Since its inception in 1978, the Dakar Rally has had a calendar of years. In this race, which has been difficult to move forward with history, there have been countless accidents. And people who lost their lives for these accidents also abounded.

However, in the past, there has never been a hit-and-run incident, or even such a vicious incident of destroying corpses.

Therefore, in the eyes of the competition team, if the crime is really confirmed, then there is no doubt that the achievement of Zhengxin will be canceled.

Himmler's questioning was ostensibly to give Li Fanyu a chance to confess, but in the eyes of everyone present, it was more like going through a dispensable trial scene.

Even if the matter is conclusive, it will require a long and rigorous review and investigation process.

In fact, it is not to blame Himmler for such a style, but all the signs and evidence at present are too unfavorable for the faith.

The coincidence that Li Fanyu found celluloid in the vast desert before, coupled with the wrecked motorcycle that has been burned to black charcoal in the tent of the Zhengxin K2 team, is the best evidence.

Li Fanyu walked to the front of the person with calmness, looked at Kurakiping with a panicked face, and then looked at Himmler with a solemn face: "I have a few questions that I want to ask Mr. Kurakiping." ”

"What are you going to ask?" Himmler said, frowning.

Li Fan smiled foolishly, "May I ask Mr. Kurakiping, how do you think that when the motorcycle appears in our tent, we are going to destroy the corpse?"

"Isn't that obvious? You must have hidden the motorcycle somewhere at the time of the accident, and in order to solve the problem, you turned the motorcycle out of the hiding place, and brought it here to dispose of it, so that the evidence disappeared completely. ”

Kuraki quickly replied.

"Oh?" Li Fanyu smiled slightly and looked around at everyone: "Gentlemen, you say, if I am the perpetrator, should I put the motorcycle in the vast desert safely, or risk being discovered, and use a noisy helicopter to transport it back to dispose of safety?"

Well?

Hearing this, Himmler's pupils narrowed.

Seeing his expression loosened slightly, Kuraki Ping hurriedly said: "It must be that you were in too much of a hurry at the time of the incident and abandoned the motorcycle in a relatively easy location to find, and now that the matter has settled, you smuggled it back." What's so strange about that? Besides, isn't the most dangerous place the safest? Maybe you're ready to take the risk?"

"Makes sense," muttered someone watching from the sidelines, who didn't know who was watching.

Li Fan shook his head foolishly, noncommittal. But it was clear that he wasn't going to dwell on this issue: "Well, then even if we have this motivation, this question passes、Then my second question is, may I ask Mr. Kuraki Ping, in the second stage of the race, your team's car, whether... Have you ever had a maintenance record?"

This question directly made Kuraki Ping nervous. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Yes,"

"Very good, then may I ask, what accident caused the maintenance, and which part was the repair?" Li Fanyu stepped forward, stared at Kuraki Ping's big eyes, and asked.

Kuraki calmed down and said very naturally: "On the left front side of the car, because of the sandstorm at that time, the visibility was too low, and we hit a rock. Is there anything wrong with that? The environment that day was so bad that many convoys suffered similar accidents. ”

"Oh," Li Fanyu nodded, "Then I'll ask you again." Are the damaged parts still there?"

Kuramu Ping looked at Li Fanyu like a fool, "Why do we keep those rags? After replacing them, they have already been disposed of." ”

"Did you dispose of it yourself? didn't anyone see it or handle it?" Li Fanyu frowned and asked forcefully.

Kuraki Ping smiled unnaturally, "Of course, because it is a new energy prototype that has not yet been launched, no part on the body can be leaked." After the replacement, we completely disposed of the damaged parts ourselves. This procedure cannot be handled by outsiders, and naturally cannot be seen by outsiders. But what are you asking these things for? You're not going to be like a rake, are you? Haha, now that people have stolen goods, you still want to deny it?"

Li Fanyu's questioning has completely made the onlookers completely lose their patience******* what are you doing with your time? Such drivers and teams are really disgusting, and we strongly urge the racing team to immediately cancel the results of the Zhengxin K2 team and expel them from this sacred arena!"

"Yes! Strongly demand the expulsion of Shoshin K2!"

"What a scum! The more I think about it, the more disgusting it gets, phew!"

In the midst of the abuse, Li Fan smiled foolishly.

He raised his hand, then spread out his palm,

"I have a piece of paint here that I found on the motorcycle that was burned down. It's a special livery color, and out of all the cars that have the potential to crash with the motorcycle crew, only your team's cars have this livery this way. Excuse me...... How do you explain that?"

Kuraki Hei's pupils shrank violently!

The crowd around them suddenly let out a commotion;

"Really?"

"The paint you got from the motorcycle?

"Isn't it very simple to bite back, you just need to compare it! This Li Fanyu is really interesting, he is still talking about such a pretense at this time!"

Hearing everyone's support, Kuraki Ping also plucked up his courage: "Ah, this, who knows if you used any other car paint to confuse the public?"

"Wait!"

Himmler, who had been watching the questions and answers between the two, stepped forward, picked up the piece of thumbnail-sized residual paint from Li Fanyu's palm, and looked at it carefully with a flashlight.

As if he was not at ease, he directly separated the crowd and walked to the TSL team's pit area, squatting in front of the car and carefully observing the front paint with a flashlight.

After this action, he stood up, raised the paint in his hand, and preached to everyone: "The paint is right, it is the same as the paint of the racing car!"

Immediately, in the midst of the boiling voices, he looked at Kuraki Ping: "I need an explanation." ”

"What explanation does this need!" Kuraki Ping shouted in the eyes of everyone who had become suspicious, "It must be that this guy didn't know where to pick up a piece of residual paint, and deliberately framed it!"

"But you just said that the replacement sheet metal parts are completely handled by you. So why, did this piece of paint appear on his hands?"

Asked sharply by Himmler, Kuraki choked. I didn't answer for a long time.

With a few questions and answers, and a small piece of residual paint picked up from the ground, Li Fanyu regained all the initiative. But it is clear that this result is far from enough.

In the midst of the arguments, he walked to the TSL team's car, opened the trunk of the car in full view, and took out the standard toolbox inside.

After a short time, he turned out a folding shovel from a pile of tools.

Looking at the curled blade above, he smiled slightly. The shovel was brought to the ground and displayed on the motorcycle, which looked like a charred potato.

The shovel was used to compare the chisel marks on the dashboard of the motorcycle.

"And how do you explain this?"

In the eyes of the surrounding crowd who were surprised, or in a trance, or angry, Li Fanyu asked calmly to Kuraki Ping, who was already covered with cold sweat on his forehead.

I really want to be clear at this moment!