What was displayed in front of Nalan Yejue's eyes was four long vans, squeezing an ordinary purple taxi in the middle, which had been transformed into a pile of scrap metal.

There were blood stains all over the ground, and the traffic police at the scene sighed that such cross-chain car accidents were very rare, and no one survived.

The ambulances that arrived were all lifted out of stretchers with severed arms, broken legs, and crumpled clothes, wrapped in organs that could not be distinguished.

The degree is far more terrifying than the news photos, a hundred times more shocking.

No one survived.

Four words, defining the death of Lan Qianxin.

Nalan Yejue's eyebrows tightened!

"I want to see our hearts! Where is our heart? ”

"I don't believe that Sister Xin is dead, woo, I also asked her to copy my big question during the exam, and she copied it super seriously!

"Xinxin, you haven't tasted the kiwifruit-flavored milk I gave you...... And your chrysanthemum and lavender, who will take care of you when you're gone, I'm careless I'll water them to death...... Please come back soon......"

"Sister Xin, I said that I would get a score of 61 in the exam, and let him write the stupid big dog with his name upside down!"

"I don't believe that Sister Xin will leave us, and I said that we will go to see the racing car together!"

"You have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death!"

A group of boys and girls dressed in Imperial University uniforms, outside the protective line at the scene of the crash, shouted excitedly.

Nalan Yejue glanced coldly a few times, and when he saw Ao Xinghao, his eyes paused, and he felt a little familiar.

"That's Professor Xie Guodong's son." The subordinate whispered.

His gaze deepened a little, and then swept over the face of the fat boy whose face was like a full moon and who cried the most violently and exaggeratedly, with a handful of snot and tears.

"That's the son of Sister Si Moyu, the Hu family." The subordinates continued to flip through the database and report.

Nalan Nightlord was silent.

Lan Qingxin is withdrawn and timid, when did she know so many friends, and she actually cried like this for her death?

Almost the whole class of Class 2 students was arguing with the traffic police at the moment, wanting to enter the sealed scene to find someone.

The front of the four large trucks also deflated, and the wheels completely deflated.

The deaths of the four drivers were horrible.

However, the bodies of the taxi driver and Qin Xin were not dug up intact.

They thought there might be someone buried under the front of the car.

However, the traffic police acted impartially and did not let them in to destroy the scene.

The two sides are at loggerheads.

Suddenly, a man approached in a wheelchair and said coldly: "This is our family's private matter, and no one is allowed to interfere." ”

Everyone was stunned.

I was shocked by this man's powerful aura.

I saw Nalan Yejue with a cold face and waved his hand.

Several cars followed him, and dozens of black-clothed people suddenly appeared and took over the scene.

The students of Class 2 were all driven out of the sealing line.

The traffic policeman twitched the corner of his lips: "Sir, this is not in accordance with the rules, even if you are the victim's family, you have to go through the legal process." It's still up to us to identify ...... site."

Before the words fell, I saw Nalan Yejue's cold eyes sweeping over!

Those eyes were terrifyingly cold!

It's even worrying that he'll the guy in the next second and make the opponent lie on the ground and can't get upright.

The air, still for a moment.

Nalan Yejue said in a cool, polite and strong voice: "You can ask your boss, my rules." ”

The other party was stunned.

I couldn't help but squeeze the phone.

The man is polite, but also aggressive, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

But soon, the boss really called him immediately:

(End of chapter)