The world is very big, and there are many stories here. You have to find an answer among thousands of stories, which is more difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.
Lin Chen followed behind Xing Conglian. He originally thought that the other party was so reasonable and walked in a hurry. He was probably in a hurry to find the answer. Unexpectedly, Xing Conglian took him around the parking lot and went straight to the cafeteria of the management center.
After the meal time, the dining hall window was already closed, and in the small supermarket at the door, the cat and the old aunt who was watching the shop were dozing off together, and the lights were not turned on.
Xing Cong went into the small supermarket and walked around, and when he came out, he had two bowls of instant noodles that had just been added with hot water, and they tasted like braised beef.
Lin Chen wanted to help, but Xing Conglian tapped on his pocket with his elbow.
Lin Chen understood, he put his hand into the pocket of the mixed-race youth's long trench coat, and no accident, he found an unopened box of cigarettes.
When people are irritable, their cravings for smoking will indeed increase a lot. So he patiently opened the plastic package, took out one, and stuffed it into Xing Conglian's mouth. Xing Conglian turned around again and asked him to take a lighter in another pocket.
Lin Chen took out the lighter, only to see Xing Conglian lowered his head slightly, and naturally brought the cigarette to his hand.
With a click, the flames lit the cigarette, and in the dim space, the eyes of the mixed-race youth drooped. His eyelashes are a little long, and the eyes covered with long eyelashes are green and clear as water. This is a very common action, and Lin Chen feels that his heartbeat suddenly speeds up.
He retracted his hand and, naturally, put the lighter back in his pocket.
Xing Conglian took a deep breath and was suddenly satisfied.
From the beginning to the end, Xing Conglian didn't speak, he was smoking seriously, and then slowly walked back to the car.
He put down the two bowls of instant noodles, patted the hood and asked, "Can I get on it myself?"
Xing Conglian was driving an off-road vehicle with a high chassis. Lin Chen was speechless. He thought that if I couldn't get up, could you still hold me up? He thought so, supporting the cover with one hand and stepping on the bumper. On, get on the hood.
It wasn't until he was seated that he realized why Xing Conglian chose this place.
The place where the jeep parked is facing the reeds in the sky, and there are egrets in the distance. The sun is warm in the afternoon and the breeze is blowing. He picked up the instant noodles beside him, moved his position, and let Xing Conglian jump up.
The instant noodles were still hot, and when the lid of the bowl was lifted, the heat rushed to his face. Xing Conglian handed over a fork very thoughtfully. The two of them didn't speak, and began to eat their late lunch in silence.
After he really took two bites, Lin Chen realized that he was really too hungry. The spicy soup and flexible noodles entered his stomach, and his tension and fatigue were finally relieved.
"I've known each other for so long, but I still don't know where you are from?" Xing Cong asked suddenly after taking two bites.
The wind was soft and the reeds were green. These words seemed like a commonplace chat.
"My home is in Maolin."
After Lin Chen answered this sentence, he suddenly remembered that the other party actually took out his mobile phone to make a call and waited for a few minutes to know all his information, so Xing Conglian's seemingly casual question was actually trying to tell him that he He has not explored his past through those investigative methods.
Sure enough, after saying this, Xing Conglian continued to eat noodles quietly.
It was only then that Lin Chen noticed that although he only ate a bowl of instant noodles, Xing Conglian had a straight back. Lin Chen suddenly remembered that the teacher said in a joke a long time ago that eating and making love can best tell a person's character, so Lin Chen thought, Xing Conglian is really scary.
However, Lin Chen's emotion only lasted for a short time, because Xing Conglian quickly finished eating the noodles, and even drank the noodle soup completely.
He put the noodle bowl down and lay down on the hood, looking like he was really going to sleep.
"Did your psychologists say that if you don't understand something, you have to change your mind?" Xing Conglian said as he lay on the hood.
Lin Chen glanced at him and nodded: "Because mentality sometimes hinders people from generating new ideas, so..."
Before he could finish speaking, his elbow was pulled, Xing Conglian stood up at some point, took the instant noodle bowl in his hand and put it next to the wiper, and then he couldn't help but drag him to lie down together.
"Then let's get some sleep." Xing Conglian said.
In this way, Lin Chen was inexplicably forced to lie on the hood, and even more inexplicably, there was a man lying beside him.
The hood is still cold, and the wind blowing is mixed with the familiar scent of menthol tobacco and instant noodles, very clean and warm, even reassuring, so reassuring that you don't have to think about anything.
Lin Chen felt a little drowsy, but suddenly remembered a familiar deep voice in his ears.
"You're not really going to sleep, are you?"
nonsense…
"I just suddenly thought, since he asked us to find the answer, can I understand that he is actually looking for help from the police after he was desperate?"
Lin Chen opened his eyes slightly: "It seems, you can also think so."
"Since he wants to seek help from the police, he has actually expressed what he wants to express when he calls the police. According to your words, he has put all the clues in front of us."
"Yes, it is."
"The clues he gave us are the Hongjing Expressway, because there is no doubt that all incidents happened on this expressway."
"Um."
"You also analyzed that if he can convince those people, then his reasons must be heavy, then the heavy things in this world must be related to life and death. Therefore, things that happen on the road are related to life and death..."
"Car accident?" Lin Chen woke up instantly, "You mean, he wants us to find the truth about a car accident?"
"If my thinking is correct, the reason why he is looking for reporters is for public revenge, and he wants to discredit the initiator of the car accident, or the mastermind behind it."
Lin Chen thought about it for a while, and felt that this idea was really clear, so he said, "It makes sense, then it will trouble the dynasty again."
"It's his honor." Xing Conglian said, took out his mobile phone, and called a certain technical house again.
…
As soon as the young technician got into the car, the phone of his immediate boss rang. He was very depressed, really depressed.
"Look, how many car accidents have occurred on Hongjing Expressway in the past year." The boss's voice came out through the mobile phone, because he had just put the mobile phone between his shoulders and ears because he wanted to put something in the car , Hearing this, he felt very tired, "Hey, what are you doing? Even if there are 3 car accidents a day, there will be thousands of car accidents on this expressway within a year."
"Be quiet and listen to me." Xing Cong paused for a while, his voice clear, "First of all, rule out the accident that did not cause any casualties."
"Um… "
"Then, filter the list of casualties to see if there are any students or teachers from Fengjing School."
"Hey, head, it takes time to adjust the data and investigate, you have to wait for me."
"I know, in the end, you have to filter the list of family members of all car accident casualties again to see if there are 15-18 year olds among the family members, and if so, see if there are students from Fengjing School."
"Oh, I understand what you mean, but I'm on high speed, the wireless signal is not very good, you have to wait a little longer."
Xing Conglian was keenly aware of some abnormalities from the microphone: "Don't you have a car with Lao Peng and the others?"
"No, Boss Peng seems to be approaching the scene of the hostage-taking. Just now, Manager Yang said that he would be fine when he went back anyway, so he borrowed a car to take me there..." Wang Chao said casually, and hung up the phone.
On the jeep in the reeds, Xing Conglian sat cross-legged and moved the phone to his ear. He frowned lightly and did not speak.
"What's wrong?" Lin Chen asked.
"I suddenly remembered that the kidnappers actually gave us a clue."
"Um?"
"A car tablet."
In fact, at the earliest time, the teenager used an extremely rugged method to deliver a vehicle-mounted tablet to the police. But Dynasty has checked carefully, except for the strange driving route recorded by GPS, there is no abnormal information in this car tablet.
"Didn't you once say that this tablet has gone through a complicated and strange route that cannot be completed by human beings?"
Xing Conglian glanced at him, suddenly rubbed the board on his head, and jumped out of the car: "Of course, there is no way to accomplish this by one person's strength. It's actually very simple. The navigation calculates the route according to the highway, but He can jump off a high-speed ultra-shortcut, and then he just needs to pass the tablet to someone, and that person will pass it to the next person, and after a few passes, the route will of course become weird and unpredictable."
"Someone is helping him." Lin Chen sat up, "You're not rude, young people, especially among classmates and friends, can easily generate blood and loyalty."
…
Xing Conglian drove the car to the high speed again. This time, he didn't have to hurry.
The time that should have passed will still pass minute by minute, and the agreed ninety minutes are a lot closer. In the face of the torrent of time, no matter how much effort and thinking, it will always be a drop in the bucket.
The spring breeze and the fragrance of green grass make one’s body and mind relax untimely. Outside the window are reeds that are taller than people. The young man may be hiding in a piece of grass among them. He is playing games with the children. However, perhaps In the next moment, the sniper's bullet would pierce his head.
Without answers, there is no happy ending.
The road ahead was brightly drenched by the sun, as if it had been coated with a thin layer of wax. Xing Conglian's car seemed to have encountered a traffic accident in front of him after driving for a while. The speed of the traffic gradually slowed down. The red lights were all on, Rao Shixing Conglian braked from time to time to avoid collisions, but in the end he could only stop the car.
Surprisingly, just as Xing Conglian stopped, the traffic in front suddenly moved again.
Lin Chen grabbed the handle and saw a black Buick parked directly in front of them. The black Buick was about to start when the bus in the right lane suddenly jammed and passed the smaller half of the car in an instant.
The Buick driver, who had been waiting a little anxiously, met Gasser, slammed on the accelerator in a fit of rage, and was unwilling to give in.
Unexpectedly, the bus driver refused to stop, and with a loud bang, the Buick and the bus collided firmly.
Because of the huge gap between the models, the Buick was knocked down by half, the windshield was completely shattered, and the passengers on the bus were suddenly stunned by the accident.
Seeing this, the bus driver immediately opened the door and jumped out of the car. He kicked the front of the Buick car: "Fuck, you don't want to kill me, I'm going to kill you, I'm in a car, you want to die, don't you?"
The hot bus driver scolded it was not enough. When he saw that the Buick driver seemed to be stuck in the cab, he kicked the door hard, as if to tamp the door.
At this moment, the angry bus driver suddenly felt a tightness in his neck, and he was instantly overturned again and again.
Xing Conglian let go of his knees, stretched out his hands and pressed the passenger car driver's hands, and he took out the handcuffs and placed the man in place.
After doing all this, Xing Conglian stood up and returned to the Buick. All the airbags in the cab were deployed, and the driver was stuck unable to move.
Lin Chen retracted his gaze, continued to knock on the car window, and asked the driver about his injuries.
At this moment, a siren sounded suddenly from the opposite lane, Xing Conglian frowned as he stared at the flashing police lights coming from a distance.