I grabbed him by the neck, and there was a burst of pressure on my hand.

Lift this guy up like a chicken.

Instinctively, he grabbed my wrist and pulled hard, thrashing his feet in the air like a hooked fish.

Until I saw his face, it slowly turned purple, and his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets.

I slowly let go of my pincer-like hand and threw him to the ground like a dead dog.

"Who is it, who called you?" I asked, hunching over his collar and grabbing him.

He clutched his throat as hard as he could, as if there was still a wire tied there, making it impossible for him to breathe.

It was a long time before he coughed violently, and a mouth full of blood came out of his throat.

He used his hand in horror to wipe the corners of his mouth, stretched it out in front of his eyes, and then screamed desperately like a pig: "Kill, kill, come on, kill!"

"Tell me, who called you, who called you," I asked eagerly, gritting my teeth and slapping the red-haired mouth frantically.

Far from stopping him from shouting, this made him begin to struggle to become Bengali.

As he struggled, he shouted frantically: "Help, help, kill......"

The shrill scream made my eardrums start beating like a drum again.

I raised my hand and fanned his mouth desperately, and my mouth kept muttering, "Who is it, who is it, who is he?"

At this time, a loud shout suddenly sounded behind me: "Stop, who are you?"

This shouting was like a thunderbolt, and my lost reason returned.

I knew in my heart that the police had arrived, and reluctantly loosened the collar of the red hair.

The red fur was on the face like a pig's head, and he was slumped on the ground, motionless.

I turned around, pulled my ID from my pocket, and handed it to a burly policeman in front of me.

The officer, with eagle-like eyes, stared at me, held up his ID card, looked at my face carefully, looked at me for a long time, and then asked me, "Why did you hit him?"

"This is murder, this is murder," I shouted loudly, pointing to the red hair on the ground, and said to him, "I saw him driving a car and killing Ren Qiang." Officer, you have to believe me, this is naked murder. ”

"Mr. Di, my surname is Xiao, number C4687, what you said and what you did just now, the law enforcement recorder has all taken pictures, you don't need to repeat it, please come with us and go back to the bureau for investigation. ”

The police officer, surnamed Xiao, handed me back his ID card, turned around and beckoned two paramedics to check the red hair on the ground.

The red hair was quickly carried away, and I was also taken into the police car by Officer Xiao.

Sitting in the wide back compartment of the police car, holding the cold iron fence in my hand, I looked out the window.

The bizarre car accident scene, and the unfamiliar faces, under the gorgeous neon of the city, seem so illusory, illusory, and make me feel like I am in a dream.

How I hope that Ren Qiang is still alive and well, I have never seen red hair, Zhou Yunyun has not tried to poison her husband, and as for the hated mysterious person, he has never appeared in this world.

But I know that the hardest thing in this world is to deceive myself.

I silently said to myself in my heart, "You have to be calm, you have to be calm." ”

This is not the first time you have faced life and death.

Your good life was destroyed by more vicious and clever means three years ago, and you have not survived? What else do you have to fear?

Order was quickly restored to the scene, and the Maserati was towed away.

The onlookers came and went, went and came.

Like Liuying, the convoy flowed rhythmically beside him, and finally disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

The colorful neon is still so bright and moving.

The blood, soon washed by a strong current, disappeared without a trace.

The police car also whistled and carried me away from the scene at a rapid pace.

It was as if no one had ever been on that dark asphalt road.