Yinlong's father was very dissatisfied and suppressed his anger and asked: "What do you mean, little comrade?"
Hu Rong said sternly: "The deceased drank a dozen beers in a bar before the accident and took softcore drugs. He drove an unlicensed vehicle at a high speed on the winding mountain road. According to the technician's determination, the vehicle was over 150 kilometers high at the time of the accident.
Three hundred! Another very important point is that the deceased had his driver’s license suspended a week ago because of a serious accident causing death, and he was driving without a license.”
Everyone looked at Xiao Hu who was too serious. After all, the dead person is the most important person. It is so inappropriate to say this now.
Sure enough, Yinlong's parents were furious. The fat man pointed at Hu Rong and yelled: "Which unit are you from? Who is your leader? Ask him to come to see me! I will take off your clothes with just one sentence. Believe it or not!"
The middle-aged evil woman was even more powerful. She immediately pounced on Hu Rong with her teeth and claws, and dug into Hu Rong's face. She made a beautiful grab and killed her. The people next to her quickly came up to fight with the fat man. The flesh on his face was trembling and he shouted: "This
Whose subordinate is this little **? I have to take off her clothes today and take my cell phone where is my cell phone!"
Hu Rong pushed the middle-aged evil woman aside and said with a sneer: "My name is Hu Rong, I am from the Second Brigade of **. Our captain is Han Guang, the detachment leader. My name is Director Song Jianfeng. My name is Ma Boren. The secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee is Hu Yuejin. If you don't have a phone number, I
I can dial it for you."
The fat man was furious. Suddenly, someone next to him grabbed him and whispered something in his ear, and he stopped moving like a deflated rubber ball.
No matter how powerful he is, he can't steal the daughter of the secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Committee.
Hu Rong said to the captain of the accident team: "Our final conclusion is that there is no such thing as Fukang Taxi or ae86. This is all the hallucinations of the witnesses after taking drugs. This is an accident. It is accidental and inevitable. I personally regret this."
What a pity for such a good Porsche.”
The captain of the accident brigade was dumbfounded. Secretary Hu’s daughter was so sharp. Could she have become such a slut? But I can’t blame her for it being a traffic accident. My colleagues in the traffic police department had already discussed Yinlong’s behavior.
He was considered lucky to live past the age of twenty-five, but as expected, he died before he was twenty-two. Hu Rong said it was no pity that this scumbag died. The only pity was the Porsche.
"Commander Zhong, I will give you a written investigation report when we get back." After Hu Rong said that, she turned and walked away without even looking at the deceased's parents.
The criminal investigation department also intervened in the case where cleaning worker Zhang was killed a week ago. The Second Brigade has long been paying attention to this boy Yinlong. He has many evil deeds. The girl organized drag racing to endanger public safety, but she has been suffering from the lack of strong evidence to bring her to justice.
Last week, Yinlong drove drunk and killed a cleaner. This was originally a vicious carnage accident, but due to Yinlong's family background, it never happened. Yinlong even refused to apologize to the family of the deceased. He only gave a token of 60,000 yuan and asked for it.
Hu Rong, who is a policewoman, is aware of these things when people write guarantee letters and will never appeal.
The old lady's daughter has a strong sense of justice. She has long been disgusted with a black sheep like Yinlong, so she just said those irritating words. She was happy and relieved of her grudges, but she inadvertently forged a knot with her father.
an enemy.
…
Two police motorcycles were driving slowly on the winding mountain road in the western suburbs. The old man and the young man stopped from time to time and pulled out the steel tape to measure. It was too dark at night and some accident data were not measured clearly, so the traffic police team sent two policemen during the day.
to supplement the measurements.
That young motorcycle policeman was Li Shangting, the traffic policeman who had cooperated with Liu Ziguang in capturing the traffickers. Under the scorching sun, the young traffic policeman wearing a helmet and leather boots carefully measured and recorded in his notebook from time to time. The two policemen arrived near the top of the mountain. Li Shangting finally couldn't help it.
Liao said: "Old Song, I feel something is wrong."
The person he called Lao Song was an old policeman with gray hair on his temples. He had two bars and three flowers on his shoulders, but he still rode a motorcycle. His administrative level was not high in the front line. Lao Song wiped the sweat on his head and said: "
What do you have to say, young man? Come and listen to it?"
Li Shangting held a small book and said: "Judging from the traces, there was indeed a drag racing here last night. I measured the brake marks. One of them was a Porsche. There is also a mysterious car. Judging from the brake marks, its drifting action seems to be smoother. I have a vague feeling."
This car is ahead of Porsche."
Lao Song listened with great interest and asked: "What else?"
"Also, the eyewitness's statement should be correct. According to my measurement, the wheelbase of the car racing with the Porsche last night was 254o. The wheelbase of the AE86 mentioned by the accident team leader should be 257o."
"Then what?"
"254o is the wheelbase of Fukang. The witness was not a phantom seen in a psychedelic state, nor was it some mysterious ae86. It was just an ordinary white hatchback Fukang, and the oil line was not very good and some lubricating oil dripped.
come out."
"So what conclusion do you draw?"
"I don't know. It's hard to explain clearly. Only by finding this Fukang can we find out the cause. Old Song, look, this is a scene simulation picture I drew." Li Shangting said and handed over the small book.
Lao Song looked at it and threw it back to him casually, saying: "It's getting late, let's go back to eat." After that, he went to ride his motorcycle.
"Hey, Old Song, why don't you take a closer look?"
Lao Song stopped and turned around and said seriously: "Xiao Li, I can see what you calculated at a glance. I just want to ask you, how many people can make Fukang drive faster than a Porsche in one sentence?"
"I don't know, maybe Schumacher can do it." Xiao Li was a little confused.
"So are people like this considered talents?"
"Calculate"
"What does the silver dragon that killed the cleaner count?"
Li Shangting stopped talking.
"I say for you that you are a scum of society. Everything you said just now is just a guess. I am just making comments based on your guesses. A racing driver of Schumacher level and a scum of society. Two people are racing and one of them dies. Isn't this normal?
Is it a very satisfying thing? Why do you have to complicate it? If you really have the leisure, why don't you pay attention to the death of the sanitation woman last week? "
Large trucks passed by one after another on the winding mountain road, causing waves of smoke and dust. The old traffic policeman's earnest words were also covered up by the noise of the trucks. Li Shangting lowered his head and pondered for a long time before raising his head and said: "I understand, I can't go down the mountain to write a report."
Determine if there was a drag racing incident last night."
Lao Song smiled and said nothing, put on his helmet and started driving the motorcycle.
…
The Porsche car accident incident just goes away. No matter how powerful Yinlong’s parents are, they can’t catch the slightest hint of the situation and spend all their energy looking for a non-existent ae86. In fact, parents already know what kind of thing their son is, but they just don’t want to bear this tone.
.
A story began to spread among the boys in Jiangbei City who like to drive fast cars. There are many versions. The most famous one is that an ae86 appeared and had a fight with Yinlong that night. Just when Yinlong was leading, he saw a car standing on the road.
The cleaner who was covered in blood ended up having an accident...
There are different opinions, but one thing is that the phenomenon of drag racing has almost disappeared in Jiangbei City during this period of time.
Fukang, whose tires were severely worn in the auto repair shop, lay quietly on his stomach. Xuanzi knew at a glance that his car had experienced a violent attack last night. He had also heard the story about the ghost ae86 that was circulated among friends who played with cars, but he
I didn't say anything or ask any questions. I closed the door and personally changed four half-used tires on the car.
Jiang Xueqing of Jiangbei TV Station was holding a coffee cup and looking at the computer quietly. This was a scene shot by the column team at the foot of the mountain last night. The gang of dandy boys were still extremely arrogant and obstructed the photographer's shooting, but they were obviously fierce in appearance and soft in heart. It was probably the death of Yinlong that frightened them.
.
Jiang Xueqing suddenly understood why Liu Ziguang asked her to keep it a secret. Maybe this matter... She stopped thinking about it and stood up and walked to the gate of the TV station to stop a taxi and said: "Master, go to Zhicheng Garden."
On the road opposite Zhicheng Garden, Jiang Xueqing sat quietly in a taxi and stared at the gate of the community. It was almost two o'clock and the person hadn't come yet. The taxi driver listened to the traffic station and looked in the rearview mirror from time to time, saying to his heart that this woman is really
It's strange that I was given fifty yuan just to sit here and stare blankly.
At one-fifty-eight, Liu Ziguang came to work leisurely on his bicycle. Nothing strange could be seen between his brows. Seeing him appear, Jiang Xueqing suddenly felt a special feeling in her heart. She couldn't help but recite in a low voice: Kill in ten steps.
A man who has traveled thousands of miles to do what he has done, brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name in the depths.
At this moment, Jiang Xueqing finally understood what a knight is and what a hermit is.
"Let's go, master." Jiang Xueqing said.
The taxi driver moved the car and looked suspiciously at the girl in the rearview mirror. Suddenly she burst into tears.