Outside the car, the sun was scorching and raging, like a scorching block of ice, disintegrating little by little, melting the rock-solid solid.

Jiang Yan's dark and deep eyes were hidden under his long eyelashes, and the sunlight cast a dark shadow on his eye sockets. Just now Schumann only felt that under his gaze, his heartbeat seemed to skip a beat in an instant.

But it was only for a moment, because in the next second, she had mercilessly hooked the corners of her lips, revealing a very faint smile:

"Huh! I know what you've been doing in the last few years! ”

After Schumann finished speaking, he didn't notice that Jiang Yan was on the steering wheel, and suddenly clenched it.

"You're going to practice your face!"

“……？”

"Everyone else is crushing boulders in the chest, you don't need to, you can just crush it on the face!"

“……”

Listening to Schumann's angry teasing, Jiang Yan couldn't help but smile in a low voice, and then secretly let out a sigh of relief.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere in the small space in the car suddenly became quiet.

I don't know how long later, just when Jiang Yan was about to take the initiative to break the silence, he suddenly heard Schumann change his previous banter and provocation, change his extremely serious tone, and asked himself word by word:

"Jiang Yan, I have a question for you, you must promise me to answer truthfully!"

Jiang Yan was stunned, but in an instant, he raised the corner of his lips:

"You want to ask me about the relationship between Jiang Wenyue and Fu Jiawei?"

Schumann pursed her lips, which was a tacit acquiescence, although she didn't want to believe it.

"If I say that the relationship between me and them is just an ordinary subordinate relationship, do you believe it?"

Do you believe it?

Jiang Yan's voice was calm, like a silent lake, serene and quiet, but invisibly, giving people an irrefutable power.

Schumann paused, then sat up straight.

If Jiang Yan and the deceased Jiang Wenyue and Fu Jiawei have no special relationship, why are the people around him who die?

"Jingle bell—"

Suddenly, a sudden mobile phone rang in the quiet air, Schumann was distracted, and then took out the phone and pressed the answer button:

"Hello, I'm Schumann!"

"Officer Shu, I am Jiang Wenhao, the younger brother of Jiang Wenyue, who committed suicide in the night bar a few days ago, do you remember me?"

Jiang Wenhao?

Schumann was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head sideways and glanced at Jiang Yan:

"I remember you, how do you have my phone? What's the matter with me? ”

"I just called the police station, your colleague told me!" There was a pause: "Officer Shu, where are you, I found some clues about my sister's death and want to talk to you face to face!" ”

"What clues?"

Almost subconsciously, Schumann asked, and Jiang Wenhao's voice sounded a little excited, but it was calm:

"It's complicated, let's meet!"

Schumann thought for a moment:

"Okay, actually, I happened to be looking for you, where are you?"

"I'm ......"

"Bang-"

Before Jiang Wenhao could finish his sentence, a loud sound suddenly sounded on the other side of the phone, Schumann jumped his temples, his intuition was not good, and he hurriedly shouted at the phone:

"Jiang Wenhao? Jiang Wenhao? ”

Unfortunately, there was no response on the other end of the phone.

Schumann's hand holding the phone was already clenched tightly, because the bones between his fingers had turned white because he was too hard. She turned her head sideways and looked at Jiang Yan, feeling that the air around her seemed to be cold at this moment, almost wanting to freeze people.

"What's going on?"

"Jiang Wenhao seems to have an accident!"

Schumann's voice was low, he couldn't hear any emotion, Jiang Yan's face was also very solemn, and after hearing Schumann's words, a pair of sword eyebrows that flew into the sideburns were suddenly knotted together.

However, before Schumann could open his mouth to ask the next question, he had already put the brakes on the brakes and stopped the car in the middle of the road.

Schumann was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look ahead, only to find that there was a traffic jam ahead, many cars were parked in place, and some car owners had even walked down the door.

"There's an accident ahead!"

Jiang Yan spoke calmly, but Schumann was in no mood to check what accident at this time, Jiang Wenhao didn't know what was going on now, she was so anxious that she couldn't wait for a minute.

But with the current situation, it is impossible to continue driving.

In the next second, Schumann had already made his choice.

She opened the car door and walked straight down, Jiang Yan saw this, and hurriedly unbuckled her seat belt and followed. The two of them followed the crowd through the gaps in the vehicles until they came to the front—

Next to the fence on the side of the road, a large truck with a back-trailer has flipped on its side, lying there quietly, and the ground around it is full of scattered cardboard boxes, which look like they should have been on the truck.

In front of the right side of the big truck, a black car has been squeezed to the point of deformation, and the body is emitting thick white smoke, steaming upwards, and soon bursting into the sky and disappearing.

Schumann ran briskly, followed by someone next to him.

"Jiang Yan, go see how the driver of the big truck is, find a way to rescue people first!"

"Hmm!"

Jiang Yan replied in a low voice and turned around to check the situation of the big truck, while Schumann squatted down and shouted loudly into the car, while trying to pull the door:

"Can you hear me?"

The degree of damage to the car was severe, the cab had been seriously deformed, and the driver was still in the car.

But even so, she still held on to a glimmer of hope.

The deceased's head was pressed into the car, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but he stretched out his hand outside the car window, but he was clutching his mobile phone tightly, and he didn't get a response.

It's just that her eyes inadvertently moved, and it just landed on the screen where the phone was still on, and just one glance made the blood all over her body coagulate.

Because on it, there are three words written vividly-

Officer Shu!

"Hey, 120, we're ...... here"

"Tsk, that's scary!"

"What's going on?"

"I was not far behind that sedan just now, the big trailer was fine before, and suddenly it seemed to be enchanted Yes, I drove towards him, I was frightened, fortunately it was far away, hurry up and avoid it, otherwise I will suffer with it now!"

Someone began to call the police and call an ambulance, and some people discussed, Schumann's eyes had been staring at the mobile phone, she had almost no way of imagining that the person who was still talking to her a few minutes ago and asking her to meet was ......

Jiang Yan walked over, and he didn't know that the person lying in the car at this time was Jiang Wenhao.

"It has been checked, the driver has not responded, the damage to the cab is also somewhat serious, there is no way to rescue people, and now I can only wait for the police to come and deal with it.

What should we do now, Jiang Wenhao just said that he ...... What happened to you? ”

Jiang Yan finally sensed that Schumann's reaction was not quite right.

Schumann didn't answer immediately, but turned his head and looked straight at Jiang Yan. A pair of dark eyes seemed to be filled with frost.

Jiang Yan's eyebrows furrowed, and his tone became a little heavier:

"Schumann, what's wrong with you?"

Schumann paused:

"You don't have to go to Jiang Wenhao!"

“…… What do you mean? ”

Schumann closed his mouth, turned his head, and looked at the black sedan beside him.

Jiang Yan followed her line of sight, and saw that in the white smoke of the car, at this time, there was an arm that was soaked in blood and became a little hideous sticking out of the window, and on that hand, a mobile phone was lying calmly.

……

In the office of the criminal police team of the city bureau, Schumann sat behind his desk, with a gloomy face that seemed to be dripping water, and the whole office was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

Jiang Yan sat across from her and didn't speak.

In the entire criminal police team, except for Li Dabao, no one else knew Jiang Yan's identity, so the task of serving tea and pouring water for the "guests" naturally fell on his head.

"Mr. Jiang, come on, come on, drink some water!"

Li Dabao walked over and put the paper cup in front of Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan looked up:

"Thank you!"

"Hey, you're welcome!"

As he spoke, he lowered his voice again and leaned in front of Jiang Yan:

"What are you doing this morning and noon, why did our boss become like this when you come back?"

When Jiang Yan heard this, he just hooked his lips with a little bitterness, shook his head but did not respond.

What did you do?

Originally, he was going to see Jiang Wenhao, but he didn't expect him to have a car accident, and then the two of them went to the hospital together, confirmed that the person was dead, and helped notify the family.

Leaving the hospital, the two went to the traffic police accident brigade again, and the conclusion given through the traffic police investigation was that the accident was caused by the truck driver's drunk driving, and the truck driver had also died on the spot.

On the surface, it sounded like an accident.

But why is it so coincidental, just when Jiang Wenhao said that he had found the clues?

Jiang Wenyue, Fu Jiawei, Jiang Wenhao, these three cases, two suicides, one accident, seem to have no connection, but Schumann and Jiang Yan both know that all this is too much of a coincidence.

Three days, three cases, occurred in different places, but they were inexplicably penetrated by an invisible thread.

Li Dabao saw that Jiang Yan didn't mean to answer, so he could only smile awkwardly and turn around and leave. It's just that as soon as he returned to his position, he was caught by Wu Wei and Lin Ke and asked:

"Who? Who is it? ”

"If you want to know, go ask the boss yourself!"

Li Dabao finally raised his eyebrows in front of people, and of course he would not let go of this opportunity.

When everyone saw his dragging, they immediately dispersed with a lot of face.

I just don't know, their boss finally brought a good-looking, good-temperamental, and money-looking "family member" over, how did he look like a murder from the moment he entered the door?