Affectionate trapping

The red and blue lights were flashing on Kangzhuang Avenue. In a black SUV ahead, Song Chiyao grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Turn off your sirens, stay away from us, and remember not to act rashly."

He put down his hand and asked, "How far is it?"

"We are catching up at the fastest speed now, and the distance is ten kilometers."

His heart sank, and his brain turned like a gear in a motor: "Check the location of Yang Gong."

Quan Chi's phone calls came one after another, and before he could open his mouth, he shouted anxiously on the other side: "Where did you find Lao Shen?"

The voice broke through the earpiece and reached the policewoman's ears. She turned on the computer and answered the call in a timely manner: "I found it. It's only ten meters away from Yang Chuanhai."

Song Chiyao didn't want to listen to Quan Chi's roar anymore, so he cut off the phone and shared the location with Quan Chi.

Ten meters away, the scene of a car accident is just a little careless.

Yang Chuanhai played such a big game of chess to get himself out of Shen Yuzhou's car accident, but is he going to die here?

Song Chiyao suddenly thought of the text message Yao Manqing had received, and his eyebrows frowned. Where would she be at this time?

The red-orange sunset is about to sink into the sea, and the remaining afterglow seems to be calling for help on the verge of death.

The light pierced into Shen Yuli's eyes, and the scene of Wen Xi sitting in his co-driver on the day he was reborn suddenly played out in his mind.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly with his palms, and landed on the red truck that was chasing after him through the rearview mirror.

If certain memories are too chaotic, they will always be vague when recalling them normally, but if similar scenes reappear, there will be a flash of inspiration.

——This is the car that whizzed by in the previous life.

The rebirth of him and Wenxi caused the butterfly effect, they just flapped the wings of the butterfly, causing the related events to undergo large or small changes.

The speed of the car was getting faster and faster, and the mobile phone that had fallen on the bottom of his feet was constantly vibrating, but he didn't dare to bend down to pick it up.

Shen Yuli observed the road conditions, made a turn and drove to another narrow road.

The big truck barely squeezed in, and the narrow road didn't slow him down, but he just followed it not too far away, like a hand of death, waving at you close at hand, but deliberately not moving forward.

Yang Chuanhai curled his lips jokingly, and when the phone rang, he picked it up unhurriedly.

A woman's terrified voice came from inside: "Chuanhai! I told you not to be impulsive, what are you doing now?!"

Yang Chuanhai's smile froze suddenly, and he was silent.

"Don't be stupid, stop now..."

There was a faint cry, accompanied by apologies, he heard what was going on, and raised his lips again: "Did they come? Did they come to beg you?"

"Chuanhai..."

"Did she kneel in front of you and beg to let her son go? Is she as humble now as you were then?"

The woman understood his intention in an instant, but her heart was twisted like a knife, "Enough, enough, Shen Yuzhou is dead, enough is enough."

"Not enough!" Yang Chuanhai said angrily: "What's the use of apologizing? They have to suffer as much as us to be considered an apology!"

"Shen Yuzhou, Shen Yuzhou!" He frowned suddenly, the sudden tinnitus sounded like a high-speed electric current swirling in the cochlea, he had a splitting headache, and the unexpected dizziness dropped suddenly.

"Chuanhai, did you listen to me? Chuanhai——"

"Brother, I feel so bad."

"Brother, why doesn't he want me..."

"elder brother--"

"Qingqing..." His eyes were red, and there were many things in front of him like a blurred dream.

"Qingqing."

"elder brother."

"Chuanhai!"

The world was turned upside down and fragmented, and Yang Chuanhai suddenly let out a roar.

boom--!
The sound of crackling glass shattering followed, and his body suddenly leaned forward, slamming into the steering wheel hard, and the noise in his ears gathered into a bunch of exciting sounds that penetrated the eardrum...

Shen Yuli covered his forehead, slowly opened his eyes, and touched a patch of red.

"Grass…"

After the buzzing in his head gradually subsided, he groped to pick up the vibrating mobile phone, and said weakly: "Hello..."

"Shen Yuli!" Wen Xi cried, his voice trembling: "Shen Yuli, are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm fine, don't worry." He wiped the blood from his eyes and said softly, "It's fine, don't cry baby."

"Oh, Shen Yuli... Uncle and aunt have gone to Yang Chuanhai's house, why haven't you answered the phone? Where are you? I'll look for you now, master, please go—"

"Don't come!" He tried to keep calm, "I'll go home right away, wait for me obediently at home."

"Good."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone without pausing, took a few deep breaths, and looked back at the car. He could vaguely see the people on it with their heads tilted as if they had fallen into a coma.

Shen Yuli dialed 120, started the car after reporting the address, and drove away from the place quickly enduring his headache.

When Song Chiyao and others arrived, there was only a broken car and the unconscious Yang Chuanhai left.

Yang Chuanhai still breathed out, he left a few people to investigate the scene, just about to get in the car, a white car stopped in front of him, and Shen Lu came out from the back door.

"What about the reception?"

"you are--"

"I'm his father, what about others?"

Song Chiyao looked him up and down, without asking why he found this place, and said directly: "I'm going to Yang Chuanhai's house, I'm going there."

The sky was pulling at the end of the darkness, and the Cayenne flicked to a stop on the side of the road. The hanging rear lights were finally overwhelmed and fell to the ground.

Shen Yuli was not in the mood to care about it, as soon as he got out of the car, he heard Yao Manqing's heart-piercing cries.

The blood from the top of his head dried up on his face, drawing strange red marks one after another. His face was as heavy as a Shura, and he stepped into the open door against the falling sky.

"We knew we were wrong, let Yuli go, he is innocent, he doesn't know anything..."

The woman pushed her: "You go, your son is not here!"

Yang Gong next to him uttered continuous curses at the phone.

Yao Manqing seemed to have fallen into some deep illusion, and just apologized over and over again: "We shouldn't have treated you like that, it's our fault, I can't lose another child, please—"

Shen Yuli had never seen her like this. In his eyes, she had been strong, weak, domineering and downtrodden, but she was never humble and cowardly.

Yao Manqing begged the two of them as if he had nowhere to go, his knees almost went limp on the ground.

He gritted his teeth, and went over to pull Yao Manqing up. She just woke up from a dream. When she saw Shen Yuli, her eyes widened.

"Yuli! Why are you here..."

It was already dark, because he couldn't see Shen Yuli's appearance clearly with his eyes after crying for too long, he didn't answer her, pushed Yao Manqing behind, and walked towards the two of them step by step.

Yang Gong stepped forward to block in front of the woman, Shen Yuli grabbed him by the collar, grabbed him and forced him back to the back wall.

He approached, staring at the person in front of him with blood-stained pupils, like a suppressed beast, and squeezed out a voice that only two people could hear: "We have found out the truth of the car accident. Don't appear in front of us again."

Yang Gong's pupils froze and his arms tensed.

"Today sounds good. I accidentally bumped into it. It doesn't sound good. It's his attempted murder and two car accidents. How many years do you think it was?"

When Yang Gong was short of breath, Shen Yuli let go of his hand, raised his hand to pat his collar, and smoothed it off slowly.

"That's it."