Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

flower of evil in the shadows

It was a snowy night.

The falling snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, and the wind is blowing up from all directions.Vehicles traveling at night have to slow down to prevent accidents.

On the way from Central to the train station, several vehicles did not slow down.

After three o'clock in the morning, it was the most silent time.

If it wasn't for the fact that Yan Chen gave too much, the surrogate driver wouldn't have accepted the order.

Now he suddenly felt that the old saying was true, there would be no pies in the sky.

If so, this pie is probably made of iron weights.

——The more the surrogate driver drives, the more he feels something is wrong.Since meeting him a few minutes ago, the police cars behind him have been following him.

The surrogate driver is convinced that he is a good citizen who abides by the law and is not afraid of the shadow.

But being followed like this all the time, the psychological pressure is also great!

The surrogate driver had no choice but to slow down, preparing to let them pass first.

As a result, the police car followed him and slowed down.

Fine.Then he should speed up and get rid of their head office, right?There are few cars at night, as long as the speed limit is not exceeded...

Glancing sideways at the rearview mirror, the surrogate driver's mouth twitched: the police cars behind him also stepped on the accelerator.

There is no end!

This is too obvious!

Unbearable, the surrogate driver squeezed the steering wheel and found a place to park on the side of the road.

When he got out of the car, he was stunned.

The three police cars behind him also stopped one after another. One drove in front of his car, blocking the way forward, one got stuck behind him, and one stuck beside him.

What kind of person can be treated like this?

The surrogate driver was in a panic and wanted to say that he was not worth it, but when he turned his head to look, his legs were weak, and he was able to stand still without embarrassment by raising his hand to support the car.

The door of the police car opened, and at least seven or eight police officers came down in large strides, yelling in a powerful earthquake: "Don't move!" With guns in their hands, the muzzles were pointed at him.

After seeing his face clearly, most of them slowly moved towards the car behind him.

The surrogate driver who gave the French military salute: "..." No, what happened?

He's just a substitute driver!

"Yes, it's confirmed, he's just a driver—"

After chasing for a long time, I realized that the target had been lost from the very beginning, and a group of guards were not in a good mood.

They heavily told the surrogate driver a few words, and after asking the other party to drive the car to Lin Si's address, but was rejected, they had to temporarily accept the car keys, and then asked Lin Si to pick it up.

Before letting go of the driver brother, they also asked each other: Have you seen the person who asked him to drive?Are you aware of his whereabouts?

But the answer I got was: "No, we communicate on an online platform... But I have his mobile phone number, do you need it?"

——You don't need to look at the phone number, it's probably fake.

The guards found nothing and regrettably sent the surrogate driver away.Looking at the snowflakes flying above their heads, they were even more worried when they were exhausted:

With the strength shown by the target so far...they probably underestimated each other far before.

Is it really necessary to watch the other party and kill all three people involved in that incident, but they are powerless?

"Okay, what does it look like to be dejected!"

In the wind and snow, in the gloomy and sluggish atmosphere, a mid-air roar pierced the night sky: "The order has been received, and the team is assembled! Go back to the bureau to rest and have a meeting, and cheer up!"

"Yes!!"

TRAIN STATION.

There is a constant stream of people coming and going here 24 hours a day, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the busiest place in the whole city.

Xing Zhouyang was wearing casual clothes, and was originally scattered in a corner with his colleagues, supervising the people coming and going.

Suddenly, he received new instructions, and hurriedly followed the order to gather in the meeting room inside the railway station.

When he arrived, he found that Sun Yidan was already waiting in front, and other colleagues had also arrived.

"Target lost."

"We have to deduce and confirm the next course of action."

Sun Yidan only said a few words, and everyone present became quiet.

On the curtain of the meeting room, some integrated information has been prepared.

In addition, they also kept in touch with the teams in other locations respectively—not afraid of too many clues, but afraid of not being able to really brainstorm.

"It can be confirmed that Ma Qiyun's death time..."

Meetings are also a simple rest - after all, people are not machines, and there is no steel body that can sleep without rest.

About half an hour later, under Sun Yidan's orders, the police took action again.

As a veteran criminal police officer who has served for more than 20 years, he has done everything within his power.

Whether it is the area and method of investigation, the coordination of each team, the distribution of assistants, and even emergency mutual assistance in case of distress, it is all within his consideration.

But from 03:30 in the morning, to the end of the wind and snow, to the break of the sky, the hour hand points to 06:30...

They still couldn't find Yan Chen.

After all, with a normal person's thinking, no matter how smart they are, it is hard to imagine that the criminal is sleeping in the house of one of them at this moment.

Six forty-five in the morning.

Waking up by the alarm clock on her mobile phone, Yan Chen got out of bed, feeling top-heavy and groggy than before going to bed... But at least the fever subsided.

He put on his clothes, turned on the computer, and first confirmed the location of the other party through Xing Zhouyang's mobile phone.

——Xing Zhouyang They don't seem to be planning to leave work yet.

So Yan Chen came to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door.

Looking at all the fast food products inside: quick-frozen dumplings, glutinous rice balls, ham sausage... He was silent for a moment and closed the refrigerator door.

There is a half box of instant noodles on the refrigerator.

Yan Chen took a bag, squeezed it, and walked back to the bedroom, back to her computer.

His mind was a little dazed, and he stared at the computer for a while.On the one hand, I feel that I am safe now, on the other hand, I feel that time is running out, but I am not very clear about what to do...

Yan Chen knew that this was caused by lack of sleep.

Before, he had to sleep at least ten hours a day...including an hour nap.

Yan Yao's pink pig key chain, he has the same style, but it's a little smaller, and Xing Zhouyang also has a blue one...

While eating crispy noodles, Yan Chen lowered her head in confusion, remembering the two unread text messages from Tian Jingyi that she saw when she just turned off the alarm clock.

Not sure if it's her, or...

【Thank you very much. If you hadn't acted in time, I'm afraid I would have been beaten to death by those people.I'm sorry, I took the initiative to contact you before, but I actually already knew about your sister...]

[I don't know how you are now?I saw what you did from the police and online.But I know that you are not a pure bad person, otherwise, you would not save me, let alone show mercy to those scumbags. 】

[According to the provisions of our country's law: patients with mental illness commit crimes when they cannot recognize or control their own behavior...

If you need, you can contact me, or contact my brother, he is a lawyer, and his mobile phone number is: Finally, thank you again for your help, there is nothing to repay. ]

Yan Chen slid the text message from beginning to end, and quickly confirmed that it was from Tian Jingyi herself.

The police should delete the record of the tentative text messages sent from her mobile phone.

But this sensitive and careful girl is not only kind, but also extraordinarily smart, guessing that she is under surveillance by the police.

That's why she first hinted euphemistically in the text message: "If you need it, you can contact me", and then explained that her brother is a lawyer.

As long as you don’t get into the details, from the perspective of the police, these are just a few normal and ordinary thank you text messages sent to the perpetrator by the rescued person—she even tactfully persuaded the latter to turn himself in and help him.” Get a lawyer."

Yan Chen turned off her mobile phone, and threw the bag of crispy noodles that she had eaten into the trash can next to the desk.

The moment he lowered his eyes, he saw a diary with a pink-blue cover in the gap of the drawer that had never been closed tightly.

Yan Yao's diary.

Xing Zhouyang, before marrying his sister, robbed him of his sister's belongings!

Pulling out the diary, Yan Chen spread it out on the table without thinking about it.

[6.9.Today's birthday, my brother cooked me a bowl of noodles, I was very touched, but I was a little afraid to eat it, but I finished it anyway. 】

【6.10.Diarrhea, don't let my brother cook in the future. 】

【7.1.I finally graduated, woo hoo, I'm going to start working part-time. 】

【7.5.I will definitely not study medicine in my next life. 】

【10.2.My brother doesn't seem to like Yang Yang very much, forget it, as long as I like him. 】

【10.3.Why don't textbooks teach how to coordinate the feelings between family members? 】

Yan Chen flipped through it quickly and confirmed that this diary was written in Yan Yao's senior year.

She doesn't write every day... For example, in the first two years of working, there was a long blank space.

And recently, perhaps because she is getting married, Yanyao is very excited, and she writes her diary very diligently.

【12.21.Picked out the wedding dress!I am so beautiful!I am the happiest beauty in the world! 】

【12.23.There are two men closest to me in my life, one is an iron lump and the other is a wooden lump.I can't move even with one kick, and only move after one kick... No, I'm going to regret my marriage. 】

【12.24.Can Comrade Xing Zhouyang read minds? 】

【12.25.My brother still has no plans to find a job. How can I remind him euphemistically that he can't even pay for it? 】

Yan Chen supported his head with one hand, completely unaware that the corners of his lips were involuntarily raised slightly.

He habitually turned to the next page and saw a blank page.

...

After a long silence, Yan Chen closed the diary, his drowsy head seemed to wake up a lot.

He put the diary back into his backpack, returned to the desk, and looked at the computer.

First of all, what can be confirmed is that the only third person left, Chen Tao, has neither power nor money in his family.

This person was very timid, and after borrowing the light of the other two to escape the crime, he left his parents, wife and children at home and fled to other provinces alone.

However, Yan Chen also found out that Chen Tao did not have any friends to turn to like Ma Qiyun.

The only thing he has is a sum of money collected from wealthy "friends" like Lu Hongjie and Ma Qiyun, which is about 5 yuan.

Therefore, Chen Tao's current situation is: living in various hotels, eating shit from time to time, spending and having fun in various gray entertainment places.

Last night, in order to intimidate Ma Qiyun, Yan Chen made a trending search about "Lu Hongjie" being killed by Mu Cang.

Chen Tao must have seen that hot search.

Even if Yan Chen could find out the other party's location in real time and chase him to province D, the other party might go to another city while he was in the car.

——So, he wants him to take the initiative to come back and find himself.

Sitting in the car home, Xing Zhouyang was exhausted, but his spirit was in a state of excitement because he hadn't slept all night.

He leaned on the seat, subconsciously looked at the time, but just happened to receive a hot push from Sina——

Xing Zhouyang suddenly sat up straight, his eyes widened in disbelief.

#幸福市场打人事件Three murderers have all died#

This... how is this possible? !

The author says:

I'll come first: so short;

(As long as I say it first, readers will not say me)

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!