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  The father of Yin Long was very dissatisfied and suppressed his anger to ask: "Comrade, what do you mean by this?"

  Hu Rong said seriously: "Before the accident, the deceased had been drinking a dozen beers in a bar and had also taken soft drugs. He was driving an unlicensed vehicle on the mountain road at high speed. According to the technical personnel's measurement, the speed of the car at the time of the accident exceeded 150 kilometers per hour, exceeding the speed limit by 300%! Moreover, there is another very important point: a week ago, the deceased had already been suspended from driving due to a serious traffic accident that resulted in death, and he was driving without a license."

  Everyone was stunned, and Xiao Hu was too serious. After all, the dead are more important now, it's not suitable to say this.

  As expected, the Silver Dragon's parents were furious. The fat man pointed at Hu Rong and shouted: "Which unit are you from? Who is your leader? Call him to see me! I'll strip you of your clothes with just one word, believe it or not!"

  The middle-aged woman was even more fierce, and she directly pounced on her, clawing at Hu Rong's face with her sharp nails. She was quickly subdued by a beautiful grappling move. The people around them rushed to intervene, while the fat man's face was shaking with rage as he shouted: "Who is this little bitch working for? I must strip her of her clothes today! Where's my phone? Where's my phone?"

  Hu Rong pushed the middle-aged woman to one side, sneering and saying: "My name is Hu Rong, I'm from the Second Criminal Police Brigade, our brigade leader is Han Guang, the branch leader is Song Jianfeng, the bureau chief is Ma Beren, and the secretary of the Political and Legal Committee is Hu Yuejin. If you don't have a phone number, I can help you dial."

  The fat man was furious and couldn't be stopped. Suddenly, someone beside him pulled him back and whispered something in his ear, and he immediately became as still as a deflated balloon.

  No way, no matter how powerful he is, he can't take off the uniform of the daughter of the Secretary of the Political and Legal Committee.

  Hu Rong said to the captain of the accident: "The conclusion of our criminal police is that there is no such thing as a Fugang taxi or AE86, all of which are hallucinations of eyewitnesses after taking drugs. This is an accidental and inevitable incident. I personally regret it, what a pity for that good Porsche."

  The captain of the accident team couldn't help but laugh and cry, Hu's daughter was simply too sharp. Was it because she became a criminal police officer that she had such a personality? However, it can't be blamed on others, originally it was just an accidental traffic incident, colleagues from the traffic police department had already discussed it, this kid Silver Dragon played like this, being able to live past 25 years old would be lucky, and as expected, he died before turning 22. Hu Rong said it right, there's nothing to regret about this scum dying, the only thing that's a pity is that Porsche.

  "Captain Zhong, I'll give you a written investigation report later." Hu Rong said, turned around and left, without even looking at the victim's parents.

  A week ago, the case of a sanitation worker Zhang being knocked to death had also been intervened by the criminal investigation department. The second large team of criminal police had long been paying attention to this young man Yin Long, who had committed numerous evil deeds, including organizing street racing that endangered public safety. However, they had been unable to bring him to justice due to lack of strong evidence. Last week, Yin Long drove drunk and knocked a sanitation worker to death. This was originally a malicious traffic accident, but because of Yin Long's family background, the case was dropped. Yin Long even refused to apologize to the victim's family, only giving them 60,000 yuan symbolically, and requiring them to sign a guarantee letter promising not to appeal in exchange for the money. All these things were clear to Hu Rong, as a criminal police officer.

  The old detective's daughter had a strong sense of justice and had long been displeased with Silver Dragon, who was a scourge to the community, which is why she said those provocative words earlier. She felt relieved after venting her grievances, but inadvertently created an enemy for her father.

  ……

  On the Xijiao Panshan Highway, two police motorcycles were slowly driving, an old and a young one, stopping from time to time to take measurements with a steel tape measure. It was too dark at night, and some accident data had not been measured clearly, so the traffic police department sent two policemen to supplement the measurement during the day.

  That young motorcycle cop was the traffic police officer Li Shangting, who had once collaborated with Liu Ziguo to capture human traffickers. Under the scorching sun, wearing a helmet and leather boots, the little traffic cop carefully measured and recorded in his notebook from time to time. The two policemen walked all the way to the top of the mountain, until Li Shangting finally couldn't help but say: "Old Song, I think something is off."

  The one called Old Song was an old policeman with white temples, two stripes and three flowers on his shoulder, but he was still riding a motorcycle to work on the front line. It seems that his administrative level is not high either. Old Song wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Young man, what's your brilliant idea? Tell me about it?"

  Li Shangting held up his notebook and said, "Judging from the marks, there was indeed a street racing incident here last night. I measured the brake marks, one of which belonged to a Porsche, and another mysterious car. Judging from the brake marks, its drifting action seemed even smoother. I have a hunch that this car is ahead of the Porsche."

  Lao Song listened with interest and asked: "Is there more?"

  "Also, the testimony of that eyewitness should be correct. According to my measurements, last night's Porsche speeding car had a wheelbase of 2540, while the AE86 mentioned by the captain of the accident team should have a wheelbase of 2570."

  "What's next?"

  "2540 is the wheelbase of a Corolla, and what that witness saw was not an illusion in a trance-like state, nor was it some mysterious AE86 that appeared out of nowhere. It was just an ordinary white two-door Corolla, and its engine wasn't even in great condition, leaking some lubricating oil."

  "So what conclusion did you draw?"

  "I don't know, it's hard to say clearly. Only by finding this Fengtong can we investigate the cause. Old Song, take a look, this is the on-site simulation diagram I drew." Li Shangting said, handing over his notebook.

  Lao Song took a look and casually threw it back to him, saying: "It's getting late, let's go home for dinner." After finishing speaking, he went to ride his motorcycle.

  "Hey, Old Song, why don't you take a closer look?"

  Lao Song stopped in his tracks, turned around and said seriously: "Xiao Li, I can see through all these calculations of yours at a glance. Let me ask you one question, how many people can drive a Fukan faster than a Porsche?"

  "I don't know, maybe Schumacher can." Little Li said somewhat absent-mindedly.

  "Does such a person count as a talent?"

  "Calculate"

  "What about the Silver Dragon that killed the janitor?"

  Li Shangting didn't say anything else.

  "I'm speaking on your behalf, you're a social trash. Everything you said earlier was just speculation, and I'm commenting based on your speculation too. A Schumacher-level racing driver, a social trash, two people racing, one person died, isn't that very normal and heartwarming? Why do you have to complicate things? Do you really have the leisure time for this? Why not pay attention to the death of that sanitation worker last week instead?"

  On the Pan Mountain highway, one after another large trucks drove by, raising waves of smoke and dust. The old traffic police officer's words were also drowned out by the roar of the trucks. Li Shangting lowered his head in contemplation, and only raised it half a day later to say: "I understand now. I'll go down the mountain to write the report. It can't be confirmed whether there was a street racing incident last night."

  Old Song smiled and didn't say a word, put on his helmet and started the motorcycle.

  ……

  The Porsche accident was settled, no matter how powerful the parents of Yīn Lóng were, they couldn't waste their energy searching for a non-existent AE86. In fact, as parents, they also had a number in mind, knowing what kind of person their son was, but they just didn't want to swallow this breath.

  In Jiangbei City, a story began circulating among these young people who loved speeding. There were many versions of the story, but the most famous one was that on that night, an AE86 appeared and had a thrilling race with Silver Dragon. Just when Silver Dragon was in the lead, they saw a cleaner covered in blood standing in the middle of the road, and then something went wrong...

  There are many different opinions, but one thing is certain: for the time being, street racing has disappeared from Jiangbei City.

  Inside the repair shop, the severely worn-out tires of his beloved Fawkes were quietly lying there. Xuanzi took one look and knew that his car had been through a rough ride last night. He had also heard the legendary story of AE86 among car enthusiasts, but he said nothing, asked nothing, closed the door, and personally replaced the four half-used tires for his car.

  Jiangbei TV, Jiang Xueqing held a cup of coffee and quietly watched the computer screen, which was the footage shot by the program team at the foot of the mountain last night. Those spoiled brats were still arrogant to the extreme, obstructing the photographer's shooting, but they were obviously scared inside, probably because Yinlong's death had frightened them.

  Jiang Xue suddenly understood why Liu Ziguang had asked her to keep it a secret. Perhaps this matter... She didn't think about it anymore, but instead stood up and walked to the entrance of the TV station, hailed a taxi and said: "Driver, go to Zhicheng Garden."

  Across from the Zhicheng Garden, on the road, Jiang Xueqing sat quietly in a taxi, staring at the entrance of the residential compound. It was almost two o'clock and that person still hadn't arrived. The taxi driver listened to the radio, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror, thinking this woman is really strange, giving him 50 yuan just to sit here stupidly.

  At 1:58, Liu Ziguang rode his bicycle to work in a leisurely manner, with no unusual expression on his face. As soon as he appeared, Jiang Xueqing's heart suddenly surged with a special feeling, and she couldn't help but whisper: Ten steps kill one person, thousand miles without leaving a trace, the matter is done, wipe clean and go, deeply hiding one's body and name.

  At this moment, Jiang Xueqing finally understood what a chivalrous person was and what a recluse was.

  "Let's go, Master." Jiang Xueqing said.

  The taxi driver started the car and looked at the girl in the rearview mirror with suspicion, how did she become tearful in an instant.