Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Thanks to Yang Qingshui's imagination, Gaoqiao City is a very special place. Almost every district and every town has a different style of painting. The dark night metropolis in the center of the city, the violent neighborhoods in the slums, and the large garbage dumps and machinery in the southern suburbs The wasteland style coexists with factories, and the northern suburbs are futuristic buildings of the 22nd century. When Yang Qingshui wanders alone, he is often taken aback by the realization of this crazy idea. It is difficult to understand why the people here can adapt well. The suddenly windy streets turned a blind eye.

Sifang Street is like the epitome of Takahashi City, with its own noisy order. Four zigzag-shaped streets meet, and a Catholic church stands in the center inexplicably. Entering from the main road is an old-style stone street.Pedestrians were leisurely, completely ignoring the luxury supercar blocking behind, the driver was so angry that he got out of the window and cursed.

The terrain where the church is located is uneven, and the trolley will fall twice if it is not careful when getting off the road.There are many shops on the street, those who buy mobile phones, do beauty treatments, open their shops every day but have no signboards and never attract customers...

The store on the second floor splashed water downstairs after washing the floor, which caused a lot of noise. The employees didn't care, just picked up the bucket and left.In this kind of weather, the road quickly condensed into ice, and no one got wet, so the shouting and cursing gradually died down.

The business of the fashion store on the first floor has not been good. The old city is not a consumer group of high-end clothing. There is only one store in the whole street, and the sales are not as good as the 20 yuan store next to the supermarket.The proprietress Du Rouzhi is not here, she only opens the shop after lunch every day, and she doesn't bother with the trivial work of ordering goods and keeping accounts.

Du Rou stood at the door of the store, looking at the diamond watch on her wrist from time to time. It was a quarter past five and the driver hadn't come yet.

She felt angry for no reason: He really thought that tens of thousands a month would treat her as a chicken who would come and go when he wanted it, and would play with women even if he was afraid of his wife, and tomorrow he complained in front of her that the tigress at home trapped him to go out Not coming.

She had an intuition that the woman she had never met had discovered her existence, and she kept receiving harassing calls and threatening emails in the early hours of the previous few days.Du Rou was so annoyed that she was still worried about receiving a fixed salary, so she might as well go back and sit on the stage.

Occasionally there were people passing by, and one of them caught her attention from time to time. He was a well-looking handsome guy, but unfortunately he was missing, his hands were useless, and he was still on crutches.I squinted at him, but I couldn't see anything wrong with his legs when he walked, and the crutches were more like decorations.

Phantom.

She snorted lightly and looked away.

There is still a traffic jam not far away.There are no cars, but the residents are moving their cars across the road without any plans to move. The driver of the van stuck in front is honking wildly, and the streets are full of disturbing noises.

At 05:30, the car she was familiar with finally drove in from the other side of the road, but stopped diagonally across the street, tens of meters away from her.

The driver obviously saw her, and mechanically raised the corners of his mouth at her through the car window, but refused to approach her.The anti-peeping film was pasted, so the back seat of the car couldn't see through the light, Du Rou knew that the man was sitting in it.

Pretending to be mysterious with woolen yarn and having a mistress, she really thought she was some kind of spy chief... Du Rou exhaled impatiently, wrapped up her coat, and strode out—she was walking towards the car, but she didn't pay attention to the other side of the road. At one end, the van was turning away, and the van was rushing down the slope from the church.

The moment she stepped out of the arcade, a force behind her suddenly pulled her back, and looking back in panic, it turned out to be the crippled man with a cane hooked around her belt, and threw her into his arms.

The woman was on his hand.Yang Qingshui didn't want to imitate the plot of the TV series, the hero saved the beauty, but the woman fell on her back, waiting for the back of her head to hit the ground if she didn't answer.As soon as he picked it up, all his sutures were broken...

Before he had time to speak, the woman got up angrily and slapped him almost as if jumping.

At this moment, the van rushed over at an out-of-control speed, and did not intend to brake to slow down until the end. With a loud "bang", the van slammed into the stone pillar heavily.

The front of the car was completely crashed, and it was stuck together like scrap iron. The driver's face was bleeding, but his consciousness was still clear. He looked at a man and a woman who were only a few meters away from him in front of the car.

Du Rou was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth, she looked at her palm, and then at the fingerprints on the man's face.

Only the driver was slightly injured, and the accident turned into a lively scene, with passers-by gradually gathering around and talking about it.

Yang Qingshui walked out of the arcade, walked around the strange ice on the ground, and glanced at the van, the people from the moving company not far away, the driver of the luxury car who turned around quietly and drove away, and the people on the second floor who were watching the crowd with bad expressions. ... nodding at them.

The eyes are full of paternal love: Little beasts, Dad is looking at you.

The plan was written exactly like a novel, and every detail was intertwined. This also gave Yang Qingshui an opportunity to take advantage of it. As long as one of the actions was destroyed, the assassination would fail.

These people were quite vigilant. After the operation failed, they immediately mixed into the crowd and left the scene without making a sound. They did not leave any evidence or find any suspicious signs.

Du Rou walked up quietly, and said to Yang Qingshui a little embarrassedly, "Uh, that...you saw the car rushing towards you just now?"

Yang Qingshui: "No, I just want to be beaten."

When he teased like this, Du Rou couldn't help but blushed and showed some professional tenderness for free: "Brother, I'm really sorry, otherwise I'll accompany you to the hospital and I'll pay for the medical expenses?"

"No need." Yang Qingshui touched the left side of his cheek, a few drops of blood secreted from his cheek, "Next time, don't move your fingernails when fanning someone."

"Uh..." Du Rou was speechless. Usually when she met a man who was looking for trouble, she softened her body a little and apologized softly a few times, which could basically coax their hearts into ecstasy, and the matter was easily revealed.The handicapped man's eyes were calm, as if he didn't see the difference in her attitude at all, but his tone was gentle, and he didn't say a word of seriousness, as if he didn't intend to care about it from the beginning.

"There is something I want to remind you." Yang Qingshui chose his words carefully, "Just now I saw that car across the street from behind, as if I knew what was going to happen. As soon as you walked in its direction, the van hit me, don't you think A little suspicious?"

Du Rou was not as vigilant as Lin Zhilu, and when she heard this, she did not suspect him, thinking that the driver's behavior was really abnormal, her heart skipped a beat.

Du Rou had no enmity with the driver, but it was the people hiding behind who really quarreled with her.The van was rolled into scrap metal in front of her. If it wasn't for... Thinking of this, his face turned pale and he gritted his teeth: "Is it him?" Or his woman?

"No matter who it is, look at today's scene. The person who wanted to kill you must have spent a lot of money." Yang Qingshui glanced at the side of the road inadvertently, and saw a black Land Rover, which looked particularly masculine among the streamlined cars.

Then, he said, "If you fail once, there will be a second time. If I were you, I would first find a way to avoid the second assassination, instead of running to confront the other foolishly."

Du Rou listened, and was so flustered that she lost her soul. She couldn't hide her fear in front of strangers, "I...I know."