Chapter 7: Clues to the Perpetrators

"When a normal person dies, their abilities don't reappear, but you're different, you're a trainee of death, and your 'ability' is a real power, not someone else's ability awakened by an external stimulus. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info When you die, the divine consciousness and divine power you possess will not disappear, they will be scattered all over the world, and even gods cannot predict what impact they will have on the world. Lilo spoke coldly.

[I don't know what it means, but it sounds so powerful.] Tell me for a long time that the sentence "God can't predict" is as rigorous as an expert's conclusion, is death the meaning of a rigid god? Thanks to me for waiting so long! 怑

"I'm done talking, I'll see you when I have a new mission." With a wave of Liluo's small hand, Qin Sanbao's body suddenly lost its center of gravity and fell sideways, and at the same time, Liluo's figure also dissipated like smoke in an instant, leaving no trace.

Qin Sanbao stood up on the ground, stretched his limbs slightly, and there was a crisp sound from the bone joints deep in the muscles.

"I'm not afraid that the bear child has the second middle school disease, but I'm afraid that the bear child still has the strength. It's too embarrassing to complain about not being able to be honest, but it's still comfortable now. Qin Sanbao glanced lazily at the vanity mirror beside him, couldn't help but shudder, waved his hand and threw himself straight into the arms of the bed and futon.

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Qin Sanbao raised his hand above his head to block the dazzling sunlight shining from the distant sky, and through his fingers, he could see a stone gate engraved with Chinese characters not far away, which was the name of the school Qin Sanbao attended, Qin Sanbao subconsciously read it silently, and pulled out a smile with the corners of his mouth and cheeks.

[Everything is not going well, which probably refers to the state I am in now. 怑

On Yu Han's side, Qin Sanbao has gained trust, and temporarily serves as a "personal bodyguard", which is simply to escort Yu Han to and from work. Yesterday it was unimpeded all day, not to mention the gangsters who were looking for Yu Han, and they didn't even see a little ruffian, of course Yu Han was in a happy mood, but Qin Sanbao had a dark face. Qin Sanbao deliberately hinted that the four little young ruffians Yu Han wanted to find a personal bodyguard, and next time he would call some people to surround him, which was good, and he couldn't even see a figure.

[A little bit of the dignity of the underground society, okay? ] The fat pig that was finally found ran away and was robbed of the extorted cash, can you bear it? Can you increase the manpower to surround Yu Han again and again according to the routine, and stick to my task time, won't everyone be happy? Usually the routine shouldn't be the one that hits the small ones and jumps out of the old ones, and upgrades again and again to send experience?! 怑

Wave after wave, the task is unsatisfactory, and I have to come to the school to deal with my worries. However, people who can afford to let go of other things and do not bring the emotions generated by other things to another thing are people with high emotional intelligence. Qin Sanbao put aside his distracting thoughts and stepped into the campus.

The asphalt road for vehicles, the forest path where young couples lean against each other to stimulate hormone secretion, and the artificial lake with a few koi of different colors on the shore, all familiar scenes pass through and pass by Qin Sanbao until they reach the entrance of the dormitory, that is, the place where Qin Sanbao and Bai Feng meet.

A man who was one meter eight tall, wearing a white shirt, a black windbreaker, khaki trousers, and a lean man who looked like he couldn't withstand the autumn wind, was smiling at Qin Sanbao.

"I'm sorry, I wanted them all to come back and get together, but they were too busy to find time. Hehe, you still haven't changed at all. Bai Feng patted Qin Sanbao on the shoulder, grappling his trademark untidy white teeth.

"Damn, I haven't seen you for two months, how can I change." Qin Sanbao pretended to be serious and held back the joy in his heart, but Bai Feng's smile was too infectious, and in the end, Qin Sanbao couldn't help but laugh stupidly with Bai Feng for a long time.

Bai Feng, who looks rustic, smiles very honestly, at first glance he thinks he is a person from a remote area with simple folk customs, but in fact, he is a genuine rich second generation, just the second in the family, and he is not very favored. According to Qin Sanbao's words, it is "rich is not visible, but the second is quite obvious." ā€

Sufficient funds and extensive contacts are his indisputable labels. Qin Sanbao wanted to find someone or ask questions, Bai Feng was always the most preferred shortcut.

"It's rare to come back once, let's go into the dormitory and talk." The entrance of the dormitory is not a place to talk about private matters, let alone the taboo topic of "murder".

The layout of the dormitory is not large, with four upper and lower tables and one bed, two on the left and right, plus a balcony of about six square meters, which is all about the dormitory. Bai Feng, Luo Yansheng, Wang Jianfeng, and Qin Sanbao were all the people who lived in this dormitory. is a senior year, and everyone has their own belonging, going their own way, and the originally lively dormitory is deserted.

"Say it." Qin Sanbao sat down on his exclusive chair, and at the same time motioned for Bai Feng to sit down as well. "You know who it is on the phone?"

"Yes, do you know these two people?" As he spoke, Bai Feng took out two photos from the pocket of his windbreaker and put them on the table. The first one is a ruffian-looking man with an oblique scar about three centimeters long on his forehead, when Qin Sanbao saw the second photo, he couldn't help but gasp, the man in the photo had a dark face and a slightly sturdy figure, this person was Qin Sanbao's current colleague - Zhang Ming.

"You know him? Zhang Ming, is it? Bai Feng saw Qin Sanbao's reaction and asked.

"Yes, I've heard a little bit about him. It is...... He's in the same company as me now. Qin Sanbao felt a chill down his spine.

Bai Feng's lips subconsciously separated, and his gaze froze for two seconds.

"What about this? Yang Peng, do you know each other? Bai Feng tapped the first picture with his fingertips.

"I don't know ......" Qin Sanbao frowned and rummaged through his memory, but did not find a trace of familiarity.

"Ahem, here's the information I got. The person who hit you drove the car to a remote bridge after causing an accident, and Yang Peng was waiting for him at that bridge hole. Then the perpetrator got out of the car, changed to the passenger seat, and let Yang Peng sit in the driver's seat. Also, what about this Yang Peng, if the information is correct, he is a small thug in the underground society, and he has made the most appointments with Zhang Ming in the past few days. ā€

"That's all?" Qin Sanbao listened carefully to Bai Feng's narration and didn't have any clue.

"Yang Peng is also a student of our school, and he is in the same grade and major as us." Bai Feng added.

"Hiss......" Qin Sanbao stared at Yang Peng's photo and pondered. If it was something that he provoked in school, he should have some memory, could it be that he provoked other people, and then that person asked Yang Peng to discuss countermeasures and calculate himself? Then the clue is broken again.

"And one last point, Yang Peng has been secretly asking around for news about you for two weeks before your accident. As a corollary, he is most likely the mastermind behind your murder! Bai Feng's tone was firm, like a sharp spear piercing Qin Sanbao's heart.