“Buzz.”

The sound of a sirens on the street was heard, and dozens of onlookers stood on both sides of the street and watched. A Mercedes-Benz was double flashing and a Chery parked diagonally opposite to the middle of the road.

"Cruff!"

The leading police car stopped, and Zheng Ke walked out of the car wearing white gloves and came to the Mercedes-Benz with his colleagues from the task force.

"...Is the identity of the deceased confirmed?" Zheng Ke turned his head and asked the police officers from the police station who had arrived first.

"The deceased is named Zhao Ming, one of the partners of Qilin Group's scenic spots, and the owner of Minghai Building Materials Company, was shot five times... and his brain... and his head was broken." The police had seen the scene inside the Mercedes-Benz before, so he replied with great discomfort.

After hearing this, Zheng Ke bent down and glanced at the car. He saw Zhao Ming lying slanted on the back seat, bloody and stiff.

"Pull the cordon, the technical department will check the inside and around the vehicle first." After seeing Zhao Ming's tragic image, Zheng Ke also frowned and came back to his senses and greeted his colleague.

"Hulala!"

The people from the technical department came to the Mercedes-Benz with their equipment and cameras, while the other criminal police persuaded the onlookers to the distance and then put on the cordon.

"Are there any direct witnesses at the scene?!" Zheng Ke asked the police again.

"Yes, there are five people in the car. In addition to Zhao Ming's death, two injured people have gone to the hospital. The remaining two are in my car." The police nodded and responded.

"Let's go, take me over." Zheng Ke immediately urged him when he heard that there was a direct witness.

After saying that, everyone walked to the police patrol car not far away. Zhao Ming's two brothers were not sitting in the car at all, but squatted behind the car, lowering their heads and vomiting.

"...Are you and Zhao Ming sitting in the same car?"

"Yes!" The driver nodded in extremely poor mental state as he wiped his nose and tears.

"Did you see the incident happening?"

"right!"

"Get him a bottle of water and wash his face." Zheng Ke turned his head and gave an order to the police, and added to the two with a serious face: "I need to find you to understand the situation, and you can adjust it a little."

...

Five minutes later, the driver and a little brother of Zhao Ming washed his face with cold mineral water, lit a cigarette, and communicated with Zheng Ke about the situation at that time.

"Mr. Zhao is going to attend a party today, so we are walking towards Daolin, but as soon as the car arrived here, a Chery stopped stopping. Before I could react, two people got out of the Chery car and blew the tires of our car with guns...!" The driver said to Zheng Ke with a pale face.

"They were holding two guns in their hands, one long and the other short... When the person arrived next to our car, he smashed the window of the car and put the gun on it for Mr. Zhao." Another young man also added.

"Did Zhao Ming have a conversation with them before he was killed?" Zheng Ke asked with a recorder.

"It seems like I've said a few words!" the driver nodded.

"What did you say?"

"The older gunman told Mr. Zhao, are you looking for me? Mr. Zhao replied to him, "Your father's death has nothing to do with me." Then the gunman cursed, mentioned Guo Guanlin and fired...!" After recalling for a moment, the driver said to Zheng Ke with a little excited expression.

"Guo Guanlin? How did he mention Guo Guanlin?"

"He said, don't hurry to leave if you go down. Wait for Guo Guanlin on the way, he will be alive in the past two days." The young man interrupted: "I'm sitting in the passenger seat, so I hear it more clearly."

"Did Mr. Zhao recognize who the other party is?" Zheng Ke asked again.

"By the way, when Mr. Zhao was talking to the other party, he called the old gunman Du Dewei." After the driver suddenly recalled this detail, he explained truthfully.

After hearing this, Zheng Ke was not surprised, but he asked cautiously: "Are you sure Zhao Ming called the other party Du Dewei?"

"I'm sure." The driver nodded: "The car is not big, he is standing outside the car, so I heard it really."

"You keep talking!"

"They had to shoot seven or eight times at Mr. Zhao. They left after seeing the death of the person. They didn't run away at all. They just returned to the Chery car and rushed into the alley." The driver pointed at his companion and continued to respond: "He and I were sitting in the front, so we were not injured, but our other two companions were sitting in the back with Mr. Zhao, so we were also broken."

"Didn't these two make things difficult for you?"

"No, I'll talk to us, I'll kill Mr. Zhao and leave." The driver shook his head without hesitation.

"You said that when they left, they went back to the Chery car, right?" Zheng Ke asked again.

"Yes!" the young man nodded.

"You two have to have a trouble today. Give your ID card to our colleagues and follow it back to the municipal bureau first. If there is no problem, let's make a paper confession, and then you sign a letter and you can leave." Zheng Ke whispered to the two.

"good!"

"good!"

The two nodded.

...

After saying that, Zheng Ke closed the recorder and went to the abandoned Chery sedan. Then he pulled the door with gloves and found that the door was not locked, and a canvas bag was placed in the seat that was driving.

Zheng Ke bent down and glanced at the car for a few seconds, then opened the bag in the driving position. Then he looked down and saw a bloody hammer inside, wrapped in a transparent plastic bag.

"…!" Zheng Ke took out the hammer with suspicion and looked at it. He saw that the blood on the head and handle had already dried up, but it was not difficult to see that the hammer was still new, and the trademark on the hammer handle had not been taken off.

"What does it mean?" The colleague of the task force squatted beside the Chery car, constantly looking at the hammer and asked, "What are you missing?"

"I don't think it's like that." Zheng Ke shook his head: "It seems that Du Dewei and Du Zixun were deliberately put in the car."

"Why?" The colleagues of the task force were stunned: "What do they mean?"

"How did Qiu Family Long die?" Zheng Ke suddenly asked after a while.

"Being hammered..." The colleagues of the task force were instinctively going to reply, but after halfway through, they instantly reflected: "Is it this one?! Then they are too arrogant and deliberately left the tools of crime on the scene. Is this a challenge to us?"

"No, I don't think it's that simple." Zheng Ke shook his head again, then quickly turned around and shouted: "Come to the technical department, send the hammer back immediately, take the blood on it, and compare it with Qiu Jialong's DNA!"

...

In the community opposite the municipal government, Guo Guanlin, who insisted on being despicable and not slutty, woke him up when he finished sleeping pills and was about to go to bed.

"Hello?"

"Old...Old Zhao is dead..."

flap!

After hearing this, Guo Guanlin suddenly ran up from the bed.

...

"Where are you going?" Du Dewei asked his son while walking in his military coat.

"I have a place to stay." Du Zixun responded concisely.

"Where is it to leave that hammer?"
Chapter completed!