Zheng Kaifeng is so bold and extremely greedy. Will he die by himself?

But if he was murdered, who installed the bomb in his car?

Since the murderer has the ability to load a bomb in his car without knowing it, why not be simpler and simply stab him to death with one knife, or steal a car and hit him directly?

Why can't the murderers of the recent times do their own business steadily and always want to make big news?

Any of this series of questions is worthy of repeated consideration.

However, in Fei Du's mind, which seemed to be constantly turning a mysterious black hole, seemed to suddenly have a big explosion, and all thoughts lost their gravity and a logical box popped up lightly.

Perhaps the light reflected on Luo Wenzhou's trousers was just the light and shadow effect of the overlapping police car headlights. Or perhaps the strong sense of crisis at that moment was just his own suspicion... Then this mischievous joke could be entertained by Comrade Luo Wenzhou for the rest of his life.

But in the flash of lightning, Fei Du just followed his most instinctive intuition.

Not why.

Luo Wenzhou was originally knocking on the door of the cargo compartment and Zheng Kaifeng showed his power. Without warning, Fei Du rushed to the SUV from the back. Fei Du grabbed the door with one hand and pulled it out without looking. While Luo Wenzhou was not standing firmly, he pushed the person in.

Then he glimpsed the sparks that suddenly splashed out from under the cargo compartment.

Fei Du only had time to reflex the door that was locked in his hand. Before he could completely block the door in front of him, the huge impact force had already pushed over and the door hit him hard on his back.

After Fei Du's car accident, he re-reinforced the entire vehicle and replaced the glass again. He made a lot of trouble. This was the first day after the overhaul. The anti-collision effect was good, but he didn't expect that he would hit the bomb this time.

No matter how good the car is, it is not a tank. The door still cannot withstand the test of upgrading. The explosion has deformed instantly, and the bulletproof glass has died. Fei Du's last consciousness was that he felt that his arm and shoulders were broken as if a thread was broken by the car door. He didn't even say a word because his lungs were almost crushed into a plastic seal.

All the motor vehicles in the underground garage shouted in unison, and the alarm sound hit the roof of the garage, which failed to resound through the sky, so they had to echo back and forth in the cramped space. The flames spit out their sinister long tongues and swept the truck's cargo compartment in an instant. Some of the car's shattered glass slag fell to the ground like rain, and the cargo compartment door flew several meters out.

Fortune is like the wind, and it takes only one week for Mr. Zheng, who responds to the response, went from a "famous overseas Chinese entrepreneur" to a "criminal suspect", and then to a scoundrel with a tender and tender inside.

Luo Wenzhou was pushed lightly and severely by Fei Du, and the back of his head hit the steering wheel, almost feeling deaf.

He instinctively caught the person who fell in his arms, but he didn't react to anything. The loud noise in his ears gathered into a thin and long whisper like a mosquito. Luo Wenzhou felt something sticky on his hands. He subconsciously twisted it, his eyes wide and a little confused, but his limbs seemed like dolls lifting lines, clumsyly struggling by himself.

Then, the smell of blood, smoke, and burnt smell flooded him.

"Feed..."

Luo Wenzhou's pause of heartbeat turned on in an instant. He first trembled on the spot, then jumped up like a rebellion, almost unable to bear the load, and was about to explode immediately.

"Feed!"

Fei Du's consciousness floated around him, sometimes without him, and he became a disrepaired radio.

He could hear intermittent shouts, and could hear someone calling his name.

But he didn't want to pay attention, and he felt it was a bit noisy.

Someone opened his eyes and Fei Du saw the light. It is said that he could regain his consciousness by chasing the light. However, he himself was not very interested in it, so he just looked around and remained indifferent.

The slight light then became farther and farther away from him. He was swallowed by the boundless darkness behind him. There was a loud "touch" sound, as if a door was closed heavily -

Fei Du's weak consciousness sinks deeper into a deeper place, where he doesn't care about his wealth, his wisdom and stupidity, and he doesn't even wear the painted skin he has carefully woven over the years.

He seemed to have become a little boy. Because of his short legs, he wanted to run. But as soon as he stepped out, a sense of unreasonable fear surged into his heart. The man was like a huge black shadow, casting a cold look from the top of his head from a high place, and said softly: "The dog likes to run around and play. Fei Du, are you a puppy?"

Fei Du was pulled by him in a daze and saw a little puppy. The puppy might have just been born, not as big as a palm, with wet eyes, and he ran towards him twisted. He stretched out his hand, and the puppy clumsily poked out his round front paws, stood up with his hind legs, grabbed his hand, and carefully sniffed it on his cold palm.

He felt softness in his heart for no reason and stroked the furry little head.

The man next to him sighed in a gentle and cold voice: "This child is bleeding from unhealthy blood, so he needs to be corrected."

The little puppy screamed and was rudely taken away by the hand.

The temperature in Fei Du's hand suddenly disappeared, and then a row of cold metal rings fell from the sky, covering his fingers. Behind the metal ring was a cluster of thin lines. The other end of the thin line was connected to a tightened collar. If the thin line was loosened by a millimeter, the collar would tighten one centimeter. If the thin line was completely loose, the collar would uit his throat tightly.

Fei Du could not breathe, and instinctively stretched out his arms, clenched his fingers tightly together, desperately pulling the thin line behind the metal ring. The thin line stretched to the extreme, slightly pulling the live collar stuck on his throat, and a large amount of air rushed into his trachea, and he choked and coughed violently.

"You have to learn to breathe slowly," the man smiled satisfied. "Smart, it seems that you have learned how to avoid suffocating yourself without being taught."

Then, the scene in front of him changed again. Fei Du was fixed on a chair. He could only move his fingers with metal rings on his body. The suffocation pain enveloped him like a cloud, and he felt chill all over.

The man hummed a song and held the little puppy with one hand, put it in Fei Du's palm, and asked him, "Is it soft?"

Children and small animals seemed to be born to be friends without having to make friends with each other. The puppy smelled the boy's cold fear and tried hard to arch him with his warm head and lick his fingers.

The man laughed again and asked him, "Is it cute?"

Fei Du hesitated for a moment and finally nodded. The next moment, a terrible pain came without warning.

The collar on his neck suddenly tightened, and the soft touch in his hand was still irritated by the cold iron ring. Fei Du subconsciously tightened his fingers as usual, trying to tighten the thin threads that could relieve his pain.

Life-saving air entered his tortured trachea, but at the same time, the puppy screamed shrillly.

Fei Du suddenly realized that his hand was pinching the puppy's fragile neck. He hurriedly relaxed, and the collar on his throat became more and more stuck on his neck.

Fei Du struggled desperately, and the ropes and metal rings of all sizes on his body were like devil vines with life, strangled into his flesh and blood.

Tao Ran held up his cell phone and was wandering around the door of the ICU ward in sweat. He heard the colleague on the other end of the phone say quickly: "Zheng Kaifeng and Yang Bo both died on the spot. The others were scattered by the nearby police car. There were some hidden people around him during the explosion. A few people were slightly injured. A buddy happened to be smashed by the door of the freight car that flew out. It was a bit unlucky. There were no other problems. At that time, the only ones who were close to the explosion site were Boss and Dahe..."

What else my colleague said later, Tao Ran didn't care about listening because a nurse-like person stuck his head out: "What's this called... Fei Du? Just the one I just sent - where is the family?"

Tao Ran hung up the phone directly: "I, I am here..."

The nurse asked: "Are you a family member?"

This problem made Tao Ran get stuck. He suddenly realized that Fei Du had no so-called "family". His direct blood relative, one of the ashes, had been landed for more than seven years, and the other had become a vegetable. He lived happily for many years and lived a lifelong life as a bare commander without roots.

The nurse just asked casually, not caring about his hesitation at this moment, and said to him quickly: "The patient's breathing and heartbeat suddenly stopped suddenly. Now he is rescued. You are ready."

Tao Ran felt a breath of cold air rushing from his chest to the Tianling Gai: "What, wait..."

After the nurse informed him, even if he completed the task, time was life. He had no time to comfort him and ran away in a hurry.

Tao Ran subconsciously chased her for two steps, and then remembered that he would not let the idle people wait in front, so he had to stop at a loss. At this time, he realized that the nurse was just talking about "you". He turned around and saw Luo Wenzhou standing behind him at some point.

Luo Wenzhou had a broken calf and had a splint on his waist and back twice in a day. His head was knocked too hard on the steering wheel and he had a concussion. He was just a fresh mummy from head to toe, and he was still dizzy. He could only drag a crutch against the wall on one side, and he didn't know how he jumped over from his ward along the way.

Tao Ran quickly helped him sit down: "You finished the slap so quickly?"

"It's pulled out," Luo Wenzhou said expressionlessly, "I can't die."

On this unlucky Friday night, the sudden explosion caused the entire city bureau to be busy, and they were all out of their own way. Tao Ran ran around in first aid, orthopedics, icu... several places, and looked at this and didn't care about that, and sweated more: "What's the use of consuming it here? You can't treat it, and people won't be allowed to visit it. It's even more troublesome to get infected with your wounds later, so why don't you go back quickly!"

The hospital was filled with all kinds of strange smells of medicine, mixed together, bitter and smelly, making people dare not inhale hard. The footsteps, speaking, and vibrating mobile phones of everyone... It was a torture for Luo Wenzhou. Those sound waves hit his temples as if they were tangible.

Luo Wenzhou was so dizzy that he wanted to vomit, but he didn't say anything, leaning against the hard and cold chair back with his eyes closed.

Tao Ran: "Go away quickly, don't make trouble here, get up, I'll carry you back."

Luo Wenzhou shook his head gently: "When others push in, there are people waiting outside. If he doesn't, I'm afraid that he will not come back if he is sad."

Tao Ran had to prick his ears to hear what he was saying. It was really difficult to associate Fei Du's heartless bastard with the word "sad". He felt that Luo Wenzhou was stunned and said nonsense. So he said, "If he could know who was waiting for him and who hadn't waited for him, he wouldn't be pushed here-you go quickly, I'll just wait here. Am I not a human?"

Luo Wenzhou really didn't have the strength to talk to him, and said almost indescribably: "It's different."

These friends meet by chance and gather and distant as they please. Even if the friendship lasts for a long time, people still come and go. In the end, they cannot be the concern that lures people's souls, and in the end they are still outsiders. Of course, Luo Wenzhou dared not treat himself as an insider too passionate. He felt like a moth "watching fire from the other side of the river". At first, it was because of a little vague attraction that made him hesitate to flap his wings, travel through mountains and rivers, and after many twists and turns, he got closer.

He had just been able to peek at the picture of the rotating on the lampshade, and had just stretched out his tentacles to touch the strange-colored light...

Tao Ran reacted for half a minute before he could tell the difference from his three words. He looked confused and was stunned for a while before he was pulled back by the sudden ring of phone calls. He scrambled his stomach and said, "You... are you okay?"

Luo Wenzhou waved his hand at him without showing any emotion: "Respond to the phone first."

The phone call was called by Lang Qiao. At first glance, there was something urgent, so Tao Ran had to answer, so he had to stand up and walk to the corner with one step or three steps.

"Part Pacific, those confessions from the cold chain trucks were all private thugs of Zheng Kaifeng. The salaries of these people were all transferred from the account of a mysterious overseas company. The brothers of the Economic Investigation wanted to follow the clues and thoroughly investigate the mysterious shell company. In addition, through Yang Bo's information records, we found that before he died, Zheng Kaifeng sent him a few photos, which happened to be the brothers responsible for catching up with Yang Bo."

The hot sweat on Tao Ran's body was swept by the wind of Zhongqiu, which was the cold and tingling on the chest against the back: "I understand."

Lang Qiao: "...How are the boss and Mr. Fei?"

Tao Ran looked around the corner and saw Luo Wenzhou, who was fixed by a splint and bandage, sitting there in silence, as if he was about to transform into a wooden chair: "Don't worry, still..."
Chapter completed!