"Intuition? Mr. Lu, we can't handle cases based on intuition. Officer Xiao Wu questioned.

"I'd like to hear Mr. Lu's intuition." Officer Gan said, "Although intuition cannot be used as the basis for handling cases, subconscious perception is still very important in the process of solving cases." ”

"I feel so smooth." I said, "If you follow the logic of the forgery being reburied in the ancient tomb, it is indeed a serial appearance, but I always feel that there is something strange, especially when the villager describes the appearance of the tomb robber, he says it too clearly......

"I think it's a bit of a problem, too." As soon as I said this, Officer Gan nodded in agreement.

The steering wheel in his hand turned twice: "Let's turn around and go to the villager again, he is the owner of the car repair shop, I know where the shop is." ”

The car drove to the village near the scene, and the car repair shop was in front of it.

Several young people were riding on motorcycles, chatting on the side of the road.

The boss just came out, and the moment he met my eyes, his face changed suddenly.

"There's a problem!" I shouted.

Officer Gan stopped the car, and a few of us rushed out of the car and threw ourselves in the direction of the boss.

The other party has already been prepared.

He jumped onto a nearby motorbike with a brisk stride.

In an instant, a cloud of dust rose from the whirling rear wheels.

The roaring motor sounded, and the motorcycle sped away.

"Go back and get in the car!" Officer Gan shouted.

I rushed to the young men who were stunned.

"The police are handling the case! The envoy ...... borrowed the car, "I shouted as I ran."

A guy riding on a Kawasaki hurriedly jumped out of the car.

"Thank you." I jumped on my bike, hit the accelerator and chased after me.

"Lu Yanchen-" Officer Li's voice was left behind me by the distance.

Instead of fleeing along the road, the motorcycle in front turned into an alley.

I followed on my motorcycle, but the police car couldn't get in.

I don't know what Officer Gan will do, I just know that there is a fire in my head right now.

Xia Yun's incident stimulated me a lot.

All the way on the plane, I wondered, what was it that had led her and me to get to where we are today?

When I think about it, there is only one reason for me.

I'm too ordinary.

If it weren't for the fact that I was a criminal investigator painter, I got some impression points from Xia Yun and her father, I'm afraid that by now, Xia Yun's whole family would complain about her marrying me.

Although for so many years, the Xia family's attitude towards me is still amiable on the surface.

But Xia Yun is better than me and makes more money than me, which is an indisputable fact.

Xia Yun and I must divorce.

But before the divorce, I wanted to leave a little more decently.

Otherwise, even if it's a divorce, even if it's because she cheats......

Her family is afraid that they will still defend her: "Who made you so unproductive, Lu Yanchen!" ”

I rode the Kawasaki and desperately bit the bike in front of me.

Motorcycles weave through a messy alley and knock over several vendors setting up stalls.

Vegetables, fruits, and river fresh fell to the ground, accompanied by screams and cries, and became a mess.

I desperately dodged the overturned people and vegetable stalls in front of me, and kept honking the horn with my fingers to remind the pedestrians in front of me to avoid.

The sound of the motorcycle's motor roars through the narrow building.

The motorcycle in front of him panicked, made two more turns in the alley, knocked over several bicycles parked against the wall, and rushed onto the road.

I followed closely.

The motorcycle got on the busy road, and I took out my mobile phone and dialed the number of Officer Li.

The phone went through, and the wind in my ears was so strong that I couldn't hear him at all.

"I'll give you a hint." I yelled, shoving my open phone into my breast pocket, "Just passed a gas station with a bridge in front of ......"

After a while, the motorcycle in front of me ran away.

I hit the throttle a few times and accelerated to catch up.

Two motorcycles weave through the high-speed traffic, horns blaring behind them.

With the sound of the wind whistling in my ears, at this moment, I felt like an impulsive fool.

I don't know why I'm doing this.

Purely subconscious.

The road in front of me seems to be stationary.

Only the fleeing motorcycle was my only target at the moment.

It seems that during this period of time, all my resentment, grievances and hatred have been concentrated on him.

I don't know why a quiet life suddenly became so complicated.

I don't care much about money, I just want a stable relationship.

Is this even an extravagant hope?

One more day, Chen Yiyao also left.

Will I ever meet her again in the rest of my life?

It's unpredictable.

We were almost back together, but everything was ruined by the damn Brother Mazi.

I hit the throttle all the way down and the motorcycle's engine was almost at its limit.

The distance between him and the other person had narrowed, and he kept looking back at me, and I could even see the panic and despair in his eyes.

I rushed to the left of the other man, and he jerked, and there was a Ford sedan between us.

I accelerated sharply, changed lanes to the right, and heard only the sound of sudden braking, a sharp sound. In the window of the Ford sedan, someone scolded loudly.

The motorcycle behind me suddenly overtook me again and tried to rush towards the auxiliary road.

But a normally driving sedan suddenly changed direction and was ready to drive off the main road.

The motorcycle couldn't dodge it, and suddenly crashed into the side of the sedan, and the whole person plunged headlong into the holly bushes of the barrier next to it.

I almost jumped off the Kawasaki motorcycle, lunged a few steps and pounced on the guy.

The other man crawled out of the bushes, saw me rushing over, grabbed a brick in his hand, and threw it at me.

I dodged with a quick stride, slamming my fist directly into his wrist and kicking his knee with the ball of my foot.

This trick was only taught to me by a police officer after graduating from the police academy, and at that time he was just showing off his martial arts level had greatly improved, but he didn't expect that I would use this trick one day.

The guy staggered to his knees, got up with a painful expression, and with a fierce light in his eyes, he came up and wanted to hug me.

I ducked back, his arm sloping, but his palm grabbed my neck.

I just felt like I was being held in my throat by an iron tong, and I couldn't breathe.

I grabbed his wrists with all my might, and my body sank violently, and one bent over my shoulders broke free from his grip, and lifted his whole body up, and fell into a full circle.

The other party screamed and desperately got up. I kicked him in the lower abdomen, knocking him to the ground and punching him in the face.

At this time, the car behind him was already blocked into a long queue.

A driver got out of the car and strode over, as if he was going to fight.

There were also people rushing over on the auxiliary road.

"The police are handling the case—" I had almost lost my strength and shouted twice at the side.

Two hands rushed over and firmly held the guy on the ground down.

"Damn, you don't want to die!"

Officer Li's voice exploded in his ears.