

The projected screen image shakes

(Zhao Zhaohao) in the light.

Two figures in the wheelchair, two pairs of eyes, looked fearfully at the scene inside the Mercedes-Benz behind the curtain.

Motorcade, exit the tunnel!

Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's my destiny.

The time is:

December 25, 2020, midnight 00:44:44，

------------，--------------，--------------，--------------，--------------，----, ps: Laomen will temporarily reduce the frequency of reading comments recently to avoid affecting the rhythm...

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