Chapter 259

"Shua."

The sharp blade waved down with the sound of a little wind.

"No!"

Wang Yiwei screamed hysterically. The whole man struggled violently, his head tilted to one side.

"Yes."

The folding knife pierced the front passenger's seat and easily cut the skin.

"Tut tut."

The man in the cap sighed, "it's very clever."

Finish.

The man raised the knife again.

Taking advantage of this gap, Wang Yiwei's hand fell on the electronic cigarette lighter on one side.

Without any hesitation, he pulled up the cigarette lighter, put his hands and feet against the seat inside the car, and turned it violently.

The folding knife went straight down and "Pooh" went into his shoulder.

Wang Yiwei clutched the cigarette lighter, and the red electronic head pressed on the arm of the man with a duck tongue hat. The thin sunscreen suit was instantly burned and printed on his arm, and a burning smell came.

"Grass!"

The man with a duck tongue hat angrily scolded and wanted to pull out the knife and stab it again, but Wang Yiwei held the right hand of the knife tightly. They were deadlocked and robbed in the car.

Not far away.

The three men who drank the wine came here laughing and joking, and their eyes had focused on the flashing lights and the shaking body.

"Sleeper, there's something in this car!"

"Ha ha, it has its own vibration!"

"Go and have a look."

The three people came this way laughing.

"Grass!"

Looking at the three people who had come here, the man with a duck tongue hat did not stop. He leaned back and kicked Wang Yiwei away. He resolutely abandoned him. He got down from the car, pressed the duck tongue hat, put his hands in his pockets, and hurriedly disappeared into the night.

"Did you get it on your cell phone? Come on."

Three young people who had drunk booed and came over.

"Grass Mud Horse!"

Wang Yiwei in the driver's seat came down from the car. The folding knife inserted in his shoulder was still on it. His white shirt was red with blood: "pat, pat, pat you m."

"Lying trough!"

The three young men looked at Wang Yiwei, who was covered in blood. They were startled and fled the scene.

"Grass!"

Wang Yiwei glanced at the man with a duck tongue hat who had disappeared. He wanted to fold over and drive, but his head felt dizzy. He had to rush to the side of the road to stop the car, and then fell on the side of the road.

……

A day later.

Zhong Tianzheng, Ah Xiang, met Wang Yiwei in the superior single room in the ward.

"The murder of Xue Xiaodong has not been solved yet. Since he is related to the death of Wang Feifei, and you are Xue Xiaodong's former company, you have been assassinated again, so the new area police station asked us to come and support the investigation."

Zhong Tian explained to Wang Yiwei, who was a little pale, "that's what's going on, so please cooperate."

"Officer, I've said it's really nothing."

Wang Yiwei reached out to touch the Chinese cigarette on the bedside table, took up the wound on his arm, and suddenly showed his teeth in pain. The black silk assistant on one side immediately went up and helped him take out his cigarette and light it: "I went to the bank to withdraw money last night. I guess I was watched at that time and followed me to rob."

"Are you sure?"

Ah, xiangdai frowned: "you can think clearly. He didn't succeed this time. He will do it again next time."

"I'm sure and sure."

Wang Yiwei wrapped a cigarette and waved to them: "thank you first. If you have time, you'd better investigate Xue Xiaodong's case. I was really robbed last night."

"You don't seem to want us to investigate this case."

"No, no, it's just that I know. Now the police resources are tight. How can I disturb the two of your criminal police team when I have a small robbery."

Since Wang Yiwei refused to cooperate, they had no choice but to leave first.

Wang Yiwei waved: "Xiaoqin, help me send the two police officers."

"OK."

The little assistant of black silk on one side, Jiao Didi, responded, immediately stood up and made a gesture of seeing off.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Go to the elevator door, Ah Xiang turns her head and looks at the end of the corridor.

"Then I'll wait for you in the car."

Zhong Tianzheng nodded and pressed down.

"Officer, you run around all day. You should be very tired?"

Black silk's little assistant looked at Ah Xiang's far away back, his eyes fell on Zhong Tianzheng's handsome face, and then swept the Omega watch on his wrist without leaving a trace: "but I really admire your front-line police, both brain and physical strength."

"Ha ha."

Zhong Tianzheng glanced at his little assistant and stepped into the elevator.

"I'll take you to the door."

Black silk's little assistant followed in with small steps, actively pressed the first floor, and unconsciously stood next to Zhong Tianzheng.

The distance between the two men was very close, and the strong perfume of her stock drilled into Zhong Tianzheng's nose, so that he could not raise his nose.

"As an assistant, you are quite conscientious."

Zhong Tianzheng couldn't help looking at her.

The little assistant is about 1.65 meters tall and stands beside Zhong Tianzheng, forming a huge contrast with his 1.82 meters tall.

Her dress is very professional. The white shirt is tucked into the hip wrap skirt, and a pair of three centimeter high heels are stepped under the black silk stockings. Coupled with her 75 point appearance, she is roughly careless.

"Hee hee."

Seeing that Zhong Tian was looking at her, the little assistant reached out and stroked her hair with a slightly shy expression: "officer, I'm just a little assistant, but we can get to know each other."

With that, the little assistant took out a business card from the back clip of his mobile phone and handed it over.

"Qin Qin?"

Zhong Tianzheng took the card, glanced at the name on it, and said, "Sun Qinqin, good name."

"Yes."

Sun Qinqin answered and moved closer: "however, for a young and handsome police officer like you, I still prefer you to call me Qinqin."

"Ha ha, it's all the same."

Zhong Tianzheng pulled away without leaving a trace and put the business card in his pocket.

The elevator reaches the first floor.

Sun Qinqin didn't mean to go up and insisted on sending him outside the door.

Zhong Tianzheng couldn't hold her enthusiasm. He opened his mouth and asked, "by the way, how long have you been Wang Yiwei's assistant?"

"More than a year."

“……”

Zhong Tianzheng couldn't help feeling cold. Knowing that she misunderstood her meaning, he coughed softly: "I mean, since you are an assistant, you should be very close to Wang Yiwei? How much do you know about his business and personal relations? "

Just then, her cell phone rang.

"Well, let's talk another place next time."

Sun Qinqin looked at his cell phone and blinked: "remember my business card. You can call me." Then he answered the phone.

"All right."

Zhong Tianzheng shrugged and walked to his little yellow car.