The night in Zhonghai is getting brighter and brighter, and the street lights extend radially from the main urban area to all directions.

Yang Weicheng drove the car, in a trance, as if he had returned to his previous life, and the person sitting next to him was not Yang Mei, but Sister Lin Xi.

He couldn't help but put his hand on Yang Mei's hand.

Yang Mei was thinking about her thoughts, and the facts of the case were intertwined with the poached eggs tonight, and her mood was disturbed.

Suddenly, the back of his hand was covered by something warm and coarse, and when he looked down, he saw that it was actually the big dead claw, and he shook it off.

"What are you doing?" Yang Mei asked ashamedly and angrily.

This little temper directly pulled Yang Weicheng back to reality from his reverie, hey, it's not Sister Lin Xi, Sister Lin Xi is gentle.

"Hehe, it's a gaffe." Yang Weicheng smiled to hide his embarrassment.

Yang Mei didn't pursue it, paused and asked, "What did you talk to my brother about tonight?" ”

Yang Weicheng said: "Keep it secret, your younger brother will have a great future in the future!" ”

"Cut, in the future, we can support ourselves, and we will be satisfied with marrying a daughter-in-law by the way."

"You're asking too little of him."

Ding zero zero!

The phone rang, and Yang Weicheng said, "Beauty, help me get the phone." ”

The phone and bag were in the back seat, Yang Meibai glanced at him, leaned over to get the phone.

When she turned around, her neckline was exposed, and Yang Weicheng glanced at it inadvertently, and her face turned red in an instant.

Yang Mei handed him the phone, but heard him swallow his saliva.

"Why, I ate so much at my uncle's house, and I haven't eaten enough?" Yang Mei asked.

Yang Weicheng blushed and answered the phone with a smile.

"Boss Yang, I, Shen Xiangqian."

Shen Xiangqian's weak voice came from the phone.

"Yo, old Shen, what's wrong with you?" Yang Weicheng asked hurriedly.

"Is it inconvenient for you to come to the Deep State now? I'm in the hospital, Shenzhou People's Hospital......" Shen Xiangqian said, "I won't say what the specific situation is, can you come?" ”

"Yes, I'll buy a ticket tomorrow!"

Yang Weicheng and Shen Xiangqian were comrades-in-arms in a trench. In the past two years, almost one-fifth of his wealth has come from Shen Xiangqian's contributions.

I wanted to appease Shen Xiangqian for a few words, but the other party was too weak, so Yang Weicheng had to hang up the phone first, and his mind went to Shenzhou.

"What's wrong?" Yang Mei asked, "Do you need my help?" ”

Yang Weicheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I can't help, it's too far, I'm going to Shenzhou tomorrow." ”

"Okay, I'll help you call a friend on the railroad and buy a sleeper."

"Yo, thank you, daughter-in-law......" Yang Weicheng joked.

Syllable!

A slap of fried chestnuts burst on his forehead.

"Be serious, and call me ...... in the future" Yang Mei waved her fist under his nose and warned fiercely.

Yang Weicheng raised his hand in surrender, and as soon as his hand was off the steering wheel, Yang Mei's face turned pale with fright.

"Crazy, hold it!"

Yang Weicheng laughed, there are not many motor vehicles on the road in this era, just a wave. Students should not study, but still obey the traffic rules!

Yang Mei hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the steering wheel, and half of her body was lying on Yang Weicheng's lap.

Suddenly, the two of them were motionless as if they had been pointed, and the atmosphere in the car became awkward.

The smile faded, Yang Weicheng held the steering wheel in a daze, and Yang Mei returned to his place. After that, no one mentioned what had just happened.

Early the next morning, as soon as Yang Weicheng got up, Yang Mei brought him a train ticket, and then left with a black face.

"Looks like you're still angry?" Yang Weicheng didn't even have time to apologize.

Now he doesn't have the heart to say that Shen Xiangqian is hospitalized, and he doesn't call his daughter-in-law, sister-in-law and other family members, but he calls himself, it seems that the problem is very serious and very special.

He packed some luggage, left a message for Li Dong and Zhao Chong, and hurriedly stepped on the train to Shenzhou.

In these years, I still need a license to go to Shenzhou, but fortunately, Yang Weicheng has already done all these things, and Shenzhou is also often in and out.

When he came to Shenzhou and just got off the train, he was in a hurry, so he took a taxi directly. As a result, the more anxious he became, the more chaotic he became, and he actually got into a black car.

Instead of heading towards the city, the car pulled him toward the beach.

"Master, what do you mean by that?" Yang Weicheng asked.

The driver turned around and said with a cruel smile: "Boss, I see that you are quite rich, you can give you five hundred yuan for this trip, and I will immediately turn around and send you to the hospital." ”

"Or do you want to give it?" Yang Weicheng understood, this was a black car.

What he hates most is being blackmailed, and what he hates the most is suffering. Now, this driver has both, and Yang Weicheng already feels that his head is about to glow and breathe fire.

The driver sneered: "Young man, when you go to someone else's territory, you still have to play tricks, right?" Good! ”

He no longer paid attention to Yang Weicheng, and directly kicked the accelerator to the end, pulled him to the beach, stopped the car, took out a stick from the trunk, and knocked on the car door.

"Come down."

The driver stared at Yang Weicheng fiercely.

Yang Weicheng was dusty, worried, and upset, so he got out of the car when he saw this, rolled up his sleeves and took off his coat, slapped his head, and directly grabbed the driver's collar.

This time, he learned kung fu from Zhao Chong, although kung fu was not practiced overnight, but he also learned a little fighting skills.

Probe and grab, the speed is several times faster than before.

Before the driver could react, the person was already face to face with Yang Weicheng. Then there was a bang on the door of the head, and I only felt that the sky was spinning, and it hurt hotly.

Yang Weicheng let go of his hand, and the driver fell to the ground softly, unconscious.

"Whoa! Dare to blackmail me! Yang Weicheng spat at him.

When the driver was unconscious, he was still regretting that he shouldn't have pulled the guest. Is this a guest? This is Lord Yama!

Have the heart to drive away, and when you think about it, won't you become a robber? When he arrived at the Public Security Bureau, this guy said a few words casually, and he couldn't explain it even if he was covered with mouths.

Helpless, let's walk!

Fortunately, this section is not far from the highway, Yang Weicheng trotted all the way, and it didn't take long to come to the highway.

Just a person came on a motorcycle, and Yang Weicheng waved, and the other party stopped.

"Big brother, are you going to the city? Piggyback on me, paid. Yang Weicheng stepped into the car and said with a smile.

The man nodded and said something, as if it was Hakka, and he didn't understand it at all.

However, according to the direction of the road, this motorcycle is indeed going to the city.

The car rode fast, but it was crooked, and Yang Weicheng sat behind, frightened.

"Big brother, it's okay to slow down, don't be in a hurry." He said cautiously.

Karma!

Before he could finish speaking, the man braked suddenly. The rear wheel slammed hard, almost knocking Yang Weicheng upside down.

Without waiting for Yang Weicheng to open his mouth to scold, the car fell to the ground with a bang.

Fortunately, Yang Weicheng was agile, and at the moment when the car showed signs of falling down, he jumped out of the car and escaped a few steps.

The man was smashed on the side of the road by the car and was convulsing.

Yang Weicheng cursed and hurriedly ran forward to see the situation.

But he saw that the man's abdomen was gushing and bleeding, and he looked very serious.

It's amazing that this man is wearing a helmet. You must know that the common people of China are very popular, and the habit of wearing helmets has not been developed until decades later.

can know how to wear a helmet in this era, Yang Weicheng feels that this person is either an unspeakable identity, or he is not a Chinese.

Sure enough, from his clothes, Yang Weicheng could see that this person was not local, and nine times out of ten he was from Hong Kong Island.

"If you insist, I'll stop the car right away." Yang Weicheng said words of comfort to him in vain.

In fact, he could see that with the bleeding speed of this wound, Hua Tuo's reincarnation could not save him.

The reality is not, just a few stitches will work.

Yang Weicheng squatted down to talk to him to prevent him from losing consciousness, and at the same time used his helmet to press against the wound.

The man's hand trembled, and he pointed to his jacket pocket.

Yang Weicheng was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?" ”

The man said a Hakka dialect and changed it to Mandarin: "Help Ah Jing ......"

He laboriously pulled a purse out of his pocket and flipped it open, revealing a picture of a woman inside.

Very young, three-dimensional, very foreign, like a mixed-race, wavy long hair, choppy waves. The most obvious thing is that next to her nose, there is a black mole the size of a black sesame seed.

This is not only not a flaw, but it brings her a different charm. In a word, a beauty.

"What do you mean?" Yang Weicheng was stunned, and the man actually hung up.

He had a black line in his head, and said in his heart: "Why is Lao Tzu so unlucky, when he arrives in Shenzhou, he first encounters a black car, and then you are a dead ghost......"

But he's angry, there's a dead man on this road, and he can't just run away.

First find the nearest family, and let the person take him to the police. Balabala dealt with it for a while, and when the police were convinced that he had nothing to do with the murder, they let him leave.

Yang Weicheng noticed that their words were murder, that is, the person did not die in a car accident. Nine times out of ten, the man was seriously injured by the time he got on the bus.

"I*, no wonder the car is flying." Yang Weicheng had a black line in his head, and said in his heart, he picked up a small life tonight!