"Screech..."
The mountain-brand pickup truck emitted a piercing friction noise, the tires almost sparking against the ground, and before the car came to a complete stop, a figure leapt out from inside.
Fang Zheng rushed over and looked at Dapeng:
"What's going on?"
"I don't know." Dapeng's eyes were dull, his expression dazed:
"I really don't know anything."
"You..." Fang Zheng clenched his fist, striding toward the crime scene.
"Stop!"
"You can't go in there."
A police officer shouted loudly, reaching out to block him.
"Let him come over." He Jiangdong, who was checking the scene inside, motioned with his hand:
"Boss Fang might be able to provide some clues."
"Yes."
Quickly making his way to the scene, Fang Zheng lowered his head, his gaze fixating on one of the bodies, his eyes involuntarily narrowing, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out prominently.
Shi Xin!
He... is really dead!
How could this happen?
