The wilderness is secluded, the night is dark, the winter night of the last day in the month has passed two o'clock in the morning, the cold is extraordinarily bone-chilling, and the drizzle is like mist, and it has fallen on the grass for more than two hours, and there is no sign of stopping and clearing.

The wild road is tangled with wild bushes, rustled by the rain, and its stretch is extremely deep and wide, reaching dozens of kilometers away.

Located on the side of the road on the outskirts of the village, walk more than a mile forward, and you will arrive at the main road of the province, which was originally a national highway, and is now a wide and long new road to the province.

And the life of the ferocious pig at the age of twenty-five has never been able to leave this mile and road, break through the scope of Xingxuan City's martial control, and reach an effective contact with the outside world, and he has completed his short life on this rural road that is still entangled with weeds.

Dozens of police cars surrounded the surrounding area, all with their lights fully on, and the front lights of the cars all put away the flickering light effect, and a large group of people wearing police officers, military uniforms, or casual civilian clothes, all of them did not say a word, not even whispered, and the target of their gathering was the six iron lumps that had been cut and scattered by the thallium.

From time to time, there are still vehicles that have placed orders with double flashes, pressing the piercing horn, and speeding towards this side. The scene of the destruction of the rampaging pig cart seems to have become a huge magnetic mine, attracting a large stream of people.

Chunhuai Lou finally arrived with the car.

Due to his special status, he must be laborious when he travels, and he has been waiting for nearly an hour before leaving for the guards.

When Chun Huailou, Bai Xuemei, Yanshen, and Qian Mao arrived at the scene in the same car, Zhang Yuqiang, Yang Ye, Wound Without Trace, Fuguimei, Lan Shuilan, and He Fangjing had been here for more than ten minutes, and everyone looked solemn.

Fuguimei's big eyes were red, her eye sockets were slightly swollen, and she pursed her lips tightly, obviously crying a lot before, and the tears on her blue eyelids were not dry, He Fangjing was expressionless, and she couldn't see how much thought she was thinking.

The investigation of the police professionals at the scene has come to an end, and as soon as Chun Huai Lou arrives, detailed written materials and preliminary analysis of the case made on various terminal equipment are submitted one after another.

Chun Huailou turned a blind eye, facing more than ten pairs of raised hands, none of them took it, put his hands behind his back, and strode into the encirclement of people and vehicles.

But there was really nothing to see at the scene, the car of the furious pig before his death, the dilapidated fuel car no longer existed, the tires turned back to pitch-black petroleum dye, glass chips were sprinkled on the ground, six pieces of cutting were separated, and the black discus stood on the spot in a daze, and at the center of the circle with a radius of about three meters, the turf was torn off and scattered, all of which became a dark charcoal matrix, densely covering the brown soil below.

That was the last moment of the Berserk Pig's life, where he stayed, and it was also the realistic location where he could imagine when he logged into the Demon Dao.

More than 100 people gathered on the field, but quiet, no one spoke, and occasionally there were cars from a distance all the way to the high-speed speed, the loud horn from time to time to break the surrounding quiet, but as soon as they arrived, they also stopped the harsh sound, the car and the car attaché were careful to get out of the car, try not to make a sound.

Chunhuailou walked all the way to the black field, and under the illumination of the searchlights of the police car, this small circle area was extremely eye-catching. Imperceptibly, Chun Huailou's shoulders trembled, and as the shaking became more and more intense, all the people outside the circle were even more silent.

Bai Xuemei hurriedly walked a few steps and grabbed his arm, but squatted down with Chun Huailou, and after paying attention, she found that Chun Huailou was already in tears, so she couldn't help but tighten his arm even more, and took out a tissue to wipe his tears.

Finally, a voice broke the deathly silence.

"Brother Chun, this descendant power, is really majestic! What a murderous aura! forced the little pig to dare to run away, but in the end he still couldn't escape his life. ”

Everyone was shocked, and they all looked sideways, Bai Xuemei was obviously even more indignant, and looked back at her mouth wide, but she couldn't speak. It was the wound that stood next to Zhang Yuqiang who spoke, and I saw him with a sneer on his face, obviously indignant in his heart, and most of what he said was just angry words.

Zhang Yuqiang hurriedly said: "Don't talk nonsense without a trace, the matter still needs to be investigated, and any opinion at the moment cannot be used as a conclusion, and it is more likely to deviate from the core of the incident, so there is no need to ...... There is no need to lie without a trace. ”

Wound Wuxian snorted heavily, and said no more.

Chun Huailou also turned his head to look over, but instead of looking directly at the wound who spoke angrily, the first glance fell on Yang Ye's face, and the red eyes were even more revealing of the meaning of scrutiny, obviously subconsciously came to the first question, whether the view of the wound without a trace can represent the common idea of the six people who have lived on two islands for a long time and are now driving in the mainland?

Yang Ye's expression was faint, and no one could tell whether there was sadness in his eyes, so he just nodded and responded: "What the swordsman said is right, the cause of the pig's death must be investigated clearly, and before that, say a bunch of nonsense...... Angry talk doesn't help anything. ”

"You check! Over to you! A few words popped out of Chun Huailou's teeth, and he squatted on the ground six meters away, staring at Yang Ye's eyes for a moment.

"Leave it to me." Yang Ye replied even more cheerfully.

Chun Huailou stood up with a brush, pointed to the row of case-handling personnel who raised their hands and held the terminals such as paper page folders or tablet readers, and said, "What happened to ...... All the case analysis materials were handed over to Director Yang, followed by ......"

He paused, looked around, and finally fell on his wife's face, and said: "Secondly, the authority of the Xingxuan District Government is all handed over to Director Yang for scheduling, and District Chief Li, you should cooperate with Director Yang to carry out the investigation of the case." ”

"Yes." Li Yuanqiu stepped forward and responded, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, today's scene is too terrifying.

He only said that he was the head of the district, and under the anger of Chun Huailou Longyan, it was inevitable that he would not go on a killing spree, and withdraw Xingxuan City from top to bottom, and it was not surprising that the civil and military officials were deposed as civilians.

Fortunately, things seem to still have room for maneuver, as for the previous subordinates of Li Yuanqiu and the businessmen and magnates who participated in the meeting, they roughly unified their voices on the death of Bai Yingdi, although the statements are quite different, and they can't stand scrutiny, but everyone agrees, hiding Bai Ruitian's fatal kick, and also has a vague idea of showing favor to Bai Xuemei's family.

Since this article is bitten to death, then he can't let go, and he can't let go, and he retracts his confession, even if Li Yuanqiu hasn't reiterated it many times, and greeted the businessmen who participated in the banquet, there should always be emotional intelligence at this point, and they just tacitly know each other.

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