Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

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Because I don’t need any information right now, Zhao Ke didn’t bother to go to the Red Smoke House. After wandering around the ghost market, Zhao Ke was sure he didn’t find the stamp “Sand Sea” that could be synthesized into “Nature’s Wrath” Then, he turned and left the ghost market.

"Just last night, around 4:[-] in the morning, a huge traffic accident occurred, and the dead were four elderly people..."

On the small TV in the waiting room, a piece of local news was broadcast.

After seeing the appalling situation in the picture, everyone around couldn't help but sigh.

Zhao Ke held the newspaper in one hand, and kept carefully stuffing the lava cake into his mouth with the other hand. After hearing the news, he couldn't help but look up at the picture, and then continued to look down at the newspaper.

"Hey, pitiful, this is considered a death in a foreign land."

Sitting beside him was a middle-aged man in his 30s with a young girl by his side. After seeing the news, the man sighed and said in a compassionate tone, "Poor, accidents are everywhere."

The girl couldn't help covering her face when she heard the words, and leaned against the middle-aged man, unable to bear to look.

However, at this moment, another person's voice was heard from the side. The voice was very clear. Although not everyone present could hear it, at least the few people sitting in the back row could hear it clearly: "No, this It wasn't a car accident, it was murder!"

Chapter 149 Crazy?

Everyone turned around and saw that the speaker was a middle-aged man with red lips and white teeth, dressed in casual business attire, carrying a briefcase in his hand, and his hair was combed meticulously with countless layers of hairspray.

He is middle-aged, but he is very friendly, sitting in the most inconspicuous corner, if it weren't for what he said just now, no one would notice him.

"Tch, it's been said in the news that it was a car accident. Could it be a lie? These days, are you crazy? Dare to kill someone?"

Some people didn't believe it, especially the one sitting next to Zhao Ke, who looked him up and down.

Everyone looks like they are in their 30s, but the other party is obviously better than him in terms of conversational temperament and body shape.

Therefore, he was a little unconvinced, and deliberately mocked in a cold voice: "Besides, if you read a report and say it was murder, I think you are either talking nonsense, or you are at the scene. If you infer this way, can I doubt that you are the murderer?"

Being ridiculed and even questioned, the middle-aged man was not angry, and looked up and down at the other party and the girl beside him.

"You are about 35 years old and a business elite. I guess you must be related to insurance."

"Eh..."

The middle-aged man continued: "It's just that I don't think you seem to be going well recently. Is it work or life? Or both?"

Faced with the other party's aggressive questioning, Zhao Ke could feel that the breathing of the man beside him had begun to speed up without turning his head.

"You are from the north by your accent. It seems that you are in a good mood when you are traveling at this time, but I think you are absent-minded. Are you still thinking about how to explain your monthly salary to your wife after you go home?"

"You! What nonsense."

Hearing this, the man couldn't sit still, he stood up suddenly and glared at him.

"Recently I heard some news that the insurance industry has recently started to raise the premium rate. That is to say, if you used to pay a monthly premium of 400, you can enjoy a medical insurance amount of 600, but now you need to pay 1000 or even [-]. OK.

Moreover, after 08, the first batch of financial insurance, calculated according to the maturity of five years, will almost expire this year.

As far as I know, this batch of wealth management insurance basically suffers from heavy losses. After the customers are acquired, they can't even match the bank's interest, so it is difficult to do insurance in the near future.

Your finances should not be very good. Here is my business card. My name is Zhang Ziyang, and I am an account manager of a credit company. If you need it, you can call me. "

"Zhang Ziyang!"

After Zhao Ke heard this sentence, he couldn't help but feel a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he met it.

"Get out, crazy!"

The man waved Zhang Ziyang's hand away, pulled the woman beside him and left angrily.

But at this time, Zhang Ziyang passed the business card to the girl calmly, and winked at the girl, meaning that you will use it.

After the couple left, they saw Zhang Ziyang sitting where the man had just been.

"How do you know that he sells insurance?"

As soon as Zhang Ziyang sat down, he heard someone next to him asking himself, put his briefcase in his arms, and said with a smile: "I guess, but people who only have one kind of industry often think that 'accidents are always everywhere'" Put your words on your lips."

After Zhang Ziyang said this, he took out a brand new business card from his briefcase and handed it to the man beside him holding the newspaper.

But at this moment, Zhang Ziyang glanced at Zhao Ke's fingers suddenly, although his face remained unchanged, his pupils tightened slightly.

"No, we met, you forgot."

Putting down the newspaper, Zhao Ke half-closed his eyes, looked at Zhang Ziyang who was sitting in front of him, stretched out his palm and said, "Hi, we meet again, Zhongcheng Credit, right?"

Zhao Ke looked carefully at Zhang Ziyang in front of him. Before, he always felt that he had seen this person somewhere before, but Zhao Ke suddenly remembered it after hearing the other party's nonsensical inferences.

I have indeed seen this Zhang Ziyang. When I went to see Wang Na last time, this guy was sitting on the chair outside the outpatient clinic, sitting with me.

At that time, the two chatted very happily at first, but they didn't expect that Zhang Ziyang turned out to be a psychopath in the end.

"Oh……"

Zhang Ziyang scratched his head, stretched out his hand to shake Zhao Ke's hand, and said, "Sorry, I have to meet a lot of people every day, so I don't remember the names of the general customers. Your last name..."

Zhang Ziyang was very casual, sitting beside Zhao Ke with his legs crossed, the two of them chatted as naturally as if they were acquaintances who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"king!"

Zhao Ke kept his eyes on the other party, pointed to the picture on the TV, and said, "Tell me, why is it murder?"

Hearing that someone believed his inference, Zhang Ziyang immediately became excited, and said: "Although the picture has been processed, the key parts have not been photographed, but one part has been ignored."

"Where!"

Zhao Ke frowned slightly, and asked curiously.

"Traces!" Zhang Ziyang thought for a moment, and said, "Although the bloodstains on the ground have been washed away by the rain, the traces of the car impact are still there. I have done a vehicle insurance appraisal. The motorcycle hit like this, the speed should not be fast.

There were no skidding tire marks on the ground, indicating that their car did not suddenly lose control.

The body was still around the car, but the head was on the other side, up the hill.

I guess, they were cut off their heads while driving, and the knife was very sharp. After the head was cut off, the body still kept a certain balance, which caused the car to go all the way down, and the bodies on both sides were so far apart. "

At this time, Zhao Ke put his palm on Zhang Ziyang's shoulder, whispered to Zhang Ziyang's ear, and said in a low voice, "You're not crazy, are you?"

"Crazy? You don't believe me?"

Zhang Ziyang looked back at Zhao Ke, looked up and down carefully at Zhao Ke, and said, "You are a chef, aren't you?"

Zhao Ke raised his brows, and when he was about to speak, he saw a woman walking over quickly not far away, grabbed Zhang Ziyang's arm, and shouted: