Late at night, a funeral parlor car was parked in front of the Patrol Bureau.

As soon as Ling Feng entered the Patrol Bureau, he saw a group of people pushing a stretcher out of the interrogation room. Liu Zhiming was lying on a stretcher, his eyes closed, and his body was stiff.

Ling Feng grabbed one of the patrols, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

The patrol said anxiously: "Liu ...... Liu Zhiming is dead!"

"What?" Ling Feng was shocked, "How could he die?"

He looked at Liu Zhiming's corpse, there were traces of white foam hanging from the corners of his mouth, and it looked like he had died of some kind of sudden illness.

"You notify Liu Zhiming's family first, and I will take Liu Zhiming's body to the funeral home with the car outside. ”

"Yes, Team Ling!"

The patrolmen pushed the stretcher into the back compartment, and Ling Feng sat in the passenger seat. Looking at the driver beside him, Ling Feng was slightly surprised, it was actually a white-haired old man, who looked to be seventy or eighty years old. How could a funeral home hire an old lady to be a driver?

Lady Wang was wearing a mask, glanced at Ling Feng lightly, and said, "No one is willing to drive this car that transports corpses, so I, a bad old woman, will come to act as a driver." ”

For safety reasons, Ling Feng decided to be the driver himself: "Old woman, let me drive." ”

Goddess Wang glanced at Ling Feng's leg and said, "I saw you limping just now, since your leg is injured, don't be reckless." Don't worry, my wife and I have been driving for decades, and my driving skills are very stable. ”

Unexpectedly, this old woman found out that she had an injury on her leg, and since this was the case, Ling Feng no longer insisted on it.

In addition to him, there were two colleagues from the bureau guarding the back compartment, this Liu Zhiming died violently in their patrol bureau, and afterwards, his family would definitely come to make trouble.

Ling Feng was thinking about how to appease Liu Zhiming's family next.

The car started slowly and drove in the direction of the funeral home. The funeral parlor is on the outskirts of the city, more than 20 kilometers away from the city.

There were few people and cars at night, and within half an hour, the car drove to the outskirts of the city. The road was lined with dead grass and graves on both sides, and the car turned into a gravel lane on the side of the road.

Ling Feng wondered, "This is not the way to the funeral home. ”

The corners of Mrs. Wang's lips lifted and she said with a smile: "Young man, all roads lead to Rome, and there is more than one way to the funeral home. ”

Ling Feng was suspicious of Divine Woman Wang, after all, Liu Zhiming had a special identity, he was the president of the Liu Group, his family was big, he was powerful, if he used some tricks to escape for his life, it was not impossible.

Ling Feng took out his mobile phone, turned on the GPS positioning, clicked on the mobile phone map, and began to navigate.

The map shows that the road does lead to the funeral home and is a shortcut. It's just that the road is not easy to walk.

Seeing Ling Feng's cautiousness, Divine Woman Wang couldn't help but smile again: "Young man, are you afraid that I will eat you, old woman? ”

Ling Feng smiled awkwardly: "Mother-in-law, don't think about it, I've never walked this road, so I searched the map." ”

Even though he said this, Ling Feng still maintained a vigilant heart. Although the driver is a helpless old woman, this road is very likely to be full of dangers.

"Bang!"

The car suddenly jolted violently, the body lost control, the front of the car turned left and right, and almost hit a boulder on the side of the road. Wang Shenpo killed the steering wheel, and finally let the car stop.

Mrs. Wang said helplessly: "The luck is not good, it is estimated that the tire has burst." ”

Ling Feng and the two patrolmen in the back compartment got out of the car, and the three of them walked around the car, one of the patrolmen raised his foot and kicked the left rear wheel, muttering: "Strange, this wheel didn't have a flat tire, why did the car suddenly break down?"

Ling Feng looked at the wheels and suddenly thought of something. Just when he realized the danger, the car had already started!

Wang Shenpo hung up the reverse gear, stepped on the accelerator sharply, and the car retreated.

Ling Feng shouted, "Be careful!"

He quickly pulled away a colleague, but alas, he couldn't pull away from another colleague.

Ling Feng watched as his other colleague was tragically crushed to death under the wheel of Divine Woman Wang.

"Uhhhh

"Stop!" Ling Feng and his colleague quickly pulled out their matching guns and fired a few shots at the body.

In the darkness of the night, they chased the car with guns, but unfortunately, the other party was extremely fast and quickly pulled a long distance with them.

Ling Feng and the patrol did not continue to chase, they ran back to their original places, squatting in front of their colleague's corpse and crying: "Ah Wu! Ah Wu!"

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The next day, the news of Liu Zhiming's abduction caused a stir in the city. No one would go to great lengths to rob a corpse, and the inspectors suspected that Liu Zhiming had faked his death. The driver of the funeral car is Liu Zhiming's accomplice!

Liu Zhiming and Wang Shenpo have become wanted criminals across the country, and their news is being reported on TV and on the Internet.

Last night, Ling Feng and the others didn't take a photo of Goddess Wang, nor did they see Goddess Wang's face. Therefore, they could only paint a portrait of the goddess Wang instead of her picture.

Xiao Zhuo saw the overwhelming news on the Internet, and his expression became more and more solemn. What he feared most was finally happening. Liu Zhiming was robbed by the Wang Shenpo!

Xiao Zhuo dialed Ling Feng's phone, and the phone rang for a long time before the other party picked it up.

"Xiao Zhuo, what's wrong?" Ling Feng's voice was heavy.

Xiao Zhuo: "I know the bad old woman who robbed Liu Zhiming. Tonight, go out for supper, and I'll give you something. ”

Ling Feng: "Okay. ”

At night, Xiao Zhuo ordered a bunch of skewers at the supper stall, and Ling Feng was an hour late.

Ling Feng limped over, and Xiao Zhuo saw that although his leg had not fully recovered, his movements were much easier than before.

"Brother Ling, sit. Xiao Zhuo pulled a stool for Ling Feng.

Ling Feng said apologetically, "I'm sorry, there are a lot of things in the bureau tonight, so I'm late." ”

Xiao Zhuo asked warmly, "Brother Ling, how is your leg?"

Ling Feng: "Thanks to my brother, my legs are much better." ”

Since Ling Yi personally treated his leg, his recovery speed has indeed been much faster.

Xiao Zhuo: "Well, I wish you a speedy recovery. ”

"Thank you. Ling Feng's face was very bad, and there was still a little sadness on his face.

Xiao Zhuo asked, "Brother Ling, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Feng let out a long sigh: "You read the news, Liu Zhiming was kidnapped, and one of our brothers died." ”

"Brother Ling, the festival mourns and changes. With that, Xiao Zhuo handed a scroll of portraits to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng spread out the portrait and saw that it was the female driver who took Liu Zhiming away last night!

Last night, the old woman was wearing a mask, so Ling Feng couldn't draw her whole face. Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhuo actually drew the front and side photos of the old woman, which were vivid and no different from real people.

"Xiao Zhuo, you really painted like you. Ling Feng praised.

Xiao Zhuo: "It's not like, that old woman, she looks like this." ”

Ling Feng put away the portrait and wondered, "How do you know this old woman?"

Xiao Zhuo took a bite of the barbecue and said vaguely: "This old woman is the culprit who scared your colleagues to death in the wasteland on the outskirts of the city before." ”