Eight Zero: I was born again after the divorce

The security team in the town here just got the news.

The above did not say that it must be coming this way, because there are two branches of this road, which may become the direction Zhou Ziming escaped, depending on what car he stopped at that time.

Therefore, it is only possible and suspected.

But this case is of great importance, and it is an order issued by the Supreme Bureau, and they dare not neglect it at all.

The driver took the newspaper and realized that what they were looking for was the fugitive with a reward of 1000 yuan.

This person, fled to this direction?

The driver frowned and carefully identified the black-and-white photo, and finally said to the conductor: "Xiao Zhou, take a look."

He was driving in front, and the person who got out of the car was wearing a mask and hat, so he couldn't recognize him.

The conductor took the newspaper and looked into those eyes seriously, his face slowly turning pale.

"These eyes, it seems, seem a little similar."

Although she didn't see the face, the eyes did have some resemblance.

The conductor quickly told about the man wearing a hat and a mask.

"He held a letter of introduction for seeing a doctor and shaved his head, as if he was seriously ill. I, I didn't think about that."

No wonder he was so excited when he wanted to get out of the car. It turned out that he was a murderer.

Thinking that he had chatted and laughed with him earlier, the conductor's back felt cold.

The security officer hurriedly asked, "Which way are you going?"

"In that village over there, he said he wanted to find a bullock cart."

A person suspected of Zhou Ziming appeared, and the town office hurriedly called to report to the above, and at the same time arranged personnel to hunt down Zhou Ziming in the direction where he fled.

Those people went into the village to inquire, and when they heard that no strangers had entered the village, they dispersed and started searching the surrounding roads and forests in groups of two.

The police force in the small town is limited, and there are no police dogs available, so they can only rely on manpower, which is inefficient.

Half an hour later, several police cars arrived, five police dogs and more than a dozen special police officers joined the search team, and soon found Zhou Ziming's disguised mask in a mountain.

Not long after the task force arrived, Ye Zhen also came over on a motorcycle.

Taking off the helmet, she glanced at the forest not far away, listening to the occasional dog barking, the corners of Ye Zhen's mouth slightly curled up.

Zhou Ziming, this time, you can't fly with your wings.

Ye Zhen parked the car and Man Pan came over.

"Master, do you need our people to come up?"

Ye Zhen: "No need, let's rest."

Don't underestimate the strength of the regular army.

Man Pan nodded, and said to Ye Zhen: "The secretary of the town wants to invite you to the office to have a rest and drink tea."

Ye Zhen turned her head to look, and sure enough, she saw a middle-aged man standing a few steps away, smiling very warmly at him.

Ye Zhen also smiled, "All right."

Anyway, I'm waiting for news, sitting is worse than standing.

Ye Zhen agreed to go to the town office to take a break. The leaders of the town were happy as if celebrating the new year. They were thinking about handing over a plan or something. There is a state-owned flour mill in the town, so I don't know if they need it .

After a while, Ye Zhen drank tea leisurely in the town office.

And on the highest mountain not far from the town, Zhou Ziming was standing on the edge of the cliff, throwing the backpack in his hand down the cliff.

Now he is no longer suitable for carrying things on his body, he is too tired.

After throwing down the backpack, Zhou Ziming only had two steamed buns and the dagger in his hands.

While nibbling on the steamed bun in his hand, he continued to move forward.

The sound of dogs barking in the distance seemed to be getting closer. Looking at the gradually darkening sky above his head, he kept cheering himself up in his heart.

Hold on, hold on, it will be dark soon, when all things will be delayed, all actions will be blocked.

He had a chance to escape, definitely had a chance to escape.

Feeling anxious, he didn't swallow the steamed bun, and Zhou Ziming coughed because of the choking.

He also threw away the steamed bun in his hand, leaving only the dagger in his hand.

After turning over a mountain, Zhou Ziming wanted to leave from the ravine halfway up the mountain, but he heard dogs barking from below, and he was surrounded.

There was no way out, so Zhou Ziming had no choice but to head towards a hill on the left.

The constant climbing exhausted his physical strength quickly, and Zhou Ziming soon felt that those feet were not his own, so he had to rely on instinct to climb forward.

Yes, he can't stop.

He is very aware of the consequences of stopping.

Killing for life, he will eat a gun.

That's right, he killed Hu Chuan, not Cui Gui.

Cui Gui didn't kill him at that time, and Hu Chuan was still breathing. Later, when he went back to deal with the "corpse", the man held his head and wanted to run away, but Zhou Ziming smashed his head completely with a stone.

As long as Cui Gui is arrested and cooperates with the autopsy, the truth of Hu Chuan's death will be revealed immediately.

So he can't stop, and now he is dying.

Persevere, it will be dark soon, and when the forest is dark, the actions of those people will be hindered, and they may even be suspended.

Yes, keep going, he can escape, he will definitely escape, God will not let him die like this, absolutely not!

Sweat on Zhou Ziming's forehead flowed down his hair and cheeks like rain, and his vision became blurred. He didn't know whether it was the dark sky or the sweat soaked his eyes. Wherever his eyes went, black spots appeared. Afterimage.

When he came under a big tree, Zhou Ziming took a few breaths and wanted to see the situation behind him, but found that not only could he not see clearly, but he could not hear anything except his own breathing and heartbeat.

What's the matter, are you too tired?

Zhou Ziming shook his head and continued to move forward.

He didn't know how far those people were from him, but he knew very well that he couldn't stop at this moment.

The instinct of survival constantly stimulates the potential in his body, and his limit is constantly enlarged and stretched.

But after all, people are driven by flesh and blood. When he can't see things and hear outside sounds, his physical energy has been exhausted.

The end of the limit is loss of consciousness. Although Zhou Ziming has been warning himself not to have that kind of situation, he still fell into a semi-comatose state.

In this state, he quickly lost his footing and rolled down the hill.

The feeling of weightlessness made Zhou Ziming's mind a little clearer, but this was just to keep his consciousness from dispersing.

At this time, Zhou Ziming couldn't even scream.

He didn't know how high, how far, and how dangerous it was to fall.

All he knew was that the constant rolling and bumping made his head, face, and every part of his body ache like heart-pounding pain.

The pain made his legs finally feel.

He felt the pain, both physically and mentally.

He knew very well that he couldn't escape this time.