Chapter 134 Qu He is framed (Part 2)

The night in the mountains was thick and impenetrable, a deathly silence.

The sound of the impact still seemed to echo in my ears.

The front of the black Audi was dented, and a piece of metal had fallen off in front of the Porsche's headlights.

"There's been a car accident!"

"Come and see!"

There were men, women, and children all around, and everyone was holding up their phones, with the cameras pointed directly at Qu He.

When Qiao Mian uttered the words "drunk driving," it caused an uproar!

The look in everyone's eyes immediately shifted from spectatorship to blatant condemnation and anger.

"Drunk driving is a crime! And to hit a pregnant woman is just too immoral!"

"He looks so respectable, how could he do such a despicable thing!"

"Don't drink and drive! Didn't your parents teach you that? Or is the law powerless to stop you?"

"So what if you're rich? Does having money mean you can disregard the lives of ordinary people?"

The onlookers pointed at Qu He's white dress and Porsche, shouting in a shrill voice, "Just because you dress smartly and drive a luxury car doesn't mean you're so great! Drunk driving and hitting someone, you'll die a horrible death!"

Every word was filled with malice, and when it fell on Qu He, it felt as if it wanted to completely overwhelm her.

Qu He stood still, the dizziness from the impact not yet completely subsided, but a deeper chill had already spread to her limbs and bones.

Something's not right... Something's definitely not right.

She looked towards the Audi.

Anda scrambled off the car, his face contorted with panic upon seeing the blood beneath Qiao Mian, but his eyes darted away guiltily when they met Qu He's gaze.

His hands trembled as he grabbed his phone and made a call, urgently shouting into the other end, "Hello! 110? This is the downhill road from the Beicheng Garden Scenic Area, near the national highway intersection. Someone has caused an accident while driving under the influence of alcohol, hitting a pregnant woman. The driver's name is Qu He! Please come quickly!"

He hung up 110 before dialing 120, his tone still anxious.

But the way he made the phone calls in the wrong order made Qu He realize something was wrong, and her heart sank.

Should I call the police to charge him with drunk driving first, and then call an ambulance?

Something's really wrong.

From Yan Shu's meaningful gaze at the art exhibition, to her relentless demand to change cars, and then to the black Audi that "coincidentally" appeared at the intersection on the way down the mountain.

The links are interlocked and fit together perfectly, as if they were prophetic.

Was this really an accident?

The scolding and flashing lights enveloped her, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Qu He stood alone and helpless in the middle of the road, surrounded by endless darkness.

The shouts and curses continued, and Qiao Mian cried out, questioning Qu He whether she had done it on purpose.

Several young people, upon hearing the name "Qu He," immediately thought of the recent trending topic online. They shone their flashlights forward, trying to get a clear look at her face.

"No way, she's a well-known figure online?"

"Whoever she is, drunk driving is a crime!"

Qu He forced herself to remain calm and loudly explained, "I did not drink and drive!"

But her voice was quickly drowned out by the louder shouts and curses around her.

"No drunk driving? Who are you kidding!"

She got out of the car in a hurry, and the window was still open.

Suddenly, someone shouted exaggeratedly, pointing to the open car window: "Still saying you haven't been drinking? Smell this, there's such a strong smell of alcohol in the car, you're probably driving under the influence!"

As soon as the sound was made, several people gathered around, sniffed, and loudly echoed:

"Yes! It smells really strong! It's definitely baijiu!"

"Drunk driving! This is murder! Arrest her and send her to jail!"

Qu He felt a chill run down her spine; she too could smell the sudden, pervasive aroma of alcohol in the air.

She hurried to the back seat of the car to see what was going on, but a man wearing a plaid shirt jacket opened the back door first.

He climbed into the back seat, took a look, and came out holding an empty bottle of baijiu.

This is the intangible cultural heritage liquor that the organizers prepared for the banquet just now.

"The evidence is conclusive, and you still want to deny it?"

He shook the bottle, the pungent smell of alcohol spreading in the night breeze.

"This isn't my car, and this bottle isn't mine either!"

Qu He tried to explain, but no one paid any attention.

Those present only believed the "evidence" they saw.

When they saw her trying to get closer to the car, the man in the plaid shirt immediately pointed at her and shouted, "She's trying to destroy evidence! Stop her!"

Several men exchanged glances and immediately surrounded them, their eyes filled with hostility.

Some even reached out to her, their movements rude and their eyes lewd.

Qu He had no doubt that if she caught those malicious gazes, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Who knows what kind of disgusting news will circulate online tomorrow?

She found an opening, took a few steps back, quickly crawled back into the car, and locked the door.

As soon as I got into the car, a strong, pungent smell of alcohol wafted from the back seat, even though I hadn't smelled it when I got in.

Where does this smell come from?

And that wine bottle from earlier...

She dared not recall the specific details, only feeling her hands and feet were ice cold.

The sound of knocking on the car window kept ringing in my ears.

Qu He was looking for her phone, and as she reached out to the side, she accidentally pressed the start button, and the engine started.

The people outside became even more agitated upon hearing the commotion, and the man in the plaid shirt who was leading the group rushed forward, shouting, "She's trying to run away!"

"She's going to cause an accident and flee! We can't let her get away!"

The shouts and curses outside grew even more frantic, so Qu He quickly turned off the engine.

After finally finding my phone, I was about to dial Zhuang Bieyan's number when I heard police sirens in the distance.

Red and blue lights pierced the darkness.

"The police are here!"

Someone shouted, and the people surrounding the car finally stepped back.

Police (110) and ambulance (120) arrived at the scene almost simultaneously.

Police quickly brought the scene under control and began evacuating the crowd. Paramedics carried Qiao Mian onto an ambulance.

The man in the lead walked up to the Porsche and knocked on the window.

Qu He felt a little more at ease when she saw the uniform and slowly lowered the car window.

Outside the window was a cold, stern face, with familiar features.

His voice was calm and steady, with a touch of official business: "Hello, this is Gu Yu from the First Criminal Investigation Team of Beicheng. We have received a report that you are suspected of causing a traffic accident while driving under the influence of alcohol. Please cooperate with our investigation."

"A detective?"

Someone nearby muttered quietly, "Isn't drunk driving the responsibility of the traffic police?"

"What do you know? There's blood involved; it might be a criminal case!"

"Yes, if a drunk driver hits a pregnant woman, the situation is definitely more serious."

"Oh my, is it that serious? Won't you go to jail?"

Gu Yu glanced at the people taking pictures with their phones and gave his subordinates a wink.

A police officer stepped forward and said, "Please cooperate and delete the videos and photos you just took. Do not spread false information."

Those who had been watching the spectacle immediately fell silent.

The men who had been leading the commotion earlier had vanished without a trace.

Qu He was led out of the car by a policewoman, who considerately draped a coat over her shoulders, shielding her from the malicious probing gazes.

The sirens wailed.

Qu He was taken to the police car and sat in the back seat.

Gu Yu sat down next to her, looking down and typing rapidly on his phone.

Suddenly, he coughed softly twice, his elbow seemingly accidentally nudging Qu He.

Qu He subconsciously turned her head and saw the WeChat chat interface on his phone screen.

The person who noted "Farewell Banquet at Zhuang" sent a new voice message, which, when transcribed into text, contained only two simple words:

Don't be afraid.

Just two words shattered all of Qu He's fear and anxiety.

I endured all night, feeling emotional, fearful, and wronged...

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she could only turn her head to look at the gradually blurring night view outside the window.

Gu Yu typed a few words casually and put his phone away without making a sound.