"Wang Haizhu had a car accident———

"Bump - Ding Ding Ding - Bang la ——-"

The silver tin bucket was thrown to the ground by the man who was washing the car, and the blood-red water meandered down the bucket, and the curved river flowed down the slope.

Car, red, midnight car wash, car accident, distance.

Several thoughts flashed through the policeman's mind, and the policeman, who had reasonable speculation and doubts, immediately rushed into the courtyard and pulled the man on the ground up.

"Car accident! Oh my god – how can you get into a car accident! Da Chun'er, hurry up, let's go to the hospital. ”

Before the old lady who opened the door could react, the police had already rushed into the courtyard and controlled Da Chun'er.

"This, this, this—what is this for! What are you doing with my son? Da Chun'er, you speak! ”

The old lady stamped her feet, her hands unconsciously slapping her thighs, and her eyes looked anxiously at the other side.

"Your car just came back?"

"Captain, the recorder has been dismantled."

A comrade police officer who had already opened the car door for inspection got out of the car and shouted: "The card inside is gone." ”

All the evidence is pointing to the unthinkable fact, the man named Da Chun'er has sore limbs and a buzzing brain.

"My dad - how can it be my dad - how can it be my dad!"

"Ahh I'm a brute! ”

The man collapsed.

The two police comrades who were holding Da Chun'er were holding their arms at the same time, lifting the man who was lost and crying.

The complexity in my heart is no less than that of Da Chun'er.

"What do you mean? Da Chun'er, explain it to me, what do you mean! Didn't you say you hit a wild dog! What do you mean! ”

The old lady's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes stared at her son.

"You speak!"

The old lady finally rushed over without holding back, grabbed Da Chun'er's shoulders with both hands, and shook it vigorously.

"You speak! What do you mean! ”

"Mom———I'm sorry—"

With a word of excuse for apparatus, the old lady closed her eyes and lay back straight, seeing that her head was about to hit the hard concrete floor.

"Life is up to oneself, and happiness is self-seeking."

Feng Yin caught the old lady, and the silver needle was immediately tied to the old lady.

"Cerebral hemorrhage, go to the hospital, can't delay."

It's a mess!

The police comrades were divided into two roads, two comrades stayed to guard the scene of cleaning up the crime vehicle, and two comrades took Da Chun'er.

A traffic policeman drove the road, and another traffic police comrade drove a small truck with Feng Yin, and Feng Yin stabilized the old lady in the trunk.

Three cars sped off to the hospital.

The mobile phone in the live broadcast room is still hanging on the placket of Feng Yin's clothes, and there is only a sigh left at this time.

[Therefore, Da Chun'er didn't know that he hit his father with his car, and he chose to hit and run. 】

[My God, there is a sense of fate, a cycle of cause and effect. 】

[Before, the police said that the old man went to pick up nails. 】

[The bitter fruit you planted is eaten by yourself after all. 】

In the early hours of the morning, I went all the way to the hospital.

The old lady was sent to the rescue room, and the old man was not out of danger, and Da Chun'er, who was handcuffed, sat on the cold ground outside the operating room, crying.

"It's all my fault—it's my fault—"

"I asked my dad to scatter nails, and I just want to make more money-"

"He didn't want to go, he said it was a lack of morality, and I forced him to go! I'm not human! I'm not human! (End of chapter)