The solar system is broken

"So, what do you know?" Huo Shan was as calm as if nothing happened.

"In the Garden Community in District 12, there was a black LAC car at the door. It drove around for nearly 50 hours." Yimeng tilted his head and looked at his comrade coldly.

"How do you know all this?"

Yimeng's lips curled up, "You're too careless."

I took four porcelain cups from the table and placed them in a "pin" shape.

The last porcelain cup was turned over and placed upside down on the right side of the character, "This is a garden community, and these three standing cups are the ways out."

"Then what?"

Yimeng sneered, "It's very simple, you violated traffic regulations!"

Traffic rules?

"You went clockwise!"

Huo Shan was stunned.

On cold nights, few people travel, and sometimes there are no cars on the streets.

There are no traffic lights on a roundabout like this. Huo Shan relied on this inertia of thinking and naturally thought that he was in the left lane.

Then Yimeng, who was taking illegal photos, accidentally discovered this illegal car.

I checked the car owner's information and found that it was a car from out of town, but this car was an accident car. It was involved in a car accident in District 11 two days ago, so it should still be in the scrapped auto repair shop.

Yimeng basically concluded that this was a fake car.

This is amazing. Yimeng checked the surveillance of the entire Huayuan Community and found this car under the building of a B&B.

To say that this was nothing, it would be considered illegal if it went up to the sky, but Yimeng discovered something unusual.

No one got out of the car, ever.

I fast forwarded ten times and no one came down.

Yimeng endured the pain in his eyes and searched for the truth at high speed for nearly ten hours.

(This is why Yimeng had just woken up when Huo Shan called.)

Just when Yimeng was about to lose his patience, the writer was pushed down the stairs by a woman.

Not long after, a man in pure black got out of a black LAC sedan, with his peaked cap pulled down low and wearing a mask.

He left immediately following the direction of the writer, and the car had no intention of moving again.

This is not simple.

Staying in a car without any equipment running in sub-zero temperatures for 50 hours is not something that ordinary people can do.

Unless this person has received professional training, such as a soldier!

"How are you sure it's me?"

It's still possible to be a spy or something like that, or an enemy or something.

"Actually, you also let slip some time ago, and you were in the hospital."

Huo Shan's pupils shrank. He gently put his hand on his waist, where there was a small bulge.

"Don't be nervous. I didn't notice what you were doing. I just heard someone asking for the woman's ward number."

That day Yimeng said goodbye to Chuanyuan and went to smoke outside the hospital. On the way, he met a young nurse who muttered, "Who are they?" and asked for the patient's private information.

Yimeng noticed that the direction the little nurse was walking towards was the right corner of the third floor, heading towards Jiang Che's ward area.

It was nothing originally.

It wasn't until he came back that he noticed that there was only one bed in the critical area where Jiang Che was being rescued.

He immediately concluded that someone was questioning Jiang Che, which was why Yimeng specifically mentioned that someone was checking him when he sent a message to the writer.

"It's just that I'm not sure it's you, but from the exchange just now, I'm sure."

Without enough evidence, Yimeng automatically made up his mind and used a deceptive method to directly defraud Huo Shan.

"You know how the Space Force does things!" Huo Shan's eyes were cold and he did not hide his murderous intent. "Just get rid of those who stand in the way!"

Yimeng nodded, "I know, but..."

Smile, press the lid of the wine bottle, and slowly pour a stream of wine syrup into the wine glass.

"Crime is like charming alcohol. Once you know how fun it is, there is no way to stop it, and I..." Taking a sip, the strong liquor made his facial muscles slightly distorted, and his eyes unconsciously bent into a

Crescent moon.

"And I'm as obsessed with destroying this crime as I am with committing it."

Huo Shan stared at this classmate carefully. His arm muscles were relaxed and his legs were raised under the table. He looked completely careless. This was not a fighting posture.

if...

A dangerous idea was born in his mind.

Kill and silence.

"Don't even think about killing me~" sneered, "I'm still confident if I change my life from immortal to immortal."

As students in the same period, they all know their classmates very well.

"Give me a reason not to kill you," Huo Shan took his hand out of his clothes, and a small iron pipe appeared and disappeared in the room.

It's a gun, probably a special type of assassination pistol.

At this moment, it is staring at a living life, ready to fire bullets that betray friendship and end everything.

China's level of banning guns is rare in the world, but it is not difficult to achieve a truly perfect shot. After all, there are too many calculations and unintentional calculations.

"No," Huo Shan put his wine glass on the table and spread his hands, "but you can't kill me."

"Now that I have concluded that you are suspected of sabotaging my actions, I can choose extreme measures."

Space madmen are unreasonable.

"At your level, the projects you undertake must be amazing," Yimeng Xin picked up a pair of chopsticks and held them in his hands.

In fact, the barrel of a gadget like the one in Huo Shan's hand is too short to hit anyone at all.

If a bullet misses, it basically means hand-to-hand combat.

If a pair of chopsticks is strong enough and at the right angle, it can kill someone in an instant.

Of course, if he shoots accurately, it won't matter.

"Stop the plan, how terrible do you think it would be?" Huo Shan kicked his feet and slid back with his chair.

Huo Shan continued to remain silent. In fact, he was very confused.

"But there's no need to think so. I'm actually not interested in your affairs! I'll keep it a secret for you."

Keep it secret? Huo Shan looked at his friend's neck, his fingers already hanging on the activation button.

The dead are definitely the safest.

"Kill me and the police will intervene, and you will also be exposed."

This is natural, and it is also the main reason for Huo Shan's hesitation.

"How can I trust you so that you won't leak secrets?"

"No!"

"Kid! I have no obligation to appreciate your humor."

"But it's true."

...

...

The night is hazy, like a deep curtain, but there is no way for people to lift up the curtain and see through it completely.

So deep ~ this beautiful and gorgeous night.

It is a soul-stirring song.

Bang~It’s raining.

Water droplets fell from the infinite distance and hit this neon phantom human city.

A black car passed quickly in front of the hot pot city, raising a curtain of water and splashing all over the pedestrians with a splash.

There are countless little dots on the white clothes, but it's a pity that they are not works of art worth hundreds of millions.

The young man cursed and started to focus on his parents.

A young man in a wheelchair wiped the water from his face and suddenly stopped silently.

The girl who was holding the umbrella for the young man jumped up and landed on the young man's wheelchair.

"You seem to be absent-minded~" the young man in the wheelchair said calmly.

"I...I..." The girl suddenly blushed for some reason.

If these two people were not the writer and Kawahara, who else could they be.

The writer's forced kiss did not result in seven or eight slaps, but an assistant who became increasingly stupid.

"Where are we going?" the writer said with a long face.

"Where..." Chuan Yuan stretched out his hand and touched his lips out of nowhere, and his face turned even redder.

Go to the Furniture City, this is almost pushed to the port area, what is Chuanyuan doing?

"The Furniture City is behind the Hotpot City..." The writer was speechless.

"Behind..." His eyes were dull, as if he had been taken away.

I lost it!

The writer wheeled his wheelchair alone into the rain.

"Hey~" Kawa Yuan was shocked and quickly caught up with him holding an umbrella.

"..."

After walking a few steps, Kawahara asked a question in a voice as soft as a mosquito's, "Is there any girl who is important to you?"

"Is it important?" The writer turned his wheelchair vigorously.

"It's that kind of..." I couldn't hear it.

The writer glanced sideways and saw that this woman was full of lustful thoughts.

"There were three women who appeared in the first half of my life who were willing to give their lives for me."

"?Really?" Chuan Yuan looked lonely.

"The first one was when I was in elementary school. She was willing to die for our love. She said, 'If you chase me again, I will die for you.'"

"The second one was when she was in middle school. She was willing to wait for the next life for me. She said, 'You want to be my boyfriend in the next life.'"

"The third one is when my career was at a low point, she was willing to live and die with me when I was in poverty. She said, 'If you don't pay me back, I will die with you.'"

"There are also some girls who are often willing to change for me. The most common thing they say is, 'Whatever you like about me, I will change.'"

Chuan Yuan's mouth twitched, this is truly an unparalleled love.

"After asking, let's go~"

The wheelchair moved forward crookedly.

The corner of Chuan Yuan's mouth curled up, he was happy, and he didn't know what kind of brain circuit she had.