Chapter 1284

When Li Wenguang suddenly slammed on the brakes, Yan Wanyi, who was preoccupied with things, was caught off guard and slammed forward.

Fortunately, he had the habit of wearing a seat belt when he was in the car. As soon as he leaned forward, he felt a sudden tightening of his chest and a heavy bump on the back of his head into the chair.

"Mayor Yan, Kunlun is ahead!"

Li Wenguang didn't notice his sudden braking and almost let Yan arbitrarily hit his head on the front windshield. He just whispered after seeing Kunlun standing in front of the car, then opened the door and jumped out of the car.

When he jumped out of the car, Yang Jian and others who followed him had also jumped out of the car one after another, holding a pistol in his hand.

"Put your guns down and patrol around!"

Li Wenguang whispered and walked forward quickly.

Yang Jian and others immediately put the muzzle down, winked at each other, and quickly scattered in the fields on both sides of the road.

It is said to be a wilderness, but it is not vivid: after the Chinese population explosion, where can it be regarded as a wilderness except the mountains and forests that the state explicitly forbids to move without permission?

Now, on both sides of the road, there are corn fields more than half a person tall. When the wind blows, it makes a crash, just like ghost clapping (poplar, also known as ghost clapping, the leaves will crash when the wind blows), which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Especially when there is a strong smell of blood, this feeling is even worse. Fortunately, Yang Jian and others are not timid girls, and there are guys in their hands. If there is a hanging ghost, keep it -- run faster than anyone else: it is said that ghosts can't die.

Kunlun stood in the place with the strongest smell of blood and frowned at the black Mercedes Benz that had rushed into the corn field.

The door of the Mercedes Benz was open. A corpse was lying on the steering wheel, his head hanging strangely on his back. His whole neck was almost cut off, only a layer of skin was still connected.

There was such a body on the co pilot, but the fatal injury he suffered was the back neck.

These are two men in black suits and pistols in their hands.

Li Wenguang came over and looked at the exit sign before whispering, "this is a Mercedes Benz car rented by Hunan from Anyang. If there is no accident, these two bodies should be her bodyguards. "

No one can frown in front of two almost headless corpses like Kunlun, which is directly related to her love of cutting people's heads.

Li Wenguang is also a real man. He is masculine and upright all over. But after seeing these two bodies, his stomach is still churning. It takes a lot of effort to resist vomiting.

Kunlun didn't speak, just looked at the two bodies, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yan casually walked to her side, only looked at it, moved his eyes, raised his hand over his mouth, coughed and said, "if I didn't always follow you, I doubt you killed them."

"Some people are pretending to be my way of killing people, but their methods are very and ridiculous."

Kunlun said faintly without looking at him.

Yan arbitrarily looked at the two bodies and felt unbearable, but it was very funny in Kunlun's eyes -- he really couldn't imagine how cold and indifferent a girl's heart was to have such a tough nerve.

Yan Wanyi doesn't know at all. In Kunlun's heart, except that Fang Yuan is a "person", others are like ants that can be trampled to death: who will have an unbearable psychological burden after seeing an ant crushed by his feet?

"When they found the danger, they didn't have time to shoot."

Li Wenguang, who began to check the dead body, had put on white gloves. He took out a pistol from a dead body and put the muzzle under his nose. He only smelled the smell of engine oil and no sulfur.

"They've been dead for at least an hour and a half."

After putting the pistol back in the car, Li Wenguang patted the body on the arm with his sleeve to determine their approximate time of death.

Kunlun is really not interested in studying two ant like bodies here. She just wants to find Yan Ying. She turns and gets on the car. Just about to start, the door opens and Yan jumps on the car at will.

Before he closed the door, Kunlun said coldly, "get down."

She stubbornly thought that except for the surrounding area, no man was qualified to sit on the co pilot and let her drive.

With a bang, Yan closed the door at will. When she pulled up her seat belt, she said slowly, "Fang Yuan and I are cousins."

Kunlun shut up.

As long as something is involved, it can easily affect some of her habits.

"The murderer is deliberately imitating you."

Yan arbitrarily grabbed the handle in his right hand, looked at the front and said, "the murderer wants people to think that you killed Lou Xiang and started a fight between Lou Jia and Fang Yuan."

"Imitation is always imitation."

Although Kunlun no longer gave Yan a casual look, he didn't have a little enthusiasm in his tone.

Yan casual still didn't care and continued, "but you must admit that the knife used by the murderer is very sharp, even if it can't compare with your Kunlun Mo knife, but I think it's almost the same."

Kunlun didn't speak this time.

Because she knew that Yan was right. She was a great expert in using knives. It can be said that since the fall of Sirius, no one in the whole Chinese Research on knives has been able to come out of Kunlun. They can't pick flowers in Fangyuan, tieliao and Qin.

Then, naturally, she could see how sharp the sharp blade used by the murderer was from the knife edges of the two bodies.

Yan is right at will: even if the knife used by the murderer is not as good as the Kunlun Mo knife used by her, it is almost the same.

"Which country is the most famous and famous in the world?"

Kunlun gently hit the steering wheel, avoided a pit on the road and took the initiative to talk to Yan at will.

"Do you suspect that the murderer came from Toyo?"

Yan casually glanced and soon understood what Kunlun meant.

Sometimes, just like you can't understand why dogs love to gnaw big bones, you have to admit that with the hundreds of years of war in China, many ancestral skills have been lost. The Oriental people who learned the art of forging knives from Chang'an during the Tang Empire have never lost this skill for thousands of years, which has created the prestige of Oriental knives in the world.

"Yes."

Kunlun made a noise and accelerated the speed again.

Of course, no one can think that Dongyang is the most developed country in forging swords. We can be sure that they are the murderers who impersonate Kunlun and kill the bodyguards of Lou Xiang.

It's just suspicion. Yan said it clearly enough.

Tightly pursed the corner of her mouth, Yan said at random, "maybe it was an oriental who hijacked my fourth aunt?"

Since the murderer may be an oriental, Yan took it for granted that they also hijacked Yan Ying.

Kunlun shook his head and said, "my mother-in-law and my mother-in-law have been taken away. It won't take more than 40 or 40 minutes until now, but those two people have died for an hour and a half. Time is wrong."

When she calls Yan Ying as her mother-in-law in front of Yan's casual face, she doesn't feel a little embarrassed: as long as Fang Yuan asks her to shout like this, she will shout like this. Why care what others think of her.

What's more, Yan Wanyi already knew that she was glad to know that she was around. Even after listening to her call Yan Ying, she would be instinctively stunned, but she would soon understand.

If it was in peacetime, he would hug his fist with both hands and say hi with a sincere smile on his face.

Yan Ying doesn't know who robbed her. It's better to avoid it now.

Yan stopped talking at will. He looked at his Kunlun from the corner of his eye. He was a little disappointed. Suddenly he stepped on the brake and made him lean forward, but then he increased the accelerator -- he tossed a Yan at will and almost broke his waist.

"What's the matter?"

Yan asked anxiously as soon as he calmed down.

"No, not much, just like it."

Kunlun answered lightly.

Yan is so smart that he can figure out what he means with a little Leng. He smiles bitterly in his heart: unexpectedly, the notorious Kunlun will be as willful as a little girl.

At this time, if you congratulate and pat the horse again, it won't be much fun. Yan freely grasped this degree and changed the topic: "do you mean that the people who targeted building Xiang were in front and the people who hijacked my fourth aunt were behind, they just took a fancy to this road and came together?"

"Since you understand, don't talk. I hate talking to you. "

Kunlun finished almost word by word, and then stepped on the brake.

If I were around, you wouldn't hate it -- Yan smiled bitterly at will and grabbed the handle with both hands. He thought Kunlun suddenly stepped on the brake to 'punish' him for talking.

Of course not.

Generally speaking, when Kunlun punished someone for the second time, he cut his head with a knife.

She stopped suddenly because she saw a car on the roadside in front of her.

This is a cayenne.

It's the car of Lou Yuxiang. It's also rented from Anyang. Li Wenguang asked his men to investigate these on the way to the airport, so Yan said softly: "this is Lou Yuxiang's car. I hope she's not dead yet."

On the ground in front of the cab of cayenne, a headless body lay on his back. Judging from the traces of blood on the ground, his head had been kicked into the nearby corn field.

The body was dressed in the same suit and white shirt as the two dead in the Mercedes Benz.

"You, after you saw the body, your face was, why, no, sorry?"

Before Kunlun got off the bus, he suddenly asked Yan casual.

"As far as I know, except for Lin Lin, the confidants called by Lou Xiang are all dead prisoners from all over the world (only Chinese). She saved them with a lot of money and used them as dead men. These people have long died. Now they are dead. They have earned money. "

Yan answered casually and lightly.

"Lou Xiang, where is she? Isn't it, damn it? "

Kunlun slammed the door when he asked the question.

Yan casually followed her out of the car and replied, "if she is not Lou Minggong's direct granddaughter, she has 30 heads, which is not enough to cut."

Kunlun is a girl with a strange character. When she asked a question, Yan answered it at will, but she walked quickly to the Cayenne car like she disdained to listen, looked inside, then bent down and frowned, and began to observe the road with the light of the car.

In fact, she is not willing to waste time on these dead people and building Xiang. She just wants to find her mother-in-law as quickly as possible, but the reality does not allow her to ignore these dead bodies. She must find out the clues that Yan Ying may have passed through from the scene.

Lou Xiang was not in the car, nor was Lin Lin. she died as a bodyguard.

This made Yan feel a little relieved: it's a good thing that the building Xiang who should have suffered a thousand knives didn't die at this time.

He thought of the dialogue between Fangyuan and Li Wenguang in yuanyao hotel.

Li Wenguang said that according to the cunning of building Xiang, she does not necessarily go to the airport.

Fang Yuan said that what she is best at doing should be unexpected things. The more people think she won't do that, she will do it.