wavenovel Chapter 1164 Murder
Chapter 1164 Murder
Chapter 1164 Murder
moon black.
The wind is high.
The solitary lamp casts a slanting shadow.
A hot pot.
Master Wei was busy greeting Jiang Yuan and the others to take their seats, and said with a smile on his face: "Dai Zhi said that Captain Jiang likes to eat hot pot, and asked me to arrange the best hot pot restaurant in Lanyue City. I said how good can our best hot pot restaurant be? Dai Zhi said that the chef is from Sichuan and has many years of experience. I said, that won't work either. The chef has left the strongest front-line position, and his hands will be rusty. We need the strongest chef who is on the front line!"
The people sitting at the same table were all members of the backlog team. Wu Junhao couldn't help but look up at Wei Shijian and said, "Little Wei, you're good. You can quickly move on to flattery in just three sentences."
"I've learned it since I heard it so many times since I was a child." Wei Shixun showed a humble expression.
Wu Junhao could only give a thumbs up.
Wei Shijian is a very low-key second-generation. He never actively shows off his family background. In addition to not liking to work, not willing to accept unspoken rules, and not being bullied, his attitude is usually more casual, giving people a good impression. However, between the lines, people who know the "secret" always easily discover his secret.
He didn't hide the secret well enough.
If Wei Shixun was an undercover agent, he should have gone down to the well to eat the next day. But the reality was that Shen Yaowei was still digging for evidence, and Wei Shixun had already flown out of town.
Jiang Yuan also smiled as he looked at the hot pot. At home, he ate the meat stewed by his father. When he was out, there was no such condition. The hot pot with Jiangfu Town's selected beef was the best.
Wang Chuanxing helped Jiang Yuan prepare the condiments and then said, "You haven't finished flattering Xiao Wei yet. Go on. Did you go to Sichuan to find the chef?"
"He's the chef of my favorite hotpot restaurant in Chengdu, Chef Ma. Normally I should bring him here for you to meet, but forget it, Chef Ma looks a bit ugly and it's not appropriate for him to be met in a restaurant." Every word Wei Shixuan said was accompanied by a little story, which made everyone feel very interesting.
Mu Zhiyang asked curiously: "How ugly is it?"
"He comes from a poor family and grew up in cooking fumes. He is small and thin, with pockmarks all over his face. But the hot pot ingredients he cooks are really delicious. You'll know when you try them. They're very tasty and perfectly reflect the flavor of hot pot." Wei Shixun said seriously.
Wu Junhao laughed when he heard this: "When people talk about hotpot, they all say Chongqing hotpot, yours is from Chengdu."
"What do people from Chongqing know about hotpot!" Wei Shixun sneered.
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Changyang City.
Lixin Industrial Park.
This place is more than 50 kilometers away from the city center. It looks desolate from a distance and it looks desolate up close. In fact, it is a desolate place.
However, there are quite a few vehicles coming in and out for construction.
The construction of industrial parks is different from that of cities. They are spread out over a large area. Although vehicles are constantly coming and going, you can hardly see people gathering in groups. This makes the industrial attributes of the industrial parks appear even more industrial.
Outside the east gate of the industrial park, a dump truck was parked far away, with lights flickering inside the car, as if a driver who was taking a break had parked the car temporarily.
The security guard at the gate of the industrial park could see the dump trucks here, but didn't pay any attention to them at all.
It's already so late and everyone is working overtime. No one wants to do more.
One o'clock.
A car was driving quickly from a distance, and the bright headlights alerted the security guards at the gate of the industrial park.
At the same time, Ren Kuangshan's cell phone rang as he sat in a dump truck in the distance.
"It's this car." A dull voice said only one sentence on the phone and then hung up.
Ren Kuangshan flicked away the cigarette butt without saying a word, closed the window, pulled down the black ski mask on his head, put on sunglasses, and started the car.
After guarding for several hours, he was a little tired. Even though his job was a life-threatening one, Ren Kuangshan had the urge to finish the job quickly.
Of course, this mission only requires a moment of determination.
Ren Kuangshan stepped on the accelerator lightly to prevent the dump truck from making any strange roaring noises.
The speed gradually increased, Ren Kuangshan's hands tightly gripped the steering wheel, and he began to sweat slowly.
This was not the first time he had hit someone with his car, but the two times before that were real accidents. At the very least, as a truck driver specializing in hauling steel coils, he had to hold the steering wheel tightly and hit the car decisively in order to save his own life.
And this time...
Purely for money!
No, part of it is revenge against society!
Why did I get cancer?
Ren Kuangshan's eyes were fixed on the Audi car in front of him, and his foot pressed the accelerator deeper and deeper.
He had been diagnosed with stomach cancer almost a year ago. The doctor said it was in the early stages, and his family also said it was in the early stages and it would be fine after surgery. However, Ren Kuangshan consulted another doctor and he was told it was at least in the middle stages.
Some people with mid-stage gastric cancer can live longer, but not much longer.
There are many truck drivers who have stomach cancer. Ren Kuangshan has seen some live for seven or eight years, some for five or six years, and some even die in two or three years.
Ren Kuangshan was so scared, so hateful, so angry...
Lying on the hospital bed after the operation, Ren Kuangshan felt more regretful.
There are so many things he wants to do but hasn't done, mostly because he has no money, a few because he has no opportunity, and some because he can't do them because he can't do them morally.
But, since I am going to die soon, what morality can still control me?
If I hit someone else, take the money and leave, I will still have a few years to live a carefree life and do things I didn't have the money to do before, things I couldn't do when I had the moral integrity to do before. This way, I can leave the hard-earned money I've saved over the years to my family.
He consulted a lawyer online and learned that even if he broke the law, the income from his labor would still be his. Just in case, he also wrote a divorce agreement for his wife.
As for the future, I can only live as many years as I can.
Ren Kuangshan stepped heavily on the accelerator, and the carefully maintained dump truck let out a loud roar and rushed towards the gate of the industrial park at a very high speed.
Ren Kuangshan's hands were steadily controlling the direction of the car. Driving a large truck was also a physically demanding job. In a few years, he probably wouldn't be able to control the front of the car, at least not so steadily.
Therefore, now is the best time for you to bump into someone.
It was not until the headlights of the dump truck swept over that the security guards in front of the industrial park became surprised.
They watched dump trucks coming in and out every day and never thought there was anything wrong, but the dump truck in front of them was going so fast that there was not even a sign of braking.
The Audi car that had just arrived in front of the industrial park had just slowed down and stopped, waiting for the park's security to lift the gate at the entrance. It couldn't help but realize that danger was coming, and even when the headlights of the dump truck swept over it, it just frowned in surprise and annoyance.
Neither the driver nor the passengers of the Audi thought that they would become the targets of a premeditated murder.
boom!
The dump truck hit the front side of the Audi hard, causing the roof to roll. The overturned car had already scattered its parts before it even hit the ground.
Even at this time, the experienced Ren Kuangshan did not step on the brakes, but instead added a little gas.
After driving a large truck into a small car twice, Ren Kuangshan has realized that as long as the body of the large truck is strong enough, a small car weighing only about 2 tons will not pose a threat to a large truck weighing 20 tons or even 40 tons. The only thing that can cause the large truck to overturn is the large truck itself.
Therefore, as long as you hold the steering wheel firmly and don't move it, and don't step on the brakes hard, when a large car hits a small car, it will be like a high-speed car hitting a motorcycle, and the small car will be bounced away, and its own driving will not even be affected.
Ren Kuangshan stepped on the accelerator to balance the resistance brought by the small car.
After the resistance disappears, the truck is fully capable of driving normally, just like what Ren Kuangshan is doing.
Ren Kuangshan's dump truck drove another kilometer in front of the stunned security guards in the park, and only stopped with an emergency brake after passing a big bend.
Ren Kuangshan opened the car door and ran out, jumped over the green belt, and after a quick search, he found the mountain motorcycle he had left there a long time ago.
Riding a mountain bike has been his hobby in recent years and is considered the most expensive hobby in his life. It was originally a skill he developed for wild fishing, which was originally done to save the cost of fishing in black pits.
Who would have thought that he would eventually use this technique to commit murder.
Ren Kuangshan picked up his mountain bike, familiarized himself with the road, and drove along the dirt road.
It was not until more than ten minutes after he had left that a police car drove over. They were extremely surprised to see the dump truck, and then they set up a cordon on the spot and made a phone call.
By the time someone started checking the driver's escape route, nearly half an hour had passed since Ren Kuangshan picked up the motorcycle.
At this time, a large number of police cars, sirens blaring, gathered in front of the dump truck and the Lixin Industrial Park.
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morning.
Before Jiang Yuan woke up, the phone rang.
"Jiang Yuan. Are you awake?" Yu Wenshu's voice came.
"Awake." What could Jiang Yuan say? He just jumped up.
"Can you go back to Changyang?" Yu Wenshu said, "Academician Lou from Changyang University was murdered. The case is serious."
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