Chapter 30 The dump truck is gone

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 30 The dump truck is gone

The method of this case is not very exquisite, and the background is not very profound. The main reason is that this car is lethal and energetic in the store. I don’t know if the unlucky store owner has received compensation.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing that Tang Ze's gaze was always stopping at the same place, Conan turned around and saw the closed bathroom door.

"That uncle, his condition is not right." Tang Ze talked casually, "How do you say... you have murderous intent?"

Conan was suspiciously paying attention to Tang Ze's expression, surprised that he was not joking: "...Are you serious? Although he really looks angry, he has murderous intentions or something..."

"Did I forget to say it just now?" Tang Ze smiled, "My parents are scholars in clinical medicine and psychology."

This is a very interesting statement. Conan carefully pondered the state of middle-aged people and asked: "So, are you concluding based on psychological judgments?"

"No, it should be said that I have experienced the feeling of being forced to the edge, the moment when I can't control myself and feel 'I want to kill him'. He made me feel like it." Tang Ze spoke in a few pretty stylish lines before he said the point, "It's been too long since he ran to the bathroom."

Did Tang Ze just say something very dangerous just now? The worry that if this new friend was not careful in the morning, he would have to send Tang Ze to the police station with tears in his eyes, and Conan was once again covered.

After about ten minutes, the middle-aged man walked out of the bathroom and returned to his seat.

After Tang Ze reminded him that Conan, who always noticed this person, caught the abnormality regardless of whether he believed it or not.

"He was licking his fingers just now," said Tang Ze.

"He changed his hand when he painted," Conan also said.

Both of them looked at each other and nodded.

I don’t know if it’s right or not, but they both paid attention to the middle-aged man’s table together.

"President Ohara, are you wrong?" Aihara pushed the paper on the table forward with a rude look, "Do you think I'm about to change jobs anyway, so you took the last chance to squeeze me? You'll have to finish so many things tomorrow?"

"Aihara, this is an expedited order. You know the situation when you follow it!" Ohara pushed the paper back without giving in, and took out a cigarette from his pocket and grabbed one.

He looked at the bus driving behind Aihara, touched it around, and said, "The lighter is gone, I'll look for it." After that, he got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Aohara mumbled and looked through the pages of the documents. Conan was about to follow President Ohara and see what he was going to do when he saw Tang Ze suddenly stood up.

"What's wrong?" Conan couldn't help but stand up.

"Car, that truck!" Tang Ze only said two words, and pushed open the store door and rushed out.

Conan repeated in confusion: "Truck?"

Without even thinking too much, he chased Tang Ze out of the store and saw Tang Ze's back as fast as an arrow, and the van on the top of the ramp, which was slowly accelerating.

Tang Ze's target was obviously this car. Conan realized the situation after a little reaction.

The truck was not moving backwards, but slipped down the slope, and in the direction-

It's this small shop located at the turn of the ramp!

Conan's pupils shrank and he also ran in that direction. Tang Ze had already chased to the truck that was getting faster, leaped on the ground, grabbed the rearview mirror of the vehicle and climbed up to the door.

Tang Ze looked into the unmanned cab, raised his right fist and smashed it hard towards the car window.

As Conan was shocked, Tang Ze smashed a hole in the car window with a spider-web-shaped crack. He reached in and opened the lock of the car door, pulled the door open, and flexibly climbed into the cab.

At this time, the truck accelerated to the speed of the motor vehicle. Fortunately, the truck's key was inserted into the keyhole, and Tang Ze started the engine and stepped on the brakes hard.

Even though Tang Ze's movements were coherent and smooth, the truck had already rushed to a place that was only more than 100 meters away from the store. Tang Ze stepped on the brakes and the truck dragged two obvious brake marks on the asphalt road. Amid the screams and screams of passers-by, the van was parked almost 2 meters away from the store.

"Tang Ze!" Conan, who ran out for more than ten meters and then turned back, was so heartbroken that he was so fierce that he jumped onto the open cab door and looked at his classmates who were performing the action blockbuster, "It's okay!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Tang Ze, who ran for two or three hundred meters, gasped and let go of the steering wheel and leaned on the back of the chair. "I did it, it's great, I did..."

He knew that as long as the purpose was to help others, Ke Xue World could allow any action blockbuster performance without any obstacles throughout the whole process, as if God helped.

In the shop behind them, Aihara, who had just inexplicably shouted and ran away while shouting, thought someone was running away from the order. When others turned their heads in screams, they saw the rear of the truck 2 meters away from the floor-to-ceiling window, and then they realized the fact that they almost died.

He yelled twice after a cold sweat, rolling and crawling away from his seat.

Tang Ze jumped out of the cab and looked at the shop that was in chaos, but at least no casualties, he breathed, and looked at the door of the car that had broken the glass by himself: "Oh, it seems I have to pay for a window..."

Passers who witnessed the thrilling scene reacted one after another, some exclaimed, and some applauded.

"Is this your focus?" Conan patted him angrily, then looked at Tang Ze's back of his hands and wrists scratched by glass, "Print it, the blood began to drip down!"

Among the skilled Mikacho people, someone had called the police and waited for Tang Ze to wrap his hands around with the bandages. Conan was stunned at the bandage he took out from his bag. The police had arrived at the scene quickly.

Because Tang Ze rescued the scene in time, the accident did not turn into a murder case, and the criminal policeman who came to search the first class was not.

After briefly answering the whole process of observing the strange movements of the truck on the slope, Tang Ze walked back to the shop amid the voice of the truck driver thanking him and repeatedly saying that he did not need compensation.

The books they bought were still on the table and they didn't take them away.

Aihara, who escaped the disaster, held Tang Ze's hand in one hand, and his excitement was beyond words: "Thank you very much, thank you very much. It's too dangerous. Oh my god, what kind of bad luck is this? It's hard to imagine that I would encounter such an accident..."

Tang Ze walked out of the bathroom and looked at President Ohara, whose face was blue and white, and said meaningfully: "It is also an alternative luck to survive such an accident, right?"

President Ohara glanced at the truck parked in front of the door and gritted his teeth secretly.

"This uncle." Tang Ze broke free from Aihara's hand and suddenly reached out and patted President Ohara on the shoulder, "You almost encountered danger. Be careful."

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"Did that uncle make the accident just now?" Half an hour later, Tang Ze and Conan, who assisted the police in completing the records, left the store, and Conan asked.

"It's a high probability." Tang Ze put his hand in his pocket and threw his commuter bag back. "The truck driver said that he wouldn't have parked the car in such a dangerous position, but he used a car parked in the unloading car today. He had to park on the slope. When he got off the car, he remembered that he had pulled the handbrake and locked the four-wheeler, but when I climbed in, the handbrake didn't pull it, and the car was the uncle's."

There were no real casualties or losses, and the case was closed with accidents caused by the truck driver's operational error. The only victim may be the truck driver's insurance company.

Not knowing the real method, Conan couldn't help but start to diverge: "How did he do it? Even if he climbed out of the window and pulled up the handbrake of the truck while going to the bathroom, it wouldn't be too late for him to return to the store, right?"

"There must be a delay device, and the time needs to be controlled."

"Yes, otherwise if he didn't have time to leave his seat, even he would be hit and killed. So what did he use?"

“High-strength cable?”

"It's unlikely, it's not easy to arrange it on the street... Well, ice cubes? Place ice cubes under the wheels of the car?"

"It sounds like I haven't done a device to pull the handbrake off yet."

"It's impossible. You didn't see anything when you crawled in. You said, will he do it again?"

"Who knows, maybe he used ice cubes to make the device? I don't think so. I feel it's impulsive and murderous intent. If I fail, I can't raise the kind of second time."

"You are really unreliable, will the ice cubes leave water marks?"

The two of them guessed each other and walked back leisurely.

Conan was twitching, while glanced at Tang Ze's wrist exposed outside his pocket, and his head was wrapped in gauze, and blood oozed slightly to print several pink lines on the gauze.

...So Tang Ze is indeed a good person.

Behind them, Akai Hideichi, who had witnessed everything today, pulled the mask on his face, stopped at the corner, quietly stared at Tang Ze's back and walked towards Polo Cafe.

Tang Zezhao not only grew up healthy and healthy, but also grew up to be an excellent child. You will be pleased with him when you know it.

On the further streets, in the dark alleyways, Kazuo Ohara, who failed to succeed, walked angrily on the way back to the company.

Next week, Aihara will resign. If this time is not successful, Aihara may never want to go to the store that almost killed him. His murder plan will no longer be implemented again.

He sighed with no idea whether he was unwilling or gladly.

His hand reached to the cigarette box in his jacket, trying to light a cigarette to relieve his boredom, but his fingertips first touched the edge of the hard paper.

"What..." Ohara Kazuo frowned and pulled it out.

This is a red card, the size of a business card, and the top is made of large and small pieces of characters cut by newspapers, forming a short letter.

"We have known all your sins and sins.

Don't be lucky because you fail to commit your sins.

The monster thief group of hearts is honored"

sry, I wrote it late today_(:з」∠)_Laili!
Chapter completed!