Chapter 537 Above the Posing (72) [VIP]

The Lake District Park is more lively at night than during the day.

Students from several nearby schools who skipped evening self-study gathered here. Boys and girls squatted in a circle, trying to imitate the "mature people in society" in their minds by wearing clothes that were inappropriate for their age, and using mobile phone stands to shoot videos under the street lights where many small flies were flying around.

In addition to the people taking videos, there were many people squatting nearby smoking and sitting on the lawn playing with their mobile phones. There were few light sources in the park, and there was only a light yellow street lamp every five or six meters on the walkway. The area outside the walkway was pitch black. The people taking short videos were making too much noise, and no one noticed that not far from the crowd, there was a girl in a black T-shirt holding a cigarette, who silently blended into the group of students.

——It was Wen Qi who followed the path pointed out by the little ghost and came here.

Wen Qi held a lit cigarette awkwardly between two fingers and blended quietly into the group of thugs, his eyes fixed on the black car behind the heavy shadows of the trees.

The black car Chen Lei was in was covered with anti-peep film. In addition, it was already night time and the lights were not on in the car. Even if he put his face close to the window and looked inside, he would not be able to see anything without a flashlight.

However, Wen Qi does not need to "look" to obtain information.

"There are two people squatting in the bushes over there," said the kid, sitting on a mushroom-shaped speaker in the bushes in the park, holding a cigarette in his hand, "They are the two people who got in the white van just now."

Unlike Wen Qi, Xiao Gui followed Zhang Weijing and Zhang Xujiao into their car when they left with Chen Lei. Just now, when the two of them went to the bar, two middle-aged men in a white van followed them. When Xiao Gui came back, Wen Qi immediately told him the information about the two people following them.

She was also told the word her teacher used to describe the two people - "unexpected gain".

Scarao asked her if she was lucky, and said that it was an unexpected gain, which was enough to show that it was a probability event for these two people to appear here.

Then why these two people came...it seems to become particularly clear.

"Are these two heading for Chen Lei?" Wen Qi was talking halfway when she suddenly saw the cigarette in Xiao Gui's hand and asked in surprise, "Where did you get the cigarette?"

She lit the cigarette just to blend in with these gangsters, and used the faint red light of the cigarette butt to express the subtext of "there is someone here".

Where did this kid get this thing?

"You burned it for me," the little ghost said in a more surprised tone, "isn't it? I was just wondering why you burned it?"

Although his mental age is nearly 30 years old, with his current baby-like appearance, it is obvious that he cannot smoke, right?

Wen Qi: ...

She had forgotten that the things in her hands would be "burned" to the dead souls by the flames.

"No, I just ordered this for fun," she twitched her lips and quickly changed the subject, "Those two people should be going to find Chen Lei."

This is not just a blind guess.

When she noticed these two people, she quickly memorized their characteristics and conveyed them to the teacher while thinking about them herself.

First of all, the financial status of these two people must not be very wealthy.

Although the clothes they were wearing were not obviously ill-fitting, they showed obvious signs of being washed multiple times. The color of areas with high wear rates, such as the knees and elbows, was lighter than the surrounding areas.

The van they drove was also of a very cheap brand and model. Wen Qi took some photos and searched online, and found that the price on the primary market was also shockingly low. It was a model that should have been eliminated from the market long ago.

Just now at the door of the bar, the middle-aged woman walked back and forth several times. Wen Qi, who had been behind the wall, saw the faint white hair showing through the ends of her black hair.

You can disguise driving a cheap car and wearing cheap clothes, but you can’t disguise the faint hint of white hair showing through the ends of your hair.

When people reach middle age, their gradually blurred vision, declining physical fitness, and reduced energy all demonstrate the cruelty of time and the aging of the body. If the previous ones are still signs of aging that only they know about, then gray hair is a declaration that everyone knows.

Most people would choose to cover up the gray hair with dye.

In this case, if a person has a lot of white hair but does not use any covering products, it can basically be judged that he has not paid attention to his external image for at least two to three years.

This situation may occur either because his life is too busy and he is exhausted just making ends meet, leaving him with no time to maintain his external image, or he is too financially strapped to do so. Or, for him, gray hair is just a stage in life and he can accept any image of himself when he gets older.

Judging from the current situation, these two people are obviously closer to the former.

Even if Zhang Weijing and Zhang Xujiao are not good people, the circles they usually interact with are mostly classmates in aristocratic schools or relatives and friends of their parents and elders. It is basically impossible for them to have any intersection with such people, let alone let such people follow them.

So it was obvious who these two were following - Chen Lei.

Could it be that these two people were really the parents of Chen Lei’s ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend who were killed, and they went to the police station to seek revenge after seeing the information online?

No wonder her teacher asked her if she was lucky... She was able to find Chen Lei immediately after seeing the message, and was able to follow Zhang Xu and Zhang Weijing's car steadily, and witnessed them killing Chen Lei... Who wouldn't say she was lucky?

Wen Qi was lucky to have encountered the victim coming to her door, and the two people who found Chen Lei and witnessed his murder were also lucky.

"Zhang Xujiao and Zhang Weijing are back." The little ghost suddenly appeared.

"Hiss..." Wen Qi retracted her hand and quickly put out the cigarette in her hand, "Why are they back?"

She had been lost in thought and had not paid attention to the cigarette in her hand. Now the cigarette butt had burned to the cigarette holder. The flames burned her fingertips and she almost threw the cigarette butt away subconsciously.

Didn’t these two just pretend to have a quarrel and then ran to the lake to play with their phones?

The kid threw away the cigarette butt in his hand: "I'm not sure, let's make sure whether Chen Lei is dead or not."

*

"Master Zhang Xu, are you sure he is dead now?" Zhang Weijing said in a worried voice.

Although she and Zhang Xujiao had a good plan, whether Chen Lei could die or not still depended on whether he would choke himself to death.

"I'm not sure," Zhang Xujiao was also unsure, "but if we don't kill Chen Lei, these thugs will leave."

They are all students from nearby vocational schools. Although these schools do not strictly manage students, there is still a curfew in the student dormitories.

After curfew, you can climb over the school railings, but you can’t get into the dormitory building.

Zhang Weijing was heartless and started playing with her phone as soon as she got to the lake. Professor Zhang Xu walked around the park and accidentally heard the students talking about the dormitory closing time. He then realized that they would be back in less than half an hour, so he quickly pulled Zhang Weijing back to the car.

The black car seemed to be still in the same state as when they left. The broken bottles around it were all those that the two of them had deliberately smashed. Zhang Weijing walked in front, opened the car door halfway, and looked inside.

In the pair of wine bottles that they deliberately piled up, Chen Lei's figure was vague and seemed motionless.

She tiptoed into the car, looked inside cautiously, and the expression on her face changed: [Still alive].

This person is really lucky.

There were obviously all kinds of white wine, red wine and cocktails deliberately piled up all around him, and he was holding a glass bottle of wine of unclear brand, but he just didn't get drunk, vomit or choke himself to death.

Zhang Xujiao nodded slightly, obviously having anticipated the current situation.

Choking to death on one's own vomit is an accidental event that does not happen to everyone who falls asleep alone after being drunk.

And apart from anything else...the authenticity of the wine in the bar is indeed questionable.

Chen Lei hasn't vomited yet. Maybe it's not the person's problem, but the alcohol's problem.

"Since he's not dead yet, let's give him a hand," Zhang Xujiao took a small step forward and took a cushion from the front seat. "Here."

"Why are you taking my cushion? Why don't you use yours...Okay, okay, I'll take it." Zhang Weijing complained softly, and under the stern gaze of her brother, she reached out and grabbed the pillow.

Zhang Xujiao took out another cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, then took a deep breath, walked straight to Chen Lei, and blew a large puff of secondhand smoke into his face.

"Why are you smoking..." Before Zhang Weijing could react to what he was doing, the next second, Chen Lei, who was lying on his seat, frowned a little uncomfortably, looking very uncomfortable.

Zhang Xujiao kept his expression unchanged, took a big breath expressionlessly, and continued to spit towards Chen Lei who was frowning and adjusting his breathing.

Chen Lei's face suddenly became visibly worse.

His throat rolled a few times, and suddenly he frowned, covering his throat and began to dry heave.

"This is..." All of Zhang Weijing's remaining words were suppressed by Zhang Xujiao's eyes.

"Second-hand smoke," Zhang Xu taught in a low voice, "I feel like vomiting when I smell this after drinking."

They couldn't wait for Chen Lei to choke himself to death, so they decided to give him a hand.

Chen Lei in his seat had not yet realized that he had become a target. He covered his throat and retched a few times in discomfort. He felt that the potato chips and dried fruits he had eaten before drinking had all risen to his throat and mixed with stomach acid, making his throat sore from the spiciness.

At this moment, he seemed to hear Zhang Xujiao's voice: "Cover his face."

What?

Before Chen Lei could react, he felt a huge force lifting him up from his bent over position to lying forward.

Then, a soft cushion with a faint fragrance was placed directly on his face.

Chen Lei subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the moment he stretched out his hand, another soft cushion hit him and pinned down his hands and legs.

"Mmmm..." He yelled randomly.

"Be more forceful," Zhang Xujiao glared at his sister in frustration, "Are you giving him a massage?"

They wanted to suffocate Chen Lei to death, and Zhang Weijing was so strong that he was afraid that he would not shout for help.

Zhang Weijing gritted her teeth, turned around, and used her elbow to slam the pillow into Chen Lei's face.

The face under her hand struggled fiercely, but Zhang Xujiao found strength from nowhere and actually pressed Chen Lei down so hard that he could only shake his head in vain, trying to get rid of the pillow.

It's definitely impossible to get rid of it.

Zhang Weijing got furious and held the pillow tightly, using one elbow to prop it up. With the other hand, she grabbed the cigarette butt that Zhang Xujiao had stuck on the front seat, took a deep puff, and spit into the gap in the pillow.

Chen Lei, who was desperately trying to get air, was choked instantly. The sound of coughing mixed with the nausea in his stomach came up together.

He was drunk to begin with, and his limbs somehow managed to generate some strength to resist, but after being choked, they suddenly became limp. Zhang Xujiao seized the opportunity, quickly let go of the hands that were pressing on his legs, and pressed down on the pillow that Zhang Weijing was hugging, increasing his strength.

Chen Lei, who was completely unable to breathe, struggled violently for a few times, but the strength in his hands was much less than before.

Zhang Xu taught him to press the buttons while counting silently in his mind. After counting to one hundred, he let out a long sigh, leaned back and leaned back in his seat.

Zhang Weijing took a small step back, and the pillow fell off Chen Lei's face.

His face was still flushed from the violent coughing, and his breath...

Zhang Weijing calmly stretched out a hand and paused under his nose for a few seconds.

"He's not breathing."

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