National Forensic Doctor

The moon is dark.

The wind is high.

The shadow of a solitary lamp is slanting.

A hot pot.

Wei Shijian was busy greeting Jiang Yuan and others to take their seats, and said with a smile on his face: "Dai Zhi said that Captain Jiang likes to eat hot pot, and asked me to arrange the best hot pot restaurant in Lanyue City. I said how good can our best hot pot restaurant be? Dai Zhi said that he is a chef from Sichuan with many years of experience. I said, that won’t work either. The chef has left the strongest front-line position, and he will still be unfamiliar with it. We need the strongest chef who is on the front line!"

The people at the same table are all members of the backlog special team. Wu Junhao couldn't help but look up at Wei Shijian: "Little Wei is good. He can quickly get to the point of flattery in three sentences."

"I have heard it a lot since I was a child, so I can do it." Wei Shijian showed a humble expression.

Wu Junhao could only give a thumbs up.

Wei Shijian is a very low-key second-generation. He never takes the initiative to show off his family background. In addition to not liking to work, not willing to accept unspoken rules, and not being bullied, his attitude is usually more casual, giving people a good impression. It's just that between the lines, people who know the "secret" always find out his secret easily.

He didn't hide this secret well.

If Wei Shijian was an undercover, he should have gone down to the well to eat the next day. But the reality is that Shen Yaowei is still digging for evidence, and Wei Shijian has already flown out of town.

Jiang Yuan looked at the hot pot with a smile on his face. Eating the meat stewed by his father at home, there is no such condition when you go out, and hot pot with Jiangfuzhen's selected beef is the best.

Wang Chuanxing helped Jiang Yuan prepare the condiments, and then said: "Little Wei's flattery is not over yet, continue, did you go to Sichuan to find the chef?"

"It's the chef of my favorite hot pot restaurant in Chengdu, Chef Ma. I should have brought him to you to meet him, but forget it, this Chef Ma is a bit ugly, it's not suitable to meet him in a restaurant." Wei Shixuan's every sentence has a little story, which makes everyone feel very interesting.

Mu Zhiyang asked curiously: "How ugly is he?"

"He is from a poor family, grew up in oil smoke, and was thin and small, with pockmarks all over his face. But the hot pot ingredients he stir-fried are really delicious, you will know after you try it. Very delicious, perfectly reflects the taste of hot pot." Wei Shixuan said it very seriously.

Wu Junhao laughed: "When people talk about hot pot, they all say Chongqing hot pot, yours is from Chengdu."

"What do Chongqing people know about hot pot!" Wei Shixuan sneered.

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Changyang City.

Lixin Industrial Park.

This place is more than 50 kilometers away from the city center. It looks desolate from a distance and it is also a desolate place when you look at it from a close distance. In fact, it is a desolate place.

However, there are many vehicles going in and out for construction.

The construction of the industrial park is not like that of the city. It is very scattered. Although vehicles are constantly coming and going, there are basically no people gathering in groups, which makes the industrial attributes of the industrial park more industrial.

Outside the east gate of the industrial park, a dump truck was parked far away. There were lights and flames in the car, like a driver who was taking a break and stopped temporarily.

The security guards at the gate of the industrial park could see the dump truck here, but they didn't pay any attention to it at all.

It was so late, everyone came out to work overtime, and no one wanted to do more.

One o'clock in the morning.

A car drove quickly from a distance, and the bright lights made the security guards at the gate of the industrial park perk up.

At the same time, Ren Kuangshan's mobile phone, who was sitting in the dump truck in the distance, rang.

"It's this car." On the phone, a dull voice said only one sentence and hung up.

Ren Kuangshan flicked away the cigarette butt without saying a word, closed the window, pulled down the black ski mask on his head, put on sunglasses, and started the car.

After guarding for several hours, he was a little tired at this time. Even if he was doing a life of killing people, Ren Kuangshan had the urge to finish the job quickly.

Of course, this mission actually requires just such a moment of determination.

Ren Kuangshan stepped on the accelerator lightly to prevent the dump truck from making too strange roars.

The speed gradually increased, and Ren Kuangshan's hands tightly gripped the steering wheel and began to sweat slowly.

This was not the first time he had hit someone with his car, but the two times before were real accidents. At least, he used to drive a truck to pull steel coils, and he could only hold the steering wheel tightly and hit it decisively in order to save his life.

And this time...

It was purely for money!

No, part of it was revenge on society!

Why did I get cancer!

Ren Kuangshan's eyes were fixed on the Audi in front of him, and his foot stepped on the accelerator more and more deeply.

He was diagnosed with stomach cancer almost a year ago. The doctor said it was early stage, and his family also said it was early stage, and it would be fine after surgery. But Ren Kuangshan asked another doctor, and he was told that it was at least in the middle stage.

Some people with mid-stage stomach cancer can live longer, but not much longer.

There are many truck drivers with stomach cancer. Ren Kuangshan has seen some live for seven or eight years, five or six years, and some may die in two or three years.

Ren Kuangshan was so scared, so hateful, so angry...

And on the hospital bed after the operation, Ren Kuangshan had more regrets.

He had too many things he wanted to do but didn't do, most of them because he didn't have money, a few because he didn't have the opportunity, and some because he couldn't do it, and he couldn't do it morally.

But he was going to die, what morality could control him?

If he hit another person, took the money and left, he would have a few years to be free and easy, doing things he didn't have money to do before, and doing things he couldn't do when he had morality before. In this way, the hard-earned money he had saved over the years could also be left to his family.

He consulted a lawyer online and learned that even if he broke the law, the income from his work would still be his. Just in case, he also wrote a divorce agreement for his wife.

As for the future, he would live as many years as he could.

Ren Kuangshan stepped heavily on the accelerator, and the well-maintained dump truck roared loudly and rushed towards the gate of the industrial park at a very high speed.

Ren Kuangshan's hand steadily controlled the direction of the car. Driving a large truck is also a physical job. In a few years, he probably won't be able to control the front of the car, at least not so steadily.

So, now is the best time for him to hit someone.

It was not until the headlights of the dump truck swept over that the security guards in front of the industrial park were surprised.

They watched the dump trucks coming in and out every day and never thought there was any problem, but the speed of the dump truck in front of them was so fast that there was no sign of braking.

The Audi, which had just arrived in front of the industrial park, had just slowed down and stopped, waiting for the security guards to lift the gate at the gate. It could not help but not realize the danger was coming, and even when the headlights of the dump truck swept over, it just frowned strangely and boredly.

The driver and passengers of the Audi car did not expect that they would become the targets of deliberate murder.

Boom!

The dump truck hit the front side of the Audi car heavily, rolling the roof, and the small car that was overturned had already scattered its parts before it landed.

Even at this time, the experienced Ren Kuangshan did not step on the brakes, but added a little gas.

After driving a large truck to hit a small car twice, Ren Kuangshan had already understood that as long as the body of the large truck was strong enough, a small car of only about 2 tons would not pose a threat to a large truck weighing 20 tons or even 40 tons. The only thing that could cause the large truck to overturn was the large truck itself.

Therefore, as long as you hold the steering wheel steady and don't step on the brakes hard, when a large car hits a small car, it will be like a high-speed car hitting a motorcycle, and it will be thrown out, and its own driving will not even be affected.

Ren Kuangshan stepped on the accelerator to balance the resistance brought by the small car.

After the resistance disappears, the large car is fully capable of driving normally, just like what Ren Kuangshan is doing.

Ren Kuangshan's muck truck drove another kilometer under the stunned eyes of the park security guards, and stopped with a sudden brake after passing a big bend.

Ren Kuangshan opened the car door and ran out of the car, jumped over the green belt, and after a little search, he found the mountain motorcycle he had already left here.

Riding a mountain motorcycle has been his hobby in recent years, and it is considered the most expensive hobby in his life. This was originally a skill he developed for wild fishing, and wild fishing was originally to save the cost of fishing in black pits.

Who would have thought that he would use this technology for murder in the end.

Ren Kuangshan picked up his mountain bike, got to know the road a little, and drove down the dirt road.

It was not until he had walked for more than ten minutes that a police car drove over. When they found the dump truck, they were very surprised. Then they set up a cordon on the spot and called.

By the time someone started to check the driver's escape route, nearly half an hour had passed since Ren Kuangshan picked up the motorcycle.

A large number of police cars, honking their sirens, gathered in front of the dump truck and Lixin Industrial Park.

…

Morning.

Before Jiang Yuan woke up, the phone rang.

“Jiang Yuan. Are you awake?” Yu Wenshu’s voice came.

“Awake.” What could Jiang Yuan say? He got up.

“Can you go back to Changyang?” Yu Wenshu said, “Academician Lou of Changyang University was murdered. The case is serious.”

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