northernbook Chapter 129 It’s him
Chapter 129 It’s him
Highway toll gate.
19 points.
There is still a long queue.
Lu Yaoguang had just finished the GSR shooting residue test.
The results will take some time to come out.
The Wushu Association searched each car for suspicious objects.
Arrived at Lu Yaoguang's MPV.
There was nothing in the trunk.
The warrior in charge of the inspection frowned.
Turned around and went to the next one.
The staff at the toll booth nearby was a little confused, but couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.
The staff member turned around and looked at the traffic, his brows twitching with anxiety.
He smiled and reported to the leading warrior in a low voice: "Every silver van must be stopped. Our emergency lane is full. Today is a working day. There are many people who work in the city and settle in the suburbs. Now they are hungry and stuck..."
The warrior said coldly: "I asked you to do the job, not to stand up for them. Do you have the right to speak here?"
Lu Yaoguang looked on indifferently.
In front of the warriors.
The struggles of ordinary people are worthless.
It has been like this since ancient times.
He leaned against the railing of the highway green belt.
Let the rain flow across your face.
I accidentally remembered the voice just now.
Calm and indifferent.
It sounds clear and very nice.
However, this time it was still beyond his expectations.
The other hunter who hunted the pine spirit was actually a young woman.
In front of the toll booth.
The staff member felt a little lost.
I could only keep myself alert and continue helping to check the vehicles.
He has worked at the toll station for a long time, from being young and strong to gray-haired. From the toll station that was envied by everyone to the ETC automation, he is facing the pressure of losing his job at any time. He has seen too many cars, good, bad, brand new, and modified.
The elderly staff member suddenly paused.
The MPV just now.
The chassis of that MPV is obviously not that high, but when you open the trunk, it seems like it is raised up by an extra layer!
He was shocked.
Slipping in the rain -
"Be careful."
Lu Yaoguang came up and held him firmly.
He straightened his raincoat.
The staff thanked us repeatedly.
Lu Yaoguang reached out and put a piece of soft bread in his hand, and said in a gentle voice: "The red Hyundai behind us is flashing its hazard lights. I heard that the female owner didn't eat dinner and has low blood sugar. I'm still waiting for the test results, so it's not convenient for me to leave too far. Only you can help her, thank you for your trouble."
The staff looked serious.
It will be there soon.
He suddenly thought of something and his eyelids jumped: "You, you are the owner of that MPV——"
Lu Yaoguang hummed softly.
Look at him calmly.
Their eyes suddenly met in the night drizzle.
The staff's expressions changed several times, becoming complex and difficult to discern.
Lu Yaoguang's gaze was as calm as a deep pool.
For a moment, I couldn't tell whether he knew nothing or everything.
Behind the two people.
The first batch of GSR test results have come out ahead of schedule.
Soon it will be the turn of the second batch of car owners including Lu Yaoguang——
A shrill ringing sound suddenly rang out.
A Wushu Association manager shouted from a distance:
"The instructions from above have changed. Ordinary people are allowed to pass, but suspicious warriors are allowed to stay!"
"Don't understand?"
"Let go of all the ordinary people, don't waste time!"
The traffic was silent for a moment.
Then at last there was a cheer.
The clerk in charge of testing gunshot residues nearby was surprised: "Well, what about these samples?"
The warrior said impatiently: "Throw it away, it's useless!"
In the emergency lane.
All the unlucky silver vehicles started turning on their lights and getting ready to start.
Lu Yaoguang smiled.
Put the snack soft bread into the staff's hand and gently hold his hand: "Go ahead, thank you for your trouble."
The staff looked at him.
Finally, he sighed, turned around and left in the rain.
Lu Yaoguang returned to the driver's seat.
The aunties who were carpooling were all cursing Wu Xie, and they were distressed when they saw him walk in: "Why is a young man in so much rain? Hey, he's wearing headphones. Who are you talking to on the phone? Your girlfriend?"
Lu Yaoguang smiled.
Turn the key and shift gears.
He whispered into the Bluetooth headset.
"--Thanks."
City S.
Wushu Association.
Songyang was furious.
His temples were throbbing with anger. "Song Ling hasn't been found yet. Who gave the order to let everyone go?"
The staff of the Wushu Association didn't even dare to breathe.
I could only smile and say: "It's like this, the highway exit has been blocked for two hours. Even the ambulances are stuck, it really affects people's livelihood..."
Song Yang: "I want to ask, who gave the order?"
The room was extremely quiet.
You can even hear a pin drop.
No one can withstand the wrath of the Grand Master.
Until someone pushed the door open.
"I."
Several staff members were surprised: "Professor Pei!"
Pei Mingye nodded.
Pei Mingye’s cultivation is at the late Grandmaster level.
But he holds a teaching position at Yan University and has many students all over the world.
Compared with the great master Song Yang who was worshipped by the Song family and always put the status of the aristocratic family first, he did not have too many interests involved. In addition to chasing the murderer, he only did two things: training students and going out on field missions for the country.
Pei Mingye's position in the Wushu Association happened to be at the same level as Song Yang.
Song Yang looked at him with burning eyes.
All the anger was suppressed.
Pei Mingye is in his prime.
Warriors have their true essence to protect their bodies, and their body functions are usually maintained at that of youth or middle age. However, Pei Mingye, who is in his forties, looks like Song Yang in his sixties, with sunken eye sockets and gray hair on his temples.
Twenty years of pursuit.
too long.
Pei Mingye pulled out a chair and sat next to Song Yang.
"I asked them to release all the ordinary people. Ordinary people cannot kidnap innate warriors."
"Gun? I've never heard of it. Guns are useful for warriors."
“What can ordinary people do?”
"Pei Mingxue, she was just an ordinary little girl back then."
"Are you right, Grandmaster Song?"
Songyang's expression suddenly changed.
dozens of kilometers away.
Xuanchuang headquarters.
Chu Yan hung up the phone with Pei Mingye.
Walking quickly in the park, wearing headphones, he instructed Ke Enci:
"Have you found out? All the missing gun parts were handled by him?"
"Give me the number of his staff dormitory."
"what?"
Chu Yan frowned:
“He is the research project leader.”
"With so many people in the lab, no one remembers where he lives?"
"Check the employee directory."
--arrive.
is here.
Chu Yan couldn't wait for his assistant to deliver the keys.
He kicked open the simple door.
The furnishings inside are simple.
There is a guitar hanging on the wall.
Chu Yan opened the drawer.
None of the gun parts that Xuan Chuang lost were there.
In the drawer, there was a poster quietly placed there.
——Red Tide Band, "The Vanishing Him" theme album livehouse performance, see you there.
Chu Yan's pupils suddenly shrank.
"……It's him."