Chapter 172: A Choice of Life and Death
Huang Yiqing stared at the paper in his hand for a full quarter of an hour, as if he could see through this thin A4 paper. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info
After a long time, he raised his head and looked inquiringly at Captain Weng of the Second Traffic Police Brigade, who was already a little impatient but still tried his best to restrain him.
Captain Weng nodded: "The responsibility for this traffic accident is very clear. At 2:03 a.m. today, a major traffic accident occurred at the intersection of Huancheng East Road and Xihua Road in the city, where a car collided with a yellow mud truck. After investigation, the driver of the yellow mud truck, Cai, was drunk driving and ignored the traffic lights, and the accident was completely caused by Cai's violations, so Cai was mainly responsible. ”
Huang Yiqing tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart: "I know all this, and what I want to ask about is this brake trajectory." ”
Captain Weng glanced at the traffic accident liability certificate stamped with a red seal, and said in a completely businesslike tone: "The brake track left at the scene is very clear. At the time of the incident, the car was driving normally from south to north on Huancheng East Road, passing through the intersection of Xihua Road and Huancheng East Road, and was hit by a yellow mud truck speeding from east to west on Xihua Road. Judging from the braking trajectory at the scene, the car first hit the steering wheel to the west, and then hit the steering wheel to the east, and the entire cab was facing the yellow mud car. ”
Huang Yiqing's eyes were suspicious: "Why do you want to go west first?" ”
Captain Weng patiently explained: "The yellow mud truck is coming from east to west, and out of the conditioned reflex of self-preservation, the driver will generally face the co-pilot position outward. ”
But if he goes east, isn't that ...... "Isn't that self-defeating?" Huang Yiqing didn't say this.
Captain Weng is not too young, but he is more upright and will not please his boss, so he has been a deputy captain in the traffic police brigade.
He met Huang Yiqing's suspicious gaze and explained seriously: "This kind of situation has also occurred in previous accidents, but it is rare. ”
"Huh?"
"Sometimes drivers choose this kind of suicide-like method, mostly because they think the person sitting in the passenger seat is more important."
Huang Yiqing sat on the bed calmly, from the moment he saw this traffic accident responsibility letter, this idea faintly popped up in his heart, but he didn't dare to believe it or want to believe it, he just wanted to say this possibility that shocked him through the mouth of others.
Captain Weng got up: "Mr. Huang, if you have any objections to the determination of responsibility for this traffic accident, you can contact me at any time." After a pause, he realized that the lost business tycoon in front of him was also a poor man who had lost his son, and added softly: "Condolences and changes!" ”
Huang Yiqing thanked him and called out to Liu Bo'an, who was guarding the door: "Bo'an, send Captain Weng for me." ”
Captain Weng left.
Huang Yiqing brought the piece of paper to his eyes again, and the short four or five rows of printed fonts on it seemed to come alive, writhing and jumping, scrambling into Huang Yiqing's pupils.
Sometimes drivers choose this kind of suicide-like method, mostly because they think that the person sitting in the passenger seat is more important......
Captain Weng's words were still ringing in his ears, Huang Yiqing only felt that he was greatly shocked, and his heart was afraid that he couldn't bear such a result, and he was beating hard and slowly.
Huang Yiqing slowly closed his eyes.
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Father and son rarely share the same car alone.
Although Huang Yiqing was not very in favor of Huang Mingchuan rushing to S Town at night, Shen Yunfang was in danger, and he could also understand Huang Mingchuan's urgent mood.
Huang Yiqing didn't know why he sat in the passenger seat in a daze, maybe because of guilt, maybe to win Mingchuan's favor, maybe he wanted to see Shen Yunfang for the last time in his heart.
He didn't let Huang Mingchuan drink, but he drank two glasses himself. The moderate amount of alcohol flowed happily in his veins, giving him a lazy feeling of warmth.
"Drive carefully." Huang Yiqing couldn't help but remind.
"yes, I know." Huang Mingchuan pursed his lips and tightened his whole face, "Dad, why don't you sleep for a while, I'll call you when it's almost time." ”
Huang Yiqing responded, but silently observed Huang Mingchuan's driving skills. Although it has not been a few months since he got his driver's license, he still drives in the same way as he is, steady and reliable.
He hadn't told Huang Mingchuan about Shen Yunfang's condition, but only told him that Shen Yunfang had an emergency illness and was hospitalized. Huang Yiqing is also very clear about the children's feelings for Shen Yunfang, and he can delay it for a while longer. Besides, Huang Mingchuan drove the night train alone, and he couldn't be distracted, and he needed to pay full attention.
Huang Yiqing was in a daze when he heard a ringtone of his mobile phone. When I opened my eyes, I found that I had only arrived at Huancheng East Road. He thought he had slept for a long time, but it was only about ten minutes.
Huang Mingchuan put on the Bluetooth headset: "Auntie? ”
Huang Yiqing is a little strange, what else is there to do with Pan Lizhen looking for Mingchuan?
The two of them didn't say a few words, and Huang Mingchuan hung up the phone. Huang Yiqing noticed that Huang Mingchuan's face became very ugly in an instant.
What did Pan Lizhen say to Mingchuan?
"Mingchuan, your aunt and your ......" Before he finished speaking, Huang Yiqing was suddenly dazzled by a snow-white dazzling headlight, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes. At this time, the Mercedes-Benz sedan driven by Huang Mingchuan happened to pass through an intersection with a flashing green light.
The horn of a yellow mud truck that jumped out of Huang Yiqing's side pierced his eardrums like lightning, and he only felt that the car twisted violently twice, then there was a sharp brake sound, and finally with a bang, the smell of blood spread everywhere. Huang Yiqing's face felt warm and wet, and he didn't know if it was his own blood or Mingchuan's blood.
Huang Yiqing opened his eyes, and the bright headlights of the yellow mud car illuminated the flattened cab as if it were day.
Huang Mingchuan was trapped in the deformed cab, and his face was bloody and blurry.
Huang Yiqing's mind was blank, and he just wanted to reach out and plug the bubbling hole next to Huang Mingchuan's throat.
"Daddy......"
Huang Yiqing watched in horror as Huang Mingchuan spit out a mouthful of blood foam: "Don't, don't talk, the ambulance will come, it will come......"
Huang Mingchuan shook his head with difficulty: "...... I can't do it, help me take care of Mingyue......"
"Mingchuan, Mingchuan!" Huang Yiqing's whole body suddenly felt cold, and in the whistle of the siren, he stretched out his hand in vain, trying to shake Huang Mingchuan who had fainted, "Hold on, hold on!" ”
Huang Mingchuan turned into a bloody man, but his eyes never opened again.
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Huang Yiqing's heart hurt as if he had been pricked by a dense needle, he opened his eyes and breathed heavily, forgetting to wipe away the two cloudy tears in the corners of his eyes. (To be continued.) )