What was displayed in front of Nalan Yejue was: four extended trucks, squeezing an ordinary purple taxi in the middle, had turned into a pile of scrap iron.

The ground was covered with blood. The traffic police at the scene sighed and said that such cross-serial car accidents were very rare and none of them survived.

The ambulances that arrived and those carried out from the stretcher were all broken arms, broken legs and wrinkled clothes wrapped in organs that could not be distinguished.

The degree is terrible, far more shocking than news photos.

No one survived.

Four words define Lan Qingxin's death.

Nalan Yejue's eyebrows were tightly furnished!

"I want to see our hearts! Where is our hearts?"

"I don't believe that Sister Xin is dead. Woo woo, I asked her to copy my big questions during the exam, and she copied them very seriously!

"Xinxin, you haven't tasted the kiwi milk I gave you yet... and your winter chrysanthemums and lavender. Who will take care of you after you leave? I'm very careless and I will water them to death... Please come back soon..."

"Sister Xin, I agreed to get a score of 61 points and anger Gou Dachun to death. Let his name be written in a stupid big dog with his backwards!"

"I don't believe that Sister Xin will leave us, so I agreed to go and see the racing together!"

"I want to see people in my life, and I want to see corpses in my life!"

A group of boys and girls in Imperial University uniforms shouted excitedly outside the protective line at the scene of the car accident.

Nalan Yejue glanced coldly for a few seconds. When he saw Ao Xinghao, his eyes paused, and he felt a little familiar.

"That's the young master of Professor Ao Guodong." The subordinate reported in a low voice.

His eyes became a little deeper, and he swept across the face of the fat boy who was crying like a full moon, most exaggerated and snot and tears.

"That's the son of Si Moyu, from the Hu family." The subordinates continued to flip through the database and report.

Nalan Yejue pondered silently.

Lan Qingxin is introverted and timid. When did she meet so many friends and cry like this for her death?

Almost all the students in Class 2 were dispatched. They were arguing with the traffic police at this moment, wanting to go to the sealed scene to find someone.

The fronts of the four large trucks were also deflated, and the wheels were completely breathing.

The four drivers died terrible.

However, the taxi driver and Qin Xin's body were not dug out intact.

They felt that there might be people buried under the front of the car.

However, the traffic police were impartial and did not let them go in and destroy the scene.

The two sides are arguing.

Suddenly, a man was approaching in a wheelchair and said coldly: "This is a private matter in our family, and no one is allowed to interfere."

Everyone was stunned.

I was shocked by this man's powerful aura.

Nalan Yejue looked cold and waved his hand.

Dozens of men in black appeared in the cars following him and took over the scene.

The students from Class 2 were all driven out of the sealing line.

The traffic police twitched the corners of his lips: "Sir, this is not in accordance with the rules. Even if you are a family member of the victim, you have to go through legal procedures. We should still appraise the scene..."

Before he finished speaking, Nalan Yejue's cold eyes swept over!

The eyes were so terrifying and cold!

It even makes people worry that he will fuck the guy in the next second and make the opponent lie on the ground and cannot stand up.

The air was still for a moment.

Nalan Yejue spoke in a cool voice, polite and strong voice: "You can ask your boss, my rules."

The other party was stunned.

I couldn't help but tighten the phone.

The man is polite, but also strong, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.
Chapter completed!