More than ten minutes after the Tibetan mastiff was shot dead, a white van drove to the street next to the crime scene.

"Cruff!"

The vehicle stopped, and a young man sat in the car, smiling and asked an old man watching the fun: "What's wrong? Uncle, why did I hear that I seemed to have shot just now?"

"The Tibetan mastiff who ran out from somewhere may be starved. He went to the community to find food and bitten it!" The old man explained with his back: "Why, the police are here to kill him!"

"Ah!" The young man glanced at the dead Tibetan mastiff in the yard and nodded.

"Well!"

After speaking, the driver next to him stepped on the accelerator and drove a van and left here.

"Hey? Brother Bei! It's nothing, it's just that the police killed a biting Tibetan mastiff." The young man replied in a low voice.

"I bite someone, the police have to wander around for a while. Don't be there now, come back first." Zhong Zhenbei thought for a while and then told softly.

"That's fine!"

"Yeah, that's it first!"

After speaking, the two hung up the phone.

...

At the same time, in the Huohuo Motorcycle Store.

"Brother, look, he came to get it at this time." Baoming fiddled with it on the computer, then pointed to the screen and said.

Lee Young-ji was smoking a cigarette and staring at the screen expressionlessly.

About twenty seconds later, a person walked by in the image at the front of the motorcycle shop, and Baoming immediately pointed at him and said, "This is the only one!"

"Is there any close-up image?" Li Yingji felt a little familiar when she saw the figure queen, so she opened her mouth and asked.

"Give the whole close shadow, hurry up." Motor also urged.

After speaking, Baoming fiddled with it on the computer for a few more times, and then said, "This is the image of the bar, the clearest, you can see your face!"

"brush!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xuefeng in the video turned around with the key.

"grass!"

When Li Yingji saw Chen Xuefeng's face, she immediately cursed: "Why is it him?"

"Do you know each other?" Motor asked.

"How can I not know each other?" Li Yingji frowned and thought for a moment, then pointed to Chen Xuefeng in the picture and asked, "Is his surname Chen?"

"Yes!" Baoming nodded.

"Come here for you all the time?" Li Yingji asked again.

"...I always came here two years ago because he had a 1,300-horse gtr at that time, but he has been much low-key in the past two years. I heard that he sold all the runs at home and stopped playing! But he likes motorcycles now, but he must have come more times than before, because he doesn't change much when playing motorcycles."

"Do you know what he does?" Li Yingji asked again after taking a breath of cigarette.

"I heard that his family is in business. He is quite rich anyway, so I don't know the specific ones, haha!" Baoming smiled.

"You should have his delivery address?"

"There must be some of the accessories in the car. I sent them directly to his house." Baoming said, and took out the customer information sheet from the drawer to search. Then, after a while, he took out a copy and handed it to Li Yingji and said, "There are two addresses here, both of which are suburbs, you can take a look!"

"Play!"

Lee Young-ji patted his shoulder and said, "Thank you, buddy!"

"Haha, it's okay! I've heard of you. Haven't you played motorcycles before?!" Baoming smiled: "What about the Northeast Schumacher of the motorcycle industry?!"

"The past, that's all the past!" Li Yingji waved her hand speechlessly, then grinned her teeth and said, "You just send that video to me on WeChat!"

"Okay, it's all OK!"

"Then Motor and I will leave first!"

"I'll give you a shunt if you have the chance. You can go out and play with them in the evening!" Baoming flew at Li Yingji.

"Take it down, my child is almost two years old." Li Yingji replied in a rare low-key manner.

...

One and a half hours later.

In the public security hospital.

"Look, it's the key that Chen Xuefeng took himself." Li Yingji pointed to the image in the video and said.

"Brush!" Zhang Shifeng looked at Zhou Tian with his back, squinted his eyes and asked, "Does Chen Xuefeng and Wei Haibo have any connection?"

"I don't know!" Zhou Tian shook his head and said, "I have never paid attention to these things."

"Even if there is contact, Chen Xuefeng cannot be the one who can't mess with Haibo?" Zhang Shifeng also shook his head.

"I tell you, the day when Chen Xuefeng went to get this key, Jun Boss and I were just under two days away from the primary school!" Li Yingji frowned and added: "I have inquired about this motorcycle, and there are not many Jils in the whole Jil! So, Jun Boss and I just picked up the key, and he came to the motorcycle shop to get it. I don't think this is a coincidence."

"…!" Zhang Shifeng paused after hearing this, then opened his mouth and added: "In his identity, he could not be idle and sting Wei Haibo, unless he is mentally abnormal and crazy!... But he may know some things here, so you can do it as you think first, because I also think this is not a coincidence!"

"It's OK!" Li Yingji nodded.

Five minutes later, Li Yingji found Brother Dan, and after the two of them said a few words, Brother Dan called the younger brother below and told the two addresses that Li Yingji brought back.

...

The next day, in the afternoon, Jingwen's house.

Chen Xuefeng sat on the sofa, looking at the information on the computer in a restless manner, and staring blankly.

"Drink some water!"

After pouring a glass of water, Jingwen put it on the coffee table.

"call!"

After gasping, Chen Xuefeng rubbed his palms and asked, "Can you do something for me tonight?"

"What's the matter?" Jingwen was stunned.

"You go to my villa and feed the Tibetan mastiffs. They haven't eaten for several days." Chen Xuefeng thought for a while and said softly.

"Okay!" Jingwen nodded gently.

"There is frozen meat in the refrigerator, and I need to cook it!" Chen Xuefeng's expression immediately became a little annoyed after saying this, so he waved his hand and said, "...you give me your car keys, I'll go back by myself tonight!"

"Your friend, didn't you let you go back?" Jingwen asked.

"Give it to me!" Chen Xuefeng emphasized, then stood up and walked to the window, and dialed Zhao Wu's phone with his cell phone.

"Hello?!"

"Get some people for me tonight..." Chen Xuefeng explained to Zhao Wu expressionlessly.

...

at the same time.

In a police station in the suburbs of Jil City.

"Old Wang, look at Ang, the first place where the Tibetan Mastiffs strolls is here. I guess he ran out from here." A policeman pointed to the surveillance video and said.

"It's really a villa area!" The middle-aged man who called Lao Wang nodded with his hands behind his back, and then continued: "Contact the owners around him and ask them one by one!"

"There are two companies that cannot get through!"
Chapter completed!