Chapter 1150: Murder

The moon is dark.

The wind is high.

A lonely lamp casts a slanted shadow.

A pot of hot pot.

Wei Shiyan was busy greeting Jiang Yuan and the others to take their seats, his face full of smiles as he said: "Officer Dai said that Team Leader Jiang likes to eat hot pot, so he asked me to arrange the best hot pot restaurant in our Lanyue City. I said, how good can our best hot pot restaurant be? Officer Dai said it's a chef from Sichuan with many years of experience. I said, that's not good enough either. If a chef leaves the strongest frontline position, their hands will get rusty. If you want one, you want the strongest chef currently on the very front line!"

Everyone at the table was a member of the cold case task force. Wu Junhao couldn't help but look up at Wei Shiyan: "Little Wei is capable, huh? He can fast-forward to bootlicking in three sentences."

"I've heard it too much since I was a child, so I learned it." Wei Shiyan showed a humble expression.

Wu Junhao could only give a thumbs up.

Wei Shiyan is a very low-key second-generation. He never takes the initiative to show off his family background. Except for not loving work, not wanting to accept unspoken rules, and not being bullied, his attitude is usually quite casual, and he gives people a good feeling. It's just that between the lines, he always makes people who know the "secret" easily discover his secret.

He didn't hide this secret well either.

If Wei Shiyan were an undercover agent, he should have been sent to dig a well to eat on the second day he arrived. But the reality is, Shen Yaowei is still digging for evidence, and Wei Shiyan has already flown to another place.

Jiang Yuan also looked at the hot pot with a full face of smiles. Eating meat stewed by his father at home, and being away from home, he didn't have such conditions, so hot pot paired with Jiangfuzhen-selected beef was the best.

Wang Chuanxing helped Jiang Yuan mix the dipping sauce, then said: "Little Wei's bootlicking isn't finished yet. Continue, did you go to Sichuan to find the chef?"

"It's the head chef of my favorite hot pot restaurant in Chengdu, Head Chef Ma. By rights, I should have brought him to meet you, but forget it. This Head Chef Ma looks a bit ugly, not suitable for meeting in a restaurant." Every sentence Wei Shiyan said carried a little story, which made everyone feel it was very interesting.

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

"Just a poor family background, grew up in oily smoke since childhood, then thin and small, with a face full of pockmarks. But the hot pot base he fries is really delicious. You'll know after you taste it in a while. It's very delicious, perfectly embodying the taste of hot pot." Wei Shiyan said with a very serious look.

Wu Junhao laughed when he heard this: "When people talk about hot pot, they all say Chongqing hot pot. Yours is Chengdu's."

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

Changyang City.

Lixin Industrial Park.

This place is more than 50 kilometers away from the city center. Looking from afar, it is a desolate color; looking closely, it is also a desolate place. In fact, it is a desolate place.

However, there are quite a few construction vehicles going in and out.

The construction of the industrial park is not like a city; it is spread out. Although vehicles are constantly going back and forth, you basically can't see people gathered in groups, which makes the industrial attributes of the industrial park look even more industrial.

Outside the east gate of the industrial park, a muck truck was parked far away. There was a flickering fire inside the vehicle, looking like a driver taking a break and parking temporarily.

The security guards at the entrance of the industrial park could see the muck truck over there, but they didn't give it the slightest attention.

It was already so late, everyone was out working overtime, and no one wanted to do any extra work.

1:00 AM.

A car drove quickly from afar, and the bright headlights made the security guards at the entrance of the industrial park perk up.

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

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

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

Having guarded for several hours, he was also a bit tired at this time. Even if he was doing a job that would cost him his head, Ren Kuangshan had an urge to finish it quickly.

Of course, the task this time actually only required such a moment of determination.

Ren Kuangshan stepped on the accelerator lightly, not letting the muck truck make too strange a roaring sound.

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

This wasn't his first time hitting someone with a car, but the two times before this, they were real accidents. At the very least, he, who had specialized in driving trucks to pull steel coils, had to grip the steering wheel and hit it decisively in order to save his own life.

And this time...

It was purely for money!

No, there was also a part of it that was revenge on society!

Why did I get cancer!

Ren Kuangshan's eyes were fixed on the Audi car in front, and his foot on the accelerator went deeper and deeper.

He had been diagnosed with stomach cancer for almost a year. The doctor said it was early stage, and his family said it was early stage, and it would be fine if it was cut out. But Ren Kuangshan asked other doctors, and it had to be at least middle stage.

For middle-stage stomach cancer, some can live longer, but not much longer.

There are many truck drivers who get stomach cancer. Ren Kuangshan has seen people live for seven or eight years, five or six years, and some might be gone in two or three years.

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

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

He had too many things he wanted to do but didn't do. Most of them were because he had no money, a small part was because he had no opportunity, and some were things he couldn't do because he couldn't pass the moral hurdle.

However, he was about to die, so what morality could control him?

Hit one more person, take the money and leave, and he would have a few more years to live freely, do some things he couldn't do before because he had no money, and do some things he couldn't do before when he had morality. In this way, the hard-earned money he had saved over the years could also be left to his family.

He asked a lawyer on the Internet, even if he broke the law, his labor income was still his own. 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 carefully maintained muck truck made a huge roaring sound, running towards the gate of the industrial park at a very high speed.

Ren Kuangshan's hands steadily controlled the direction of the car. Driving a big car is also a physical job. In a few years, he probably wouldn't be able to hold the steering wheel, at least not this steadily.

Therefore, hitting someone now is the most suitable time for him.

Until the headlights of the muck truck swept over, the security guards in front of the industrial park were surprised.

They watched muck trucks go in and out every day and never felt there was any problem, but the speed of the muck truck in front of them was so fast that there was no sign of braking at all.

And the Audi car that had just driven to the front of the industrial park had just slowed down and stopped, waiting for the security guards in the park to lift the gate at the entrance. Not only did they not realize the danger was coming, but even when the headlights of the muck truck swept over, they just frowned strangely and annoyedly.

The driver and passengers of the Audi car didn't expect that they would become the target of premeditated murder.

Boom!

The muck truck hit the side front of the Audi car heavily, rolling the car roof. Before the side-flipping small car landed, it had already scattered its parts everywhere.

Even at this time, the experienced Ren Kuangshan didn't step on the brake, but added a little oil.

After hitting a small car with a big car twice, Ren Kuangshan already understood that as long as the body of the big car is strong enough, a small car of only about 2 tons will not pose a threat to a big car with a dead weight of 20 tons or even 40 tons. The only thing that will make the big car flip is the big car itself.

Therefore, as long as you hold the steering wheel steady and don't move it randomly, and don't step on the emergency brake hard, hitting a small car with a big car will be like a high-speed car hitting a motorcycle, bouncing it away, and your own driving will not even be affected.

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

And after the resistance disappeared, the big car was fully capable of driving normally, just like what Ren Kuangshan was doing.

Ren Kuangshan's muck truck, under the dumbfounded eyes of the park security guards, drove out another kilometer, passed a big turn, and then stopped with an emergency brake.

Ren Kuangshan opened the car door and ran down, jumped over the green belt, searched a little, and found the mountain motorcycle he had already placed here.

Riding a mountain motorcycle was his hobby in recent years, which could be considered the most money-burning 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 could have imagined that he would finally use this technology for murder.

Ren Kuangshan lifted his mountain motorcycle, recognized the road a little, and drove down along the dirt road.

It wasn't until he had walked for more than ten minutes that a police car drove over. They were extremely surprised when they found the muck truck, and then immediately set up a cordon on the spot and made a phone call.

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

A large number of police cars, at this time, sounded their sirens and gathered at the muck truck and the Lixin Industrial Park respectively.

Morning.

Jiang Yuan hadn't woken up yet when the phone rang.

"Jiang Yuan. Are you awake?" Yu Wenshu's voice came.

"Awake." What could Jiang Yuan say? He climbed up in one go.

"Can you return to Changyang?" Yu Wenshu said: "Academician Lou of Changyang University has been murdered, and the case is serious."