How to raise the president

Jiang Fei and his team rummaged through the grass on the side of the road, holding several dilapidated pieces in one hand, and placed them in front of Fang Youyi one after another.

Fang Youyi looked at the jagged fragments on the ground, and it was as he had guessed.

It was raining heavily that night, and the two cars involved in the accident, a large truck and a private car, the road is not wide, and the truck can hit the private car accurately while ensuring that it does not throw itself out, so it must be done in advance Braking does not mean stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, because the greater the inertia of an object with greater mass, the truck itself will fly out if you are not careful.

Based on this inference, according to An Ziyu's statement, the truck ran into their private car and ran away immediately, which meant that the truck was not seriously damaged, at least the cab was not damaged at all.

That is, the outer shell of the truck is damaged, and the main location of the damage is somewhere in the front of the car. The damage may not be very large, but it is there anyway.

According to this speculation, the other party should have many years of driving experience, perhaps his job itself is to drive a large truck.

Skynet is restored, sparse but not leaking.

Even if there were only a few fragments, Fang Youyi vowed to find that person and kill him!

"Fu Ming, look at these fragments, where is the car probably?" Fang Youyi picked up a fragment and looked carefully, "Is it a car light?"

Fu Ming nodded: "The place where the car lights are. It's a pity that I can't find that car, otherwise I will fight back for him even if it is a little bit of scum, and let him sit in prison!"

Fu Ming's words caused everyone present to fall into deep thought, even Fang Youyi, who just now felt that he had a chance to win, frowned.

Under the scorching sun, cicadas kept singing, and sweat slid down their foreheads to their chins and dripped onto the ground.

Just when he was at a loss, an old voice broke the silence at the moment.

"It's Mr. Fang, why are you here?" The old director of the Angel Orphanage stopped his little eDonkey and put his feet on the ground, "Did something happen?"

Fang Youyi raised his head to look at the old dean, and saw a few books, a few boxes of paint, a few boxes of pencils in the basket of the old dean's leisurely little donkey... There was also a box tied to the back seat. What should be school supplies like books.

Sensing Fang Youyi's interrogation-like gaze, the old dean laughed and said, "I just went out to buy some stationery for the child." As he spoke, the old dean opened his cloudy eyes and glanced at the few people around Fang Youyi. Personally, his pupils narrowed slightly, "Is Fang always investigating some cases?"

Fang Youyi couldn't help being a little wary, looking at the old dean, he didn't say yes or no, he just grabbed the fragments in his hand.

The old dean looked down at the fragments in Youyi's hand and the pile of worn-out fragments on the ground. He squinted his eyes, turned off the power of the little eDonkey, and smiled meaningfully: "This road is open to my orphans. Near the courtyard, maybe I can help, besides..."

The old dean got out of the car, walked up to Fang Youyi, raised his head and met Youyi's cold gaze above him, "I didn't know when Ziyu's adoptive parents had a car accident, and I only found out after a while. It was when you came to look for Ziyu, and I went to check Ziyu's information, that I found out that Ziyu's adoptive parents had passed away."

Fang Youyi narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his eyes to look at the old dean: "How can you help?"

As soon as the words fell, those cloudy eyes suddenly became moist, and the old dean bit his lower lip, trembling all over.

Fang Youyi doesn't know why.

After a long time, the old dean said with red eyes, "I seem to have let the suspect go."

……

Angel Orphanage, Director's Office.

Fang Youyi and his party sat quietly around the tea table. The old dean poured tea for them with a purple sand teapot, and the tea was poured into each purple sand teacup with a chirping sound.

The tea in the cup was rippling, and it took a while to calm down, and the heat was quietly floating.

There was silence in the office, and everyone was only focused on drinking tea, without breaking the moment of tranquility.

Fang Youyi looked at the tea cup with a thin wall of purple sand in his hand, and the calm tea reflected his face. He couldn't help asking, "You let the suspect go, what's going on?"

The old dean took a sip of tea lightly, his cloudy eyes were already filled with tears, he let out a trembling breath, and said slowly:

"It rained really hard that night, and I fell asleep. I seemed to hear someone knocking on the door of my orphanage in a daze. It was loud and woke me up. Someone was really knocking on the door, so I put on my I went out with my coat and an umbrella to see who was knocking on the door. It was raining heavily, and I saw a man soaked all over. I went over and asked him what was the matter, and he said, 'I drive a big truck, The rain is too heavy, and I want to spend the night in the orphanage.' Hearing his accent, he doesn't look like a city person. I didn't want to lodge with a stranger, but the man said he was cold and hungry, and he said he was very pitiful... "

"So, you just let him stay overnight?" Fang Youyi raised his eyes, the whites of which were bloodshot, his whole body was trembling, and his heart was also trembling, he felt as if he was about to lose control of himself.

The teacup in his hand suddenly cracked with a crack. The sound was not loud, but everyone present was scared to death.

"Yes." The old dean lowered his head, feeling extremely guilty, "It's me."

The teacup in Fang Youyi's hand finally couldn't bear the pressure, and it shattered with a "pop", and the thin purple sand teacup fragments pierced deeply into Fang Youyi's palm, and blood flowed out along the edge of the fragments, dripping slowly onto the cup. on the ground.

"Captain of the lying tank II! Your hand!" Fu Ming looked at Fang Youyi's bloody hand and exclaimed.

Fang Youyi shook the fragments of the teacup in his hand angrily, stood up, grabbed the old dean by the collar, and shouted angrily: "You know he is the murderer! Why didn't you call the police! Why have you kept it a secret until now? Why? Say it!!!"

Fang Youyi's whole body was shaking, even every word in his words was shaking, and his eyes were as red as if they were seeping blood.

Qiao Siguang, Jiang Fei, Yan Cheng and Fu Ming were all too frightened by Fang Youyi to stop them.

It's really been a long time since they saw Fang Youyi so angry. The most recent time was in the interrogation room of Shanghua Police Station. They saw An Ziyu being pinched on the ground by Su Ziqiang. At that time, Fang Youyi was like a demon. The same, as if to kill the feeling.

This time too.

Fu Ming was afraid of losing his life, so he hurried forward to grab Fang Youyi: "Captain, calm down, Captain! The other party is an old man!"

"I've reported it." The old dean weakly grabbed Fang Youyi's tense hand, "It's useless."

Useless?

Fang Youyi turned to look at Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei's body turned cold, and he stammered: "Team, captain, no, it's not me."

"Which police station?"

"City Police Station." The old dean said truthfully

As soon as Fang Youyi let go, the old dean's body slid down. Fortunately, Yan Cheng quickly caught the old dean and put him on the sofa.

"That seems to be the police station you manage," Fang Youyi walked towards Jiang Fei step by step, "Deputy Director Jiang?"