It ran over his parents

"Your friend?"

After a while, Xie Qingcheng hung up the phone and went inside. He Yu asked.

Xie Qingcheng did not intend to explain more to He Yu, I guessed that He Yu was forgetful and had long forgotten about Chen Man, whom he had met over a meal, so he simply said, "Sort of."

"He said he just finished work and was coming over."

"I didn't give permission."

Xie Qingcheng dismissed Chen Man and brought the cooked noodles out from the kitchen. While he was busy, Mr. He watched from the side as if he was a grandfather, and did not want to go up to help, but only knew to ask Chen Man about his business.

"Why is he so forthcoming with you."

"Told you it was a friend."

"Quite young, isn't he? How old are you?"

"About the same as you."

"Prof. Xie is such an unforgettable friend." He Yu said, "Don't you have any generation gap?"

"......"

Xie Qingcheng found him puzzling, put down his chopsticks with a snap, and his eyes went cold: "Are you a galactic police officer? Ask so broadly, what does my social circle have to do with you."

He Yu was silent.

He really didn't have much to say, and when he came to his senses he did think he was crazy to care.

Xie Qingcheng pushes a bowl of noodles covered with loose eggs in front of He Yu.

"Eat your food, I'm gonna go call your dad."

At this very moment.

Zhang Yong is curled up in a dark corner of an office in a teaching building at the University of Shanghai, with the door to the office closed.

Big beads of sweat dripped down from his head, and he reached for a sweatband to wipe it off, but it was soaked through and almost wrung out.

His little piggy green eyes had been fixed on the direction of the iron gate, the only entrance for outsiders trying to get in. He's been staring for a long time, and from the moment the photos of Wang Jiankang's body came out, he knew he was next.

After all, he was involved in the biological experiments at Cheng Kang Psychiatric Hospital, and the possession of women who had lost their normal consciousness had become a kind of customary power deal for these men when they were talking about big things.

There were beautiful women in the asylum, some of them were even students from HU who were tricked into going in for treatment, they were well behaved and obedient, and they could arouse the desire of many men to ravage them, but they were also very safe.

Not too many people pay attention to their mental world and take their words seriously, some women are so tortured and crazy, even forgetful, that they can turn around and forget everything they've ever done to her.

It didn't matter that they were pregnant, they had been partners with Liang Jicheng for many years, and Liang Jicheng knew exactly how to handle the situation, and knew to find those tight-lipped researchers to get rid of the "incriminating evidence".

But ......

But all of this wasn't what he wanted to do at the earliest!

It was clearly that old-timer who instigated him, tempted him with huge benefits and sexual resources, and asked him to do things for him, saying that we were all brothers in the same boat, and that when things went wrong, they could be pocketed together.

After Cheng Kang Psychiatric Hospital was torched, the man reassured them that it had been cleaned up, that at most Liang Jicheng had been traced to that level, and that the rest of the case was a dead end, so that they should not worry.

But Wang Jiankang died suddenly and tragically.

His last name and that of one of the other brothers were also put up on the murder video, followed by the dreaded handkerchief-throwing game implied.

Zhang Yong had just come out of the school building when he saw the Canton Tower. He was instantly scared out of his wits, and while running wildly without a clue, he called "the man" in a state of panic and without thinking.

The phone went through. What came into the ears was the very pleasant sound of soothing music, and vaguely the sound of a foreign masseuse whispering about the force.

They're losing their lives.

The guy, however, is still at the spa.

"Hey...hey!" Zhang Yong's eyes were glazed over with hate and fear, he could not suppress his voice but he could not suppress his anger, much less his fear.

"Hey!!!"

"Oh." The other party smiled, "Director Zhang ah. It's so late and you're not sleeping, what's the matter?"

Zhang Yong was so angry that his blood vessels were about to collapse, and his voice became distorted: "What are you pretending! Wang Jiankang is dead! He is dead! You said Cheng Kang's hygiene had been cleaned up and told us not to worry, now what's going on here! Speak up!"

"Well ...... it's comfortable, harder on the shoulder side." The man and the masseuse said a few words in English, and then slowly said to Zhang Yong, "Brother ah, Cheng Kang's sanitation is clean. However, the dog is still sniffing and won't let go of the people, and insists on sniffing the smell of blood on the ground, which has been smelled at our doorstep, so what do you think we should do?"

"I don't care! You should go figure it out! You take the most benefits, you ......"

But the other party interrupted him with a smile, "Director Zhang, things in this world are often unfair, you are also an adult, how is it that you still don't understand this truth?"

Zhang Yong sweats as he stares at his cell phone, knowing that the man won't help him anymore, or even hurt him.

That's often the result of working with a tiger.

Zhang Yong looked up at the blood-red TV tower and, as if waking up from a dream, threw his cell phone, which could track signals, into the bushes and then ran wildly in the direction of the school building.

Now he was cowering in one of the offices.

There are so many buildings at HU, and the offices and classrooms add up to a thousand, not to mention ten thousand.

He's hiding in there, he's taken off all his smart watches with locator functions, so he should just be safe. As soon as he escapes tonight, he'll turn himself in.

He figured that he couldn't take any chances, and that turning himself in might get him a reduced sentence that wouldn't end in him being strangled alive, naked, like Wang Jiankang. ......

Thinking of Wang Jiankang's death, Zhang Yong again shuddered, he swallowed hard, Jiang Lanpei's figure seemed to sway in front of his eyes, the female ghost with red clothes and red shoes was coming to take him away too.

"Bah!" He shivered, whispering to give himself some courage, "Blah blah blah! Think what you will, there are no ghosts! There are no ghosts in this world!"

But as if to disprove him, suddenly--

A woman's soft laugh resounded in the enclosed space, "Hee hee ......"

Zhang Yong jumped up in fright, his features contorting, "Who! Who?

No sound again.

It was as if that soft smile just now was a hallucination he had created.

Zhang Yong's fat, sweaty back was pressed against the cold wall of the office he'd deliberately chosen, with only a door and no windows! The office was so small that there wasn't even a cabinet to hide people in! Where did the sound come from? Zhang Yong's entire body was so wet with sweat that he looked like a live fish out of water, and his heart was about to pop out of his mouth.

Then, like in a game of murder, it necessarily carries a ritualistic aspect.

The song started once more.

......"

But he didn't have a cell phone on him anymore!

Where exactly is this flat electronic sound coming from? Where was the cell phone? With a glimmer of hope, he consoled himself - had someone left their cell phone in this office?

Zhang Yong could barely stand, struggling to discern the direction of the sound.

Slowly, following the song, he moved those eyes, bulging like bullfrogs, upward toward the ceiling ...... the top of his head ......

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ！！！！"

Zhang Yong let out a scream that could be heard throughout the building--

It's the AC access port!!!

The air conditioning access port had been opened at some point! A red-clad, dark-haired woman was looking down at him coldly from inside the overhead, then smiled at him, slyly.

Zhang Yong, who was already suffering from a basic cardiovascular disease, suddenly turned white as a ghost, his lips rapidly turned blue, his fat chest, which was still hung with Buddha's medals, rose and fell violently, and suddenly--

Zhang Yong's breath didn't come up, he covered his heart, took two steps back and fell to the ground with a plop.

The ceilings of the school buildings are all keeled, leaving a lot of space above, and in the past the students were used to cats and mice running around up there, and the air conditioners were the old-fashioned kind with the lift-off cover access ports, and Zhang Yong didn't realize that there was enough space for a living person to crawl through.

The woman opened the access port and jumped down from it, in her hand was a sharp knife with a cold glint ......

"You ...... are you ......!"

Zhang Yong in the extreme panic still saw the woman's face - such a bewitching face, the closed moon and flowers, delicate and unspeakable. But at this moment, to him, it looked like an evil spirit crawling out of hell!

Jiang Liping!

It's Jiang Liping!

"Now that you've seen me, you definitely can't live today." Jiang Liping smiled as he approached him, "How will you die? Knife? Gun? Both are painful ways to die ......"

"You, you're one of them? You, you're surprisingly more than just a broken shoe, you're ...... you're still one of them!!!"

"Yes, I'm one of them." Jiang Liping smiled brightly, "Why else do you think I'm willing to mingle among you putrid, greasy old men all day long?"

Zhang Yong Backwards ...... Backwards ...... He covered his heart and staggered on his knees as he moved backward, his afterimage glancing at the iron door behind him -- and then --

"Bang!"

He burst out of nowhere, or perhaps it was the desire to survive in his bones that made him fire up his feet like a wild animal, slamming the door hard and running out the door.

Jiang Liping's eyes darkened.

He ran?

It doesn't matter if you run.

This has been around for a long time and he's just a different way to die.

She knew she didn't have to catch up with this man who was already tending toward half-madness, not to mention that there was no way she could run out of here after him, with the police all over the place outside, or else why would she bother to pass through the ceiling overhead via the keeled ceiling?

"Boss, Zhang Yong ran out of classroom 4406." Jiang Liping whispered with a special contact mike pressed to Zhu's lips, "Exit 3 direction. I'll take Exit 6, and have the people you raised pick me up."

Zhang Yong fled the school building on his ass, his screams and commotion attracting the attention of the police, who and the police car approached quickly in his direction.

Zhang Yong had no idea that one day the siren he had dreamed of fearing would become God's salvation song, as he dripped with sweat and cried out at the top of his lungs, "Help! Help! I turn myself in! I report! Help me ...... There's a murderer ...... in that building!!!"

He was running out of breath, the Buddha medal on his chest was shaking, Zhang Yong hadn't even noticed the ghostly light of electronic signals flashing through a small hole in the medal by this time ......

What do you get when you have a deficit in your heart and you pray to God?

Fear of demons.

The accomplices' calculations were laid long ago, and the moment you fell on your knees and begged God, there was a pair of eyes watching you from behind, seeing your weakness and hesitation.

That's rotten meat on the organization and sooner or later it has to be weeded out.

"Help me...help ......"

"Help!!!"

The circle of policemen on guard heard his screams and immediately ran toward him, heavily armed.

Zhang Yong's eyes glittered with excitement, and he ran in the direction of the police with almost all his strength, like a drowning man in a storm trying to swim to the shore -

He don't want to die, he don't want to die ......

Almost there ......

Immediately ......

He could already see the tense, steely look on the officer closest to him, and he cried and reached his hand out to them, reaching over ......

"Help me, I'll talk, I'll say anything, I'll-"

"BANG!!!"

There was a chilling thud!

The outpouring of secrets came to an abrupt end.

A dead silence.

The moment Zhang Yong ran past the turnoff and was about to join the police, a refrigerated school cafeteria truck parked at the turnoff suddenly let out a horrible roar of its engine and then rammed into Zhang Yong, who was about to turn himself in!

Everyone had to brake hard for a split second and watched as Zhang Yong was sent flying into the wall and bounced back with a thud in an instant!

A click, is the sound of the brain shell broken, blood splattered all over the ground, Zhang Yong before landing on the ground has been gagged, obese body heavily planted on the ground. The truck, with its headlights on, ran over the body on the ground again, instantly deforming half of Zhang Yong's body. ......

"Team Jung!"

A few moments of ghastly silence followed.

Suddenly a sharp-eyed policeman shouted, his voice slightly distorted by the great excitement of the short period of time, "Look! There's no one in the driver's seat of that car! It's driverless! The car is moving by itself! How can that be!!!"

Zheng Jingfeng responsible for this unexpected case is a veteran police officer, he was in the neighborhood, Zhang Yong was hit and killed in this scene he happened to see clearly, see this scene, the old police officer suddenly thought of something, nineteen years ago, as if a certain case in front of the eyes of the re-enactment of the tragic images flashed dramatically, Zheng Jingfeng abruptly color change!

He yelled at everyone, "Get down! All down!!!"

Rumble!

The blast sounded almost at the same time, and a burst of fire suddenly sprang up from the empty driver's seat of the refrigerated truck, followed by wrapping the entire front part of the vehicle into the blazing flames of the explosion ......

Zheng Jingfeng choked and coughed his way up from the ground, gasping for air as he looked toward the half-burning steel machine, the unmanned vehicle, the cab that had spontaneously combusted after hitting someone, the half-crushed body on the ground ...... The veteran detective's face became very, very hard to see in the brightly lit fire... ...

It was as if he had returned to that day nineteen years ago ......

The situation in front of him was almost exactly the same as that day.

The only difference was that it was two of his fellow soldiers, a husband and wife, who were lying under the wheel at that point.

--

Xie Ping, Zhou Muying.

"Throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, gently place it, behind the little one, people don't tell him ......"

The second tagged reporter, dead.

Once again, the soft and treacherous nursery rhyme echoed over the HU campus through countless electronic mobile devices.

The entire campus was like the stomach of a giant, churning up and down after a few seconds of silence, as thousands of students and faculty let out shrieks and shouts like a sonic earthquake that struck their ears and rumbled and muffled.

Countless heads hung low, staring at their cell phone screens in a mixture of horror.

The handkerchief-throwing e-villain behind the letter Z also stops, and the e-girl grabs the e-boy, who falls to the ground with a bright red handkerchief behind him, and the e-firelight burns from the little boy.

After a few seconds pass, the murder video once again changes its look-

Another photo of the overhead long shot stretch.

The photo shows the fire burning and engulfing the front of the refrigerated truck, Zhang Yong's body collapsed in front of that burning monster, half of his body has been crushed into paste ......

"Another person has been killed!"

"I know him! Zhang Yong! The director of the school's foreign exchange office!"

"Z is Zhang Yong ......"

The scene was reflected in tens of thousands of pairs of eyes through the projection screen, and one of them was a pair of sharp peach eyes, which were at the moment wide open, staring incredulously at the scene--

Xie Qingcheng's entire body froze.

The blood turned cold in an instant.

How could he not dare to believe that he would see the same ...... car explode and burn after automatically hitting someone in this video serial murder case today, on this day.

It was as if an invisible hand had suddenly grabbed him by the neck and strangled him into a thick darkness, where the photos of Zhang Yong's death in the video overlapped with his lingering nightmares.

The nightmare that lasted nineteen years ......

The one, the answer he could never track down and eventually had to give up on in dismay ......

Xie Qingcheng blood cold hand did not hold the cup, the cup snapped and fell on the ground fell to a smash!

"Xie Qingcheng, what's wrong with you?" He Yu realized that the people around him were not in the right mood, and that Xie Qingcheng's state was completely different from when they saw the first photo.

When Wang Jiankang was killed, Xie Qingcheng was treated like a normal person. He watched, analyzed, complied with police requests, went back to his dormitory, and drew clear lines as to what he should and should not do.

But once Zhang Yong's photo came out, Xie Qingcheng didn't pay any more attention to He Yu, didn't even analyze a word, he took his cell phone, thought for a while with a white face, dialed a phone number, and went straight to Xie Xue's bedroom, closing the door in front of He Yu.

He Yu only had time to hear him and the man who answered the phone say, "Team Zheng, it's me ......"