Chapter 130
623rd Road, under the overpass.
The convoy stopped and flashed...
Ding Hongjun slumped in the car. Looking out from his position, he saw a young man with blood on his head and his eyes wide open, staring at him...
A low roar of fear filled his throat. But it couldn't come out.
Sit in the car.
Ding Hongjun turned his head and kept looking around.
In the bustling city, around overpasses and roads, people stop to watch the excitement...
On both sides, there are skyscrapers tens to hundreds of meters high!
Through the curtain wall, you can vaguely see office workers holding teacups and mobile phones.…
…
He was sweating profusely and his body was shaking.
Ding Hongjun only felt that Ye Yuan seemed to be hidden in the surrounding environment everywhere.
"Go quickly!"
"Get out of here!"
In an instant, Ding Hongjun seemed to have thought of something and shouted quickly.
He didn't know if Ye Yuan asked his motorcade to stop here in order to prepare for a more terrifying act... maybe a more tragic car accident... or even a shocking accident. Explosion... Ding Hongjun was trembling in the carriage.
……
373 Rent a house and work.
On the screen, the scenes from the cameras under the overpass were played.
Ye Yuan stared at the fleet of cars going away.
In the path in front of him, in the steps... the fate of Ding Hongjun and Qian Wanhai was engraved, as if the cat was teasing the mouse in the palm of his hand, treating the entire Yangcheng as the background for the two people's fall... treating them Drag into true despair!
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Yangcheng Police Detective Bureau, a gray six-story building.
In the past two hours, the incident that occurred around Ding Hongjun's motorcade was watched by hundreds of pairs of eyes from the investigation team.
The staff found the source of the newspaper and the reason why it flew into the air.
The identities of the old man and the young man on the bicycle were watched by the hidden department of the National Security Bureau. On the one hand, it was to exclude their relationship with Ye Yuan; on the other hand, it was also to avoid a small probability of danger.
Rear area for this.
Cheng Xiaoxian looked at the staff who were constantly dispatching information, and a scene of information was projected in front of everyone's eyes.
On the screen, the file of the young man who had just fallen from the overpass appeared.
Name: Pan Yang.
Age: 21 years old.
Description: After investigation, his behavior was self-inflicted... Before the incident, he had killed his girlfriend...
After a brief pause.. The young staff member dispatching information looked shocked and handed over another piece of important information.
That was the last message that appeared on Yang's phone.
You are about to be wanted...
Your first reaction is to hide in the suburbs outside the city... It is expected that you will be arrested by the Yangcheng Police Detective Bureau at 21:19 today!
March 19, 2021. You will be sentenced to death...
The cold words deduced all the paths that should have happened to Pan Yang.
After the information, there are photos of police detectives from the criminal department.
…
Inspection room, silent.
All of this was driven by Ye Yuan's calculations.
"you say…"
"How will Ding Hongjun and Qian Wanhai die?"
The young man with dark circles looked at Cheng Xiaoxian and asked.
Cheng Xiaoxian met the young man's gaze and opened his mouth, but he still didn't speak.
Now, he only feels that everything is under Ye Yuan's calculation
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Time keeps passing.
The events surrounding Ding Hongjun and Qian Wanhai have never stopped. studio.
On a piece of white paper, Ye Yuan held a signature pen and wrote vigorously, recording one event after another.
On the evening of January 22, 2021, at 22:19:30, a grand opera ended at the Yangcheng Opera House. Qian Wanhai walked hurriedly, stepping on high heels, and hurriedly stepped on the red carpet... a very short The threads were entangled at the roots of her high heels, and the lines stretched out for a long time...
At the entrance of the marble stairs, Qian Wanhai fell heavily to the ground, her cheek hit the steps, and her face was covered in blood.…
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January 23, 2021. Ding Hongjun attended a business party. A black crow, symbolizing death, for some reason, desperately hit the glass...
The crow was shot by a gunman, and blood bloomed in the air.…
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January 24, 2021…
January 26, 2021…
January 29, 2021.…
…
The pace of death never stops, it seems to be getting closer and closer.
In the gaze looking down.
Ding Hongjun and Qian Wanhai could no longer distinguish between what was an accident and what was an incident driven by the mastermind behind the scenes.
This is nine days of darkness, despair, and powerlessness.
January 30, 2021, sunny, 8 o'clock in the morning.
Huadu District, rental house.
Ye Yuan woke up from the bed and took the calendar on the bedside table in front of him.
On this calendar, I only see that the day of the 30th and the following day of the 31st are both marked with heavy red circles with a red marker.
No. 31 is the calculated time of the butterfly effect in the path in front of Ye Yuan's eyes.
And No. 30 is... the closing time.
Ye Yuan finally looked away from Ding Hongjun and Qian Wanhai.
Look towards the last step in this series of paths. chuckled.
In the process of this promotion, Ye Yuan got a glimpse of many applications of paths.
……
Single family villa.
Luxurious and elegant living room.
The once graceful lady, Qian Wanhai, was lifeless. Only a little noise came from the surroundings. She was like a frightened rabbit, screaming, holding her head, crouching in the corner, her body trembling...
The second room of the Ding family. The person in charge, Ding Hongjun, had no expression on his face. After hearing the noise, he only raised his head and glanced at Qian Wanhai, then withdrew his gaze and looked in front of him in concentration.
"Today is the last day"
"Tomorrow, we can go back"
"They will compensate us, compensate the Ding family... After this time, the Ding family will be able to move to a higher level..."
The dull voice of words rang out.
At the garage door, the door was pushed open, and only a slight sound of opening the door could be heard. , Ding Hongjun, who had maintained his composure, suddenly became tense, breathing rapidly, and his arms were shaking uncontrollably..._
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