The moment she saw Zhu Xiaohua, her eyes widened, and her whole body trembled: "Zhu Xiaohua, why are you here, you are not dead?" ”

"Big sister, we've been deceived." The yellow-haired arsonist explained, "It was Old Brother Qiao who burned to death on the ground. ”

Li Shufen's eyes looked at the corpse on the ground again, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly: "...... Old Joe ...... Old Joe"

She broke free from the escort of the police officers, threw herself directly to Lao Qiao's side, and knelt on the ground with a "plop".

"Brother Qiao, is it really you?"

Li Shufen's voice trembled a little, "Why did you come here?" Why are you here at this time? ”

Then as if she had realized something, she pounced on Zhu Xiaohua: "Zhu Xiaohua, it's all your ......"

Before she could reach Zhu Xiaohua's side, she was kicked to the ground by two police officers, and she fell to the street.

The rush to the street came so fast that she didn't have time to get up before she was grabbed and her hands were flattened behind her back.

Zhu Xiaohua said: "Li Shufen, you killed Lao Qiao with your own hands. ”

Li Shufen stared at Zhu Xiaohua viciously: "Old Qiao always stops me from destroying your popsicle career. But that's obviously our old Qiao's family, why did it become yours?

"I was worried that he would give you a tip-off, so this time I bypassed him and directly set fire to your popsicle wholesale center......"

Seeing the popsicle wholesale center turn to ashes, she was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

Zhu Xiaohua continued to add: "It's just that you didn't expect that Lao Qiao stopped you again. Completely stop it. ”

Li Shufen was poked at the center, revealing a look full of grief: "Why? Why is Zhu Xiaohua still alive? God doesn't open his eyes. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, a piece of black tape reached over, gagged her mouth, and blindfolded her again.

The police officer at the head said: "This woman is so crazy, blindfold her eyes and mouth and tell her to be quiet for a while." ”

Li Shufen still wanted to resist, kicked her hands and feet, and finally was punched twice in the stomach, and finally became honest.

The police officer shook hands with Zhu Xiaohua and said goodbye: "We said that we received an anonymous letter and caught two criminals who set fires, but we didn't expect that there would be a bigger commander behind us." Thank you so much for your help in solving the case quickly. ”

Zhu Xiaohua said: "It is the duty of every citizen to eliminate harm for the people, and I am also a victim. ”

The police officer nodded: "At this special time, these people will inevitably be publicly executed." Now you can rest assured that no one will be sabotage. ”

Zhu Xiaohua thanked him, and then watched them escort Li Shufen and the others away.

The officers also got on the bus, and seven or eight police cars sped away with the sound of their horns, and the train station soon returned to quiet.

Jia Liang said: "Old Qiao's revenge has also been avenged, where are we going next?" ”

Zhu Xiaohua started the motorcycle, increased the throttle, "buzzed" twice, and said, "We should also go back to Los Angeles to find my younger brothers and sisters." ”

He put all the broken banknotes and seagull cameras into a backpack, carried them on his back, patted his bags, and said: "I have been in Lucheng for so long, so much wealth, and in the end, there is only so much left." ”

A Honda motorcycle, a Seagull camera, and a thousand dollars are all his current belongings.

Jia Liang also felt a little regretful: "I didn't expect to make so much money, and in the end, there was only so much left." If you know it early, you should spend more. ”

Zhu Xiaohua decided to ride a motorcycle back to Los Angeles.

He took Jia Liang around, circled around the railway station square, took a look at the wholesale center, and rode west.

The two traveled through most of the city, and finally rode onto the 030 National Highway.

When riding on the 030 National Highway, the sky was already bright, and Zhu Xiaohua parked the car on a high ground on the side of the road to rest.

At the foot of the east side is the entire Lucheng city. The rows of houses in the city are lined up.

There were not many high-rise buildings in this era, and standing next to the national highway, the two of them could clearly see the eight-storey China Hotel.

Thinking that when the two first came to Lucheng, they went there to participate in the singing competition, and they both thought it was funny.

As the sun rose over the horizon in the east, Jia Liang suddenly asked, "What exactly is written in your anonymous letter, and why did the police officers catch these two arsonists when they saw the anonymous letter?" ”

Zhu Xiaohua said: "The anonymous letter said that two people with gasoline barrels in their hands ran into Lao Qiao's house after setting a fire at the train station. ”

Zhu Xiaohua was not 100% sure that the two went to Lao Qiao's house, so he chose to call the police by anonymous letter.

First, it can provide clues to the police.

Second, the murderer can relax his vigilance, thinking that he Zhu Xiaohua is still in the dark.

The two stood on the side of the national highway for about half an hour, and when the sun rose, they got on their motorcycles and continued on their way.

Thinking that his younger brother and sister were still missing, Zhu Xiaohua was suddenly worried.

It is about 120 kilometers from Los Angeles to Lucheng, and it takes four hours by green train and about two or three hours by motorcycle.

Motorcycles are speeding on the concrete road, with very few vehicles along the way, and occasionally one or two small cars passing by, which is definitely a visitor from outside the world, attracting everyone's attention.

Jia Liang sat in the car, supporting the back seat with one hand, and firmly grasping Zhu Xiaohua's canvas satchel with the other, for fear that it would be turned upside down.

As soon as the two of them rode out of twenty or thirty kilometers, Jia Liang shouted: "No, I am dizzy on a motorcycle." ”

Zhu Xiaohua slowed down and sat down to rest as he passed a village along the way.

On the side of the road at the entrance of the village, there is a breakfast stall selling fried dough sticks and tofu brain.

Zhu Xiaohua parked the motorcycle in front of the stall, asked for two servings of tofu brain and fritters, and ate a plate of pickles.

The paving owner looked at the brand-new, oily motorcycle, his eyes couldn't help but glance again and again, and asked, "This imported motorcycle is not cheap, right?" ”

Zhu Xiaohua nodded: "Japan's imported cars, Honda 125, 8,005." ”

The boss's eyes widened in surprise, eight thousand five hundred, an unimaginable number for him.

The owner of the breakfast stall said, "Ah, then you are a proper 10,000 yuan household." ”

At this time, several more cyclists passed by.

One of them looked at the new motorcycle, didn't pay attention to the road under his feet, and rode into the gutter by the side of the road with a "bang".

Everyone turned around, only to see that after the man fell into the gutter, the man was getting down, the car was on top, and the rear wheel of the bicycle was still spinning.

Someone laughed: "Just now a person was riding a bicycle, and now he has become a bicycle rider!" ”

Several of his companions hurriedly got out of the car and pulled the man up from the gutter.

The man patted the mud all over his body, climbed up in a huff, and parked the bicycle next to Zhu Xiaohua's motorcycle.

When he stopped, he deliberately used a lot of force to splash the mud on the bike onto the motorcycle.

Seeing that the person at the breakfast stall was still laughing, the man took advantage of the situation and rubbed the mud on his hand on the motorcycle.