I gestured as I walked and shouted for everyone in the car to get down. But there was no movement in the taxi.

I'm going to go around to the side and open the door. Suddenly, the taxi's lights were turned on.

This is a modified headlight, emitting a strong white light, I was unguarded, my eyes were stabbed and painful, and I had to reach out to block it.

The taxi immediately set fire and rushed out like a wild horse.

I could see the driver's intentions, it was the rhythm that was going to run me to death. I couldn't bother to get my eyes out of the way, so I went backwards as fast as I could.

But no matter how I retreat, no one else is fast! I saw that the taxi was about to hit me.

I felt for a moment that I was very bold and did not advance but retreated, and after a snort, I rushed towards the taxi.

I took the scale, jumped suddenly, landed firmly on the front cover of the car, then quickly flipped my legs, stepped on the windshield and roof, and finally jumped off the body unhindered.

I was staggered a few steps forward by inertia as I landed. But that's enough to surprise me, I didn't expect to be so strong.

The taxi didn't want to crash with me, so it drove forward and hit the motorcycle.

With a thud, the motorcycle fell to the ground and slid sideways for some distance, and the taxi continued to flee into the distance.

Based on the changes just now, I conclude that there is a big problem with the owner. I scolded my mother and ran over on the motorcycle.

The motorcycle was knocked out of shape slightly, but there was nothing wrong with it, and it could still catch fire. After I got on the motorcycle, I hurriedly refueled and tried to catch up as soon as possible.

But there is also a painful problem, the handlebars of the motorcycle are a little crooked, if you drive forward normally, it always deviates to the left, and I have to tilt the handlebars slightly to ensure that the motorcycle runs straight.

But I was very adaptable and soon stopped caring about that.

This motorcycle is very powerful, at least according to the dial, the top speed is 200 miles. And when I drove the bike to 120 miles, I could easily catch up with the taxi.

It can be seen that the taxi driver has always wanted to speed up, but this is not a high speed, and he does not have the conditions to drag race.

I was behind the taxi for a while, to the left, and then to the right. I tried to take advantage of the loophole and go around the bike next to the cab and smash the glass with my fist to force the driver to stop.

The taxi driver was also on guard, and he kept a close eye on me through the rear mirror, and he would go wherever I went. After a short stalemate, the taxi driver changed his strategy and played another trick.

The trunk of the taxi suddenly opened, and there was a large-caliber electric fan and an open box in the trunk.

The electric fan immediately began to spin and blew wildly at the open box.

A puff of white smoke wafted out of the trunk. I was wandering around the back of the car, and this time I fell with blood mold.

I was covered in white smoke, and my eyes were a little sore and itchy. I don't dare to drive so blindly, especially now that the speed of the motorcycle is very fast, I can't step on the brakes, otherwise I will be carried out by inertia.

I braked on and off a few times, and when I finally stopped, I fell to the ground with my bike.

I clenched my fists angrily because I had eaten two dumb in a row. In addition, I had no choice but to listen to the sound of the taxi gradually leaving.

I stood up and moved, and found that I was quite nimble, and my body was fine, so I took out my phone again and dialed 110 to go out.

The phone was quickly connected and the operator asked me what was the matter. I'm a little stuck.

I want to say that I am also a police officer, but according to the meaning of the female doctor, that is, Yin Yin, I will not be able to report until three days, and now I am more or less a police officer.

I won't dwell on this issue, and I'll talk about the situation I just encountered. The operator took this matter very seriously, and after asking for the address, I hung up the phone.

I thought about it, although the matter I had set up was not smooth, but the case was more important at the moment. I can't just wait for the police to come, it's probably just a matter of a moment, and a life will be lost.

I pulled the bike up again, and I hit it twice in a row, and the handlebars of the motorcycle were even more crooked.

I had to drive "diagonally" again and get the bike straight ahead. When I got out of this white smoke area, I saw that the taxi was long gone.

The road is hard and there is no dirt, so it's hard to see the traces of a taxi running by. I could only drive forward by feeling, and when I came to a fork in the road, I had to stop.

I was analyzing what to do next. The driver's seat of domestic cars is on the left side, and according to custom, drivers prefer to turn to the left.

I used this as a criterion and pursued it on the left side of the road. There are many alleys here, and every time I cross an alley, I look inside.

This time, when I passed through an alley, I noticed a dark shadow inside, as if someone was sitting inside.

I stopped my bike and shot my headlights straight inside.

I vaguely saw that this person was facing away from me, wearing a school uniform and carrying a pink school bag, and it was supposed to be a female student. She didn't react to the light coming at all. There is a great way for me to follow mine, and she sits on her.

I fed her, and seeing that she hadn't responded, I rode slowly into the alley.

As I got closer, I noticed a pool of blood beneath her. The blood did not coagulate, indicating that it did not flow out for a long time.

I had a bad premonition, and I couldn't control the speed anymore, so I immediately rushed to her side.

I stopped and crouched next to her. Just one glance, I was shocked by the way she looked now.

Her eyeballs are gone, only empty eye sockets, her ears and nose have also been cut off, her facial features, especially her mouth, have a feeling of being stabbed, and her mouth is bleeding from time to time.

I pointed to her mouth and stretched out my finger to make a comparison, and according to my analysis, it seemed to be made by a sharp iron rod about three centimeters wide.

It's a cruel tactic. I looked down again, and the crotch of the female student was cracked with a sharp object, and even the underwear was not spared. There's also a very viscous liquid.

I didn't think it was dirty, so I reached out and scraped some, sipped it again, put it in front of my nose and smelled it.

On the one hand, I regret that this female student is at a good age, but she was murdered, and on the other hand, I also have a preliminary conclusion about this case.

I called again and told the police where the body was found. Actually, I'm not very familiar with this piece, but fortunately, it's easy to describe here.

The police were very efficient, and within five minutes, a police car was speeding up, and five policemen got out of the car and rushed here.

I gestured to them to keep them from destroying the scene, and shouted, "Lay the survey pedal first." ”

The police cars that rushed to the scene were all equipped with such things, and they immediately carried them out according to my orders, and there was a very strange thing, these five police officers seemed to know me.

One of them couldn't help but shout, "Commissioner! ”

I was amazed in my heart, and my heart said that they knew me. How famous I was before I "died"?

When I asked about it, they didn't answer, and it seemed that they were deliberately avoiding the topic.

They focused on the crime scene again, and I wanted to get involved, but I didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly I was a little dizzy, and even my chest was tight, and I felt the urge to vomit.

I took a deep breath and pressed the urge down. I guess the reason why I am like this is because of the strenuous exercise I just had.

A policeman saw that I was uncomfortable, and he kindly suggested that I go back to rest quickly, and just leave it to them here.

I also knew I couldn't be more aggressive, so I nodded and agreed.

The policeman also drove me home in a police car. I found out that he knew where my house was, and he didn't need me to say anything, so he drove to my house.

I didn't say anything during the ride, he looked at me a few times, tried to say something but didn't.

When he finally came downstairs to my house, he told me his cell phone number. I don't know if that's courtesy and flattery.

I took the elevator upstairs by myself, and when I opened the door, I saw that it was a room of 100 square meters, there was no one in the house, but the windows in the house were opened, and the breeze passed through the hall, it was very cool, and the ground was very clean, indicating that people often came to clean.

After a short period of rest, my body is much better, and I have only been wearing a police uniform for a long time, but I am also a little dirty.

I took it off and threw it at the door, and I was naked again.

I looked down at my body and remembered the scene when I first woke up.