Chapter 1185 1193 [Jiang Xia, take my stick]
Things went unexpectedly smoothly.
——Jiang Xia didn’t try to kidnap anyone. The editor at the time walked and came to a nearby construction site and stopped.
It was already time to get off work, and the construction site was dark and looked a bit creepy.
The editor at the time stared at the place hesitantly for a moment, then turned around and went in.
Jiang Xia: “…” Quite cooperative…
Development that is too smooth will inevitably make people feel alert.
But, no matter what, Jiang Xia just came to ask a friendly question. And this scene is not completely sealed off, there are gaps in all directions, so it is not difficult to leave.
He quickly followed.
…
The then editor walked into the construction site for a while, stopped in a relatively open place, turned his head and looked around, as if looking for someone.
At this moment, a polite voice suddenly came from behind him: "Good evening."
"!"
The editor at the time turned around abruptly, fixed his eyes on Jiang Xia, and after seeing his face clearly, he suddenly realized: "So it was you who called me here?! I was wondering why the police would meet someone in a place like this. Ha, a murderer on the run actually dared to impersonate a police officer. You are really bold..."
Jiang Xia: "..." Knowing that there was something wrong, he still dared to come alone to this place where it is most convenient to destroy the body. Who is so bold...
But these witnesses were not murderous.
Jiang Xia didn't say any more nonsense and waved his hand: "I just want to ask..."
"ah--!!"
The then editor seemed not as calm as he looked. As soon as Jiang Xia's hand moved, he shuddered, pulled out a nearby steel pipe, held it in his hand and shouted: "I am not a weak guy like Omura, just surrender, you murderer!"
Then he shouted angrily to give himself courage and rushed over waving the steel pipe.
“…”
Jiang Xia dodged the steel pipe, slashed Shi Ren's wrist with a knife, and tripped him at the same time.
The editor lost his balance and rolled out. His steel pipe also slipped out of his hand and was caught by Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia waved the steel pipe which felt nice, and seeing Shi Ren falling to the ground, he habitually wanted to step forward and beat him up.
However, his speed of action could not catch up with the speed at which the editor slid to his knees.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the editor at the time suddenly said, "Wait, let's have a chat. You seemed to want to ask a question just now... Um, what do you want to say?"
“…”
Jiang Xia weighed the steel pipe in his hand and decided not to bother with this harmless guy: "Did Ju Wuliu give you anything or leave you any message before he died?"
"...Leave a message?" The editor at the time seemed to remember something and said hesitantly:
“Come to think of it, before the birthday party started, Mr. Ju did come to me and talk to me for a few words.
"At first I thought he was interested in our publishing house, but he didn't talk about this at all. He just told me that if any guests at the party came to me and asked strange questions, I should tell them to ask Gui."
"Gui?" Jiang Xia quickly remembered that this seemed to be the host of the birthday party that day.
Just then, he suddenly heard a sound like a breaking tension.
He suddenly raised his head and saw that the pile of steel pipes two people high behind the then editor suddenly collapsed. The hard steel fell down with a loud bang, burying the then editor inside.
When Shi Ren saw the iron pipe falling, he let out a horrified scream, but soon thereafter he became silent and looked as if he was dead.
The collapsed iron pipe rushed to Jiang Xia's feet like a torrent. He moved a few steps to the side and quickly dodged it. He looked up behind the iron pipe and saw a piece of clothing passing through the gap in the wall. Someone hurriedly escaped from there and disappeared into the complex alley.
Jiang Xia looked at the gap and thought for a moment, but did not chase after it.
He wiped the fingerprints off the iron rod, threw it away, and turned to leave from the other side.
——Someone at the alley entrance was attracted by the huge noise. The two women looked inside the construction site curiously and saw a hand stretched out from under the steel pipe.
As soon as Jiang Xia's figure disappeared into the shadows, he heard two screams from behind him: "Ah——!! Someone's dead!!"
…
The screams of the two soon attracted the police.
Jiang Xia walked out of the alley from the other side and heard the sound of sirens getting closer and closer - there were vehicles speeding on both sides of the road, with a clear destination, heading towards the construction site.
Just as he was about to find a place to hide, Jiang Xia heard a soft knocking sound.
He looked in the direction of the sound and his eyes fell on a black car on the street. He saw that the car looked very familiar, it was the one that Vermouth had carefully selected and stolen before.
At this time, Vermouth was also sitting in the car. He met Jiang Xia's eyes and nodded slightly at him.
Jiang Xia understood, opened the car door and got in.
This time he didn't go to the passenger seat, but came to the back seat of the car.
"There's a whole food street nearby, and there are a lot of cars parked around. They probably won't check the inside of the vehicle carefully."
Vermouth quickly flipped over to the back seat of the car and sat next to Jiang Xia: "If they really check, they won't be able to open the door for a while, and we still have time to drive out - but we shouldn't have to go this far. In the police's view, the murderer has just finished killing someone and was seen by the onlookers. He must be fleeing far away in panic. The police won't waste too much time in this area, and will soon follow your possible escape route. Speaking of which..."
After she finished explaining her business, she turned to look at Jiang Xia and asked curiously, "That editor died so soon? Who killed him?"
Jiang Xia: "It was buried by steel bars. Someone broke the ropes that tied the steel bars."
Vermouth frowned: "This person really knows your movements, and we always meet at the same time..." She subconsciously looked at the car and almost suspected that it had a locator installed. But then she thought, if there really was one, the police would have already found it when they were in the hotel, so the problem should not be here.
…
The police car was parked near their vehicle. The door opened and several fully armed policemen rushed out.
The two fugitive "murderers" stopped communicating, crouched down and hid behind chairs, eavesdropping on the police's conversation.
Several police officers gathered on the street outside the car.
The detectives reported to the police chief: "A passing witness said that the murderer seemed to be the detective named 'Jiang Xia' - he had read reports on Jiang Xia's crimes before, so he could barely recognize him."
"Well, leave two people nearby to inquire about the situation and try to find the witness who provided clues just now." The police captain assigned the tasks with a serious expression, "The others immediately go to the nearby station and intercept the suspect before he escapes."
(End of this chapter)
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