I don't know how long it was, but the night was as quiet as water, and I could hear the sound of gasoline dripping out of the tank.

On the Ring Sea Highway at midnight, not a single car has passed by for a long time.

The sound of the woman crying and chirping sounded, and the man did not make a sound for a long time.

"Honey, are you still there?"

The man waited until he fell asleep, and when he heard the woman's voice, he answered again.

"I'm still there."

The woman was relieved.

At this time, the sound of a car engine sounded behind again, and the woman was a little excited.

"Honey, there's a car coming."

The man also became excited, and the sound of the car's engine stopped from far and near.

The sound of the car door opening, the sound of someone getting out of the car.

A kind of pointed scalp shoes walking on the concrete pavement, the very loud rhythmic click.

The clatter stopped, and someone crouched down in front of the window.

Man's voice: "Help, save ......"

He didn't finish and stopped.

Because of the faint light from the car window, he saw the clown's face again.

Half a second later, his face was full of horror.

Because the clown had an extra lighter in his hand, he clicked, and the flame of the lighter swayed in the wind.

"You, who are you?"

The clown doesn't speak.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

The clown spoke, but it was a terrifying hoarse voice.

“5，4，3，2，1”

Accompanied by the man's frightened voice: "No ......"

The clown stood up, took a step back, grinned, and with a flick of his hand, the lighter was thrown into the car.

The fire rose in an instant, and a cloud of fire was raised.

In the midst of the fire, the man saw the clown slowly retreat, and stood still, staring at him steadily.

The crackling sound, and a burnt smell, drifted messily in the sea breeze.

In a moment, a loud explosion rang out, and the flames reddened the tall palm tree next to it.

In the darkness of the night, the clown grinned, turned around and drove the Porsche and disappeared into the night.

The fire went from small to large, and then from large to very small.

Under the palm tree, when stood a woman, a woman like a ghost.

She tried to extinguish the fire, and a palm branch flapped wildly against the burning body, and the fire grew so big that even the branch burned.

She gave up, knowing that she would never be powerless.

A clown's nose rested on the tip of the palm tree, and she turned around, the fire burning happily behind her.

In the lane on the right, a black car was waiting for her.

Pull open the door and sit quietly in the back seat, the engine of the car roars and disappears.

The clown's nose on the palm tree was not fastened, and a sea breeze blew, and it fell into the sea of fire, and instantly turned to ashes.

In the wee hours of the morning, an earthmoving truck pulled dirt past the area and saw a burnt empty shell with two blackened corpses inside.

I didn't dare to hesitate for half a minute, and hurriedly dialed 110.

On the second day, the headlines on the front page of major media in City B.

Positive title: Rich drunk driving causes tragedy

Subtitle: Fu Changgui, the CEO of the Regal Group, drove drunk last night, and returned to heaven with his mistress Xiang Tian'er.

The next lot of space has little to do with this car accident, it is nothing more than gossip about the lace news of the rich boss.

probably said that the place where the rich boss died was not right, and it was not the right place to die, but it was not the eighteenth-tier star Xiangtianer who died in the car accident with him.

This relationship is messed up, and a group of media reporters who eat melons and dislike melons are neither big nor sweet, and by the way, they sympathize with the wife of Fu Changgui's family who has suffered with him and has not enjoyed much sweetness, as well as a pair of children.

A group of keyboard warriors on the Internet had nothing to do when they were full, so they wanted to consume their food, and they ran to the Weibo of the eighteenth-tier artist Xiang Tianer to leave a message, and all kinds of ugly words came overwhelmingly.

I don't know how to feel when the sweetness under the nine springs knows what to do?

Damn, when I was alive, I tried all kinds of ways to squeeze on top of the director's bed, and I couldn't squeeze into the ranks of traffic artists.

This time it's good, not many people know her, so she died, and she died famously, but it was comparable to the famous woman Pan Moumou through the ages.

At first, the traffic police brigade listed the cause of death of Fu Changgui and Xiang Tianer as a simple traffic accident, and one or two or three people who drank with Fu Changgui that night could testify.

This guy and his lover Xiang Tian'er staggered out of the bar door after drinking half a bottle of foreign wine and several bottles of beer.

It can be inferred from this that Fu Changgui's drunk driving was the main cause of this car accident.

There are thousands of roads, safety first, non-standard driving, and two lines of tears for relatives!

Although Fu Changgui said that he died not very decently, his bad wife and a pair of children are sentient people, especially his wife Mao Xiaofang, who cried so much that she was crying with pear blossoms and rain, it was simply a shocking crying ghost.

Traffic policemen Xiao Bai and Lao Huang who handled the traffic accident.

Although Xiaobai has not been a traffic police officer for a long time, he is famous in the traffic police brigade for his serious work.

Lao Huang gave this kid a full stop, called Bai Bizhen.

Two bodies of unrecognizable color were pulled away, and the frame was not there. Xiaobai came to the frame of the car as if he was engaged in scientific research, which was quite a delicate job.

Lao Huang is not very impatient, this case is obviously caused by drunk driving, Xiaobai is purely wasting time.

"Bai is more true, although it is an advantage, but it is also a scoring occasion, you are really unbearable."

Bai Bizhen: "Lao Huang, come and see, this brake line is broken." ”

Lao Huang: "Damn, such a big fire, don't say it's a brake line, even if it's iron, it may be burned." ”

Bai is more true: "Lao Huang, what you said is layman's language. ”

Lao Huang: "It makes you seem to be an expert." ”

Bai Bizhen: "You don't know, my dad is a master in the repair shop, and he can always touch a little bit of one or two for so many years, not to say three, four, five, six." ”

Lao Huang didn't quite understand the thoughts in this baby's brain.

Bai Bizhen began to be more serious again: "Lao Huang, there is no trace of brakes in such a tragic car accident, don't you think it has anything to do with this broken brake line?" ”

Lao Huang: "Xiaobai, do you think it is possible for a drunkard who drinks too much to use the accelerator as a brake at a critical moment?" ”

Xiaobai nodded in agreement: "That's, don't say it's a drunkard, this is also the specialty of some normal female drivers." ”

However, he had a new question: "Lao Huang, there is also a problem with the fuel tank of this car, and there are traces of oil leakage along the way, could it be man-made?" ”

Lao Huang wanted to call Cangtian, but he chose not to answer.

Knowing that Bai Bizhen had to be busy for a while, Lao Huang was addicted to smoking, so he simply leaned over to the green belt to smoke, the lighter had just been lit, and Bai Bizhen had trouble again.

"Lao Huang, look at this, it doesn't look like a piece of iron for a lighter?"

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