As a local policeman, is it appropriate for you to take over the job of a criminal policeman?

"Okay, this location has a nice view, and there are a few parking spaces specially marked out."

Zhong Aiwen parked the car and was about to get out when Yan Hao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stopped him.

Zhong Aiwen looked at Yan Hao curiously, "What's wrong?"

Yan Hao looked at Zhong Aiwen with a strange expression and said slowly: "Director, do you think that the new and the old are always replaced in nature?"

Zhong Aiwen didn't understand what Yan Hao wanted to say, so he could only reply according to normal logic: "Yes, the old die and the new grow up, so that life can continue forever."

Yan Hao smiled strangely, "I think so too. Only when the old die can the new survive."

"Isn't that right, Director?"

Zhong Aiwen began to feel that something was wrong. Why was this guy so weird?

"Xiao Yan, are you too tired recently? How about we go back and I give you a few days off?"

"No need, you can't go back." Yan Hao said coldly.

Zhong Aiwen looked at Yan Hao in astonishment.

Suddenly, Yan Hao flipped his hand and a syringe appeared. He thrust the syringe into Zhong Aiwen's neck and pushed the medicine in.

Before Zhong Aiwen could react, he felt dizzy. "What are you going to do?"

Yan Hao pulled out the needle with a grim smile, and said proudly: "What are you doing? Didn't I just say it? If the old ones don't die, how can the new ones live?"

"The police are investigating so closely now. If I don't find someone to take the blame, how can I, the real murderer, survive?"

"You said so, Director."

Zhong Aiwen's consciousness began to blur, and he had no strength at all. He tried his best to speak: "The real murderer? Did you kill Teacher Fan?"

"Yes, I killed her. She was always so noble and dared to refuse me. I would kill her." Yan Hao laughed crazily with an extremely distorted expression on his face.

"You, you are a pervert, aren't you afraid of being caught for killing people?" Zhong Aiwen pointed at Yan Hao and cursed.

"What are you afraid of? You know who my uncle is. I'm not afraid to tell you that he taught me what I did today. Just go with peace of mind. You should be satisfied to die under the planning of an old detective."

"Also, this isn't my first crime, you didn't expect that."

"You old man, tsk!" Yan Hao said as he closed Zhong Aiwen's eyes.

Zhong Aiwen struggled for a moment and finally fainted.

Yan Hao snorted coldly, "Old man, it is a blessing for you to take the blame for me, the young master."

After saying that, Yan Hao turned off Zhong Aiwen's phone and began to clean up the traces in the car.

According to the plan, he would push Zhong Aiwen and the car off the road to make it look like Zhong Aiwen committed suicide.

After returning, he would print out the suicide note and put it in Director Zhong's office.

Although there may be flaws, as long as his uncle helps to mediate, everything will go smoothly.

After he cleaned up all the traces, he burned the only syringe and threw it into the valley.

Now all he needs to do is wait for time. It takes 2 hours for the anesthetic to be completely digested in the human body, so he cannot push the car down too early.

Because if it's too early, if the body is found too quickly, the forensic doctor may be able to detect the presence of anesthetics.

Yan Hao waited in the car for an hour, which was enough time.

He got out of the car, walked to the driver's seat, opened the door, started the car, and now he just needed to release the handbrake and push the car down, and everything would be over.

He was standing behind the car and was about to reach out to push the cart when suddenly a car roared on the mountain road behind him and honked its horn continuously.

Drop drop-

He looked back and saw a police car driving up the mountain at a high speed.

Why are there police?

Yan Hao panicked. The police car was driving so fast and honking its horn. It seemed like it had bad intentions.

If he pushed the cart now, he would definitely be caught.

He didn't dare to do anything, so he could only stand on the side of the road, pretending to look at the scenery, hoping that they were not looking for him.

But the fact is, the police car roared to a stop in front of him, the out-of-town policeman got out, looked at him, and then pushed him on the trunk of the car.

"Yan Hao, now I suspect you are involved in a murder case, and I also suspect you killed Zhong Aiwen."

Yan Hao was completely panicked. He didn't expect that someone was really coming for him. He was doomed.

Ye Lin didn't expect that he would catch up with him after rushing so hard, and it seemed that Yan Hao hadn't made a move yet.

After controlling Yan Hao, Ye Lin opened the door of the cab and found Zhong Aiwen lying in the driver's seat, motionless.

"Director Zhong, Director Zhong, wake up, wake up." Ye Lin shook hard.

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong and touched Director Zhong's nose, and found that he had completely stopped breathing.

Zhong Aiwen is dead.

"You beast, what did you do to Director Zhong?" Ye Lin angrily punched Yan Hao to the ground.

Yan Hao remained silent, he knew that what he needed most at this moment was silence. His uncle had taught him that if caught by the police, he should remain calm, because the more he spoke, the more mistakes he would make, so saying nothing was the best way.

Ye Lin quickly called Captain Xu and asked for an ambulance. The moment the patient was pulled into the ambulance, the doctor shook his head.

Yan Hao suddenly felt that he had hope again.

After bringing Yan Hao back, Ye Lin started interrogating him directly.

"Yan Hao, did you kill Zhong Aiwen? Tell me, how did you kill him?"

"No, he said he was tired and wanted to rest, so I was standing outside. I didn't expect he would die." Yan Hao replied calmly.

Ye Lin was a little stunned. He didn't expect that Yan Hao still wanted to deny it at this time.

He sneered, "Yan Hao, don't be lucky. We are already investigating your so-called backers. Confess your crimes honestly. Our policy is to be lenient to those who confess."

Yan Hao looked at Ye Lin as if he was a fool. "If you confess, you will be treated leniently, but if you stay in prison for the rest of your life, I understand."

"Watch your attitude!" Ye Lin said, slapping the table.

"Okay, I'll be careful about my attitude, but I really didn't kill anyone. Do you have any evidence to prove that I killed Director Zhong?"

"When we saw you, Director Zhong was already dead in his seat. There was a needle hole on his neck, and anesthetic residue was detected from it. And you still say it wasn't you who did it?"

"It's not me. I don't know anything." Yan Hao shrugged. "The director said he wanted to rest, so I got off the car. I don't know what he did."

Ye Lin's expression gradually became solemn. This Yan Hao was no ordinary person. He had rich experience in counter-detection, but he said nothing and knew nothing.

If Director Zhong were still alive, he could directly testify against Yan Hao, but now that Director Zhong is dead, there is no evidence at all.

Although a needle hole was found on Director Zhong's neck, the syringe was not found, so there was no way to prove that it was Yan Hao who injected him.