As time passed, Zhao Yuan in the car was so hot that she was about to faint, her hair was soaked with sweat, and her coat had been taken off, but the temperature in the car would not drop because of this.

In such a high-temperature closed environment, it won't take long to kill her.

Wu Zhixing's five fingers involuntarily closed and clenched his fists, and there was obvious pain when his nails poked in his palms.

No one will know how she died, perhaps due to a defect in the smart car.

But he knew that from this moment on he would become a criminal, and even if no one exposed him, it would not change this fact.

He stared at the car parked on the side of the road, and hesitated a little, maybe he had gone too far, not to the point of killing people.

He stood up to unlock the door, and his lame foot reminded him not to be soft on such people.

After waiting for enough time, Wu Zhixing walked back to the side of the car, knocked on the window several times and pretended to come back to ask to open the car door but was ignored, his eyes were glued to the glass and he looked inside.

It can be seen that Zhao Yuan fell in the driver's seat, taking off all the fabrics on his body in order to cool down, at this time his head was crooked, his face was pale and red, and there was no movement, and his sweat was like being doused with water.

70% of people are made up of water, and Zhao Yuan is already seriously dehydrated at this time.

Wu Zhixing called the police to break the window and answered a lot of questions very cooperatively.

Of course, no matter how much you check, you can't find his head.

The key is still in the car, and the owner does not have any restricted performance, the only possibility is the vehicle failure. Although smart cars are convenient, once there is a problem, it is not something that can be resisted by manpower.

Zhao Yuan's death made Zhang Jianping hate Wu Zhixing, everyone knows that Wu Zhixing is an expert in locks, and this accident is because of the door lock, which is somewhat related.

Another reason is that this kid almost gave himself green, can you not hold a grudge against him?

"I'm going to block him on the way from work today, damn it, let him bury Yuanyuan." Zhang Jianping was drinking tea at home, and ordered the person on the other end of the phone in a violent tone.

After thinking about it, he decided to go out in person, otherwise how to dissipate the hatred in his heart.

I changed my clothes and was about to go out, but I couldn't press the doorknob, only when it was locked inside.

Zhang Jianping used the key to unscrew the inner lock, the inner lock was unlocked, but the doorknob just couldn't be pressed.

He panicked inexplicably, suspiciously thinking that there would be some danger.

At this time, the mobile phone rang suddenly, and he angrily pressed the answer button, because he didn't know who called, so he didn't speak first.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, do you need a lock picking service?" On the other side of the phone was Wu Zhixing's voice, and the young man's voice was still a little crisp, with a bit of ruffian and ridicule in his tone, but what he said was full of provocation.

This time, Zhang Jianping was sure that Zhao Yuan was killed by him, leaving no clues.

Locked the door of his house today just to tell him.

Wu Zhixing is not the junior high school student who didn't know anything before, he will resist when he encounters something, and it may be a fatal resistance.

You can lock Zhao Yuan in the car, and you can lock him in the car.

"That's all you can do." Zhang Jianping felt weak in his heart, but he couldn't admit it in his mouth.

As soon as I finished speaking, I received two transfer text messages.

From his bank account, there were several large transfers of money, and the recipients were different charities.

The total amount transferred out is nearly 10 million.

Locks are more than just door locks.