Chapter 0429: Lu Yu's Death

Yang Yunhe said that Lu Yu died. { Sui } { Dream } Novel ั‰ww{mะตng][lฤ}

It was a bolt from the blue. A little girl who was still alive in front of her two days ago, humming even when she walked, went out for a walk in the evening and was hit by a car flying everywhere. And the car didn't stop and fled directly.

Xiao Qiong's mobile phone fell to the ground with a snap and scattered into pieces. His eyes looked straight at the void in front of him, and he nagged like a sister-in-law of Xianglin: "Lu Yu is dead, what a good girl." What should I do if I call Lu Laosan? โ€ใ€‚ Although Mo Wei and Mo Mei didn't know Lu Yu, it can be seen from Xiao Qiong's appearance that Lu Yu is also a very important figure for him.

"Let's go, I'm going back."

Xiao Qiong stood up, picked up her briefcase and was about to walk out. The outside is pitch black, like a bottomless black hole. Mo Wei gave Mo Mei a look, and Mo Mei immediately followed, took Xiao Qiong's car keys, and walked to the underground parking garage together. The original plan was to live at Mo's house tonight, and even the car was parked steadily.

Mo Mei comforted Xiao Qiong while driving: "Brother Xiao, don't get excited. Things will work out. Will definitely work out. โ€

Two hours later, Mo Mei and Xiao Qiong appeared in front of Yang Yunhe. This Yang Yunhe is already like a puddle of mud, completely ruined. Xiao Qiong's appearance did not bring too many changes to Yang Yunhe, and the sad expression on his face was very inconsistent with his usual cold-blooded expression.

Lu Yu has been sent to the morgue. Ling Xiaoyun was busy dealing with the aftermath back and forth. Lu Yu was hit by a black car without a license plate. The car did not make any pause and disappeared in the direction of Qinghe Road.

Seeing Yang Yunhe, Xiao Qiong couldn't think of a better language to comfort him. To be honest, when Lu Yu was asked to come to work in the company, it was completely Xiao Qiong's open side. Who knows?

Xiao Qiong, no matter how busy Ling Xiaoyun was, grabbed her arm and asked; "Sister Xiaoyun, can you tune in to the video of a few nearby streets at that time in the evening

Information? โ€

"Absolutely. I'll take you to the traffic police brigade right now. I also suspect it was a murder. Definitely not your usual traffic accident. โ€

A few minutes later, Ling Xiaoyun took Xiao Qiong and Yang Yunhe to the video surveillance room of the traffic police brigade. As the grassroots leader of the public security system, she found the relevant person in charge and quickly called up the video data of the time period when Lu Yu had an accident. These images are like a movie. Show it step by step. After a while, they saw that two minutes before the incident, the black Santana sedan was parked 200 meters from the scene of the crime. Lu Yu bought a pack of snacks from the big mall and walked happily down the street. The sedan rushed straight over like a shark catching its prey!

This screen appears. Xiao Qiong was stunned. This is undoubtedly a massacre. Who has such hatred for an innocent girl? Xiao Qiong closed her eyes painfully and thought for a moment. He didn't dare to watch the video anymore, but muttered, "Sister Xiaoyun, you can help me check and see which direction this car entered the city from." โ€

Ling Xiaoyun understood what Xiao Qiong meant. He's trying to get back to the roots. On the video, you can only see the car, but you can't see the people in the car. But if you can trace the direction of the car, you may be able to replay it frame by frame. Half an hour later, Ling Xiaoyun finally found that the black car entered the central city from the direction of Suibei, circled along the city a few times, and finally stopped on a street near the Tianhui Parkway shopping mall.

Heading north of the Spike? Isn't that mountainous? Xiao Qiong immediately remembered Linhu Town. Linhu Town is more than 300 kilometers away from Suicheng City, and it took the county road on the provincial highway and the highway to reach Suicheng City. Could it be him? Baldheads? This inspiration flashed. Xiao Qiong has the bottom in her heart, but she is silent.

Seeing Ling Xiaoyun's dazed look, Xiao Qiong said a few "thank you" in a row, and then said goodbye to her. With Ling Xiaoyun's experience in solving cases, he only knows which direction the black car is coming from, and there is still a long way to go from locking up the suspect. Xiao Qiong's impassivity did not attract Ling Xiaoyun's attention. She said a few words like "take care and mourn", and paid special attention to Xiao Qiong's need to deal with the aftermath and give an explanation to Lu Yu's father.

And Lu Yu's father, Lu Laosan, is still in the dark. Yang Yunhe and Xiao Qiong didn't dare to tell the old man about this nightmare directly, otherwise. If you can't get a breath in one go, the morgue will lie down again.

Xiao Qiong returned to her car and explained softly: "Yunhe, I already know the murderer of Lu Yu. He's a bald guy. โ€

When Yang Yunhe heard this, he became unusually calm, and asked, "Why do you say it's a bald guy?" Where's the evidence? โ€

"There is no evidence. It's intuition. โ€

Yang Yunhe knew that Xiao Qiong was also a guy who had revenge. If you make a mistake, you're going to have a mess. Yang Yunhe also wants to take revenge and kill this bastard with his own hands! But just based on Xiao Qiong's intuition, he went to the door to take revenge? This is not a joke.

Thinking of this, Yang Yunhe persuaded: "Let's wait for Ling Xiaoyun to solve the case." I want to kill the murderer more than you do. โ€

Xiao Qiong didn't pay attention to Yang Yunhe's reason. This cold-blooded animal. Naturally, there is a tender side to him. After going through so much, Xiao Qiong's heart has become harder and harder. didn't give Yang Yunhe an explanation, and directly ordered: "Get in the car and go to Linhu Town." Find a bald guy. โ€

With Yang Yunhe's personality, can anyone command him? I am afraid that only Xiao Qiong can do it in the world. He hesitated, sat in the passenger cab, and asked, "Can you do it?" If not, I'll drive. โ€

Xiao Qiong didn't pay attention to him, but made a phone call to Mo Mei and asked her to drive back by herself. He's going to deal with the aftermath. After saying that, he turned off the phone directly, not wanting anyone to pull him over, including Ling Xiaoyun.

The Sanling Jeep has a high chassis and is suitable for driving in mountainous areas. Xiao Qiong's face was gloomy, and she flew all the way, and the mountains and trees along the way kept retreating. Yang Yunhe saw that Xiao Qiong didn't want to speak, and his mood was also very bad, so he closed his eyes slightly and pretended to sleep.

At midnight, Xiao Qiong's car had arrived at the door of the bald guy's house. Linhu Town must be a small town after all, and the central urban area has a population of less than 5,000. Xiao Qiong parked the car near the bald guy's house and got out of the car with Yang Yunhe. Looking at the big black villa, it seems that he has fallen into a deep sleep with his owner.

Xiao Qiong sprinted and turned over into the wall. The two Tibetan mastiffs roared twice, probably smelling Xiao Qiong's breath, and soon shook their heads and tails intimately, making a humming sound. Xiao Qiong still stretched out her hand, took out the "five-step down" prepared by Dai Xiaoxiao from her arms, and threw it at the two Tibetan mastiffs. After a while, the two beasts lay upright on the ground, never snorting again.

I heard the cry of the Tibetan mastiff, and the light in the master room on the second floor turned on.

"Who?" It's the voice of a bald guy.

Xiao Qiong hid in the dark, and when she looked up, the window on the second floor was opened, and half of the bald guy's head stretched out. His bare head shone against the dim street lamp.

Yang Yunhe's climbing skills Xiao Qiong has been taught, not to mention the second floor, even dozens of high-rise buildings, he can also go up. Sure enough, before the bald guy could retract his head, Yang Yunhe had already flown into his bedroom like a swallow. (To be continued.) )