Serious Crime Unit 1

Chapter 686: Murderous Ghost Car (1)
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Jiang Yiming and Song Wanqing went to Jing'an Garden to look at houses. The garden is divided into high-rise residential areas and low-rise residential areas. With their strength, they have no problem buying high-rise housing. Jiang Yiming's monthly salary is 12000 yuan, plus bonuses for handling cases, and his annual income is about 25 yuan.Song Wanqing's salary is a little higher than Jiang Yiming's, but her bonus is not as high as Jiang Yiming's, and her income is slightly worse. Therefore, both of them prefer to buy high-rise housing.

Song Wanqing chose Room 28 on the 01th floor, which is the top floor. Standing on the balcony of the living room, she can see the vast expanse of blue waves of the East China Sea, with white sails sailing by. Standing on the balcony of the bedroom, she can also see Laishan Mountain and the mountains stretching to the northwest.

This is a suite with four bedrooms, one living room and one kitchen, with a total area of ​​150 square meters. The price is 2.2 yuan per square meter, totaling 330 million yuan. Zhou Ting can give them a 9% discount. If they pay in cash, it only costs 300 million yuan.Jiang Yiming's parents and Song Wanqing's parents competed to provide money to buy a house for them. However, Jiang Yiming and Song Wanqing disagreed, and they refused to take advantage of the old people.

If the down payment is 80 yuan, the monthly payment is only 1.2 yuan. Jiang Yiming chooses monthly payment. He has 100 million yuan in his bankbook. After paying the down payment, he has 20 yuan left, which can be used for simple decoration and as a wedding room.

Song Wanqing stood on the balcony of the living room, listening to Jiang Yiming's explanation of how to use his savings to buy a house. She was a little unhappy: "My husband, are you looking down on me? I also have a savings of 50 yuan. I must use it to buy this house together." Otherwise, I won’t do it, I will marry love, not money!”

"Qingqing, how could I look down on you? If I look down on you, wouldn't I look down on myself? I have never felt inferior. I am confident in anything and anyone, even when facing fierce gangsters. I am a man, Buying a house and getting married should be my business. Keep your money for later and spend it slowly."

The wind picked up, and the wind picked up Song Wanqing's skirt and long hair. She looked ahead, leaving him with a beautiful profile.He was afraid that she would catch a cold due to the wind. After all, it was late autumn and it was as cold as water, so he came close to her and gently took her into his arms.

"No, your machismo is a bit serious. The law stipulates that men and women are equal. I think there are still residues of the inequality between men and women in feudal society in your mind. We are husband and wife. I must make some contribution to this family, otherwise I will not A sense of accomplishment!" She retracted her gaze and looked at him sideways, she said firmly.

"Okay, thank you, Qingqing. It's great to have you. Thank God for giving me such a talented girl like you." Jiang Yiming reached out and gently touched her jade-like cheek. His heart was filled with gratitude. It was so real. .

"This is my good husband. In short, don't treat me this way in the future, but treat me in a fair way. Otherwise, I won't appreciate it!"

"Well, I listen to you... There is a question that I don't quite understand. Why do we buy such a big house?" Jiang Yiming has always been against wasting space, because if you buy one more room, others will have one less room, let alone now Many people cannot afford to buy a house because the house price is too expensive and the country is introducing purchase restriction policies.

"I want to decorate a study room and put all my collection of books in the study room. The study room is extremely important to me. Borges once said: 'I have always secretly imagined that heaven should be a library. It looks like.’ Of course we must have a paradise in our home.”

"Where are the other two?"

"I want to give birth to a son who is as handsome and majestic as my husband; and a daughter who is as classical and graceful as me. They will each live in one room, so they need two houses."

"Are you ashamed to plan to have children before you get married?" Jiang Yiming stretched out his hand to scratch her armpits, and she giggled.

"Ms. sir, please stop making trouble. I'm so ticklish... I'm about to have two children. You don't have time to accompany them to grow up. I can be both a father and a mother. You don't have to worry about it. You are making contributions to the country and the people." Cultivating evil and eradicating adultery is the best reward for me. I said that I like to be a woman who cares about her husband."

"Distance creates beauty?"

"Yes, 'Standing in the dangerous building, the wind is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, the gloomy sky. In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I am speechless, who can rely on my thoughts...' What a beautiful artistic conception!" She looked far away, and her thoughts seemed to be deep. Flying away for nine days, people seem to have turned into fairies.

"You always like the poems of the Prodigal Son, and I like Lu You and Xin Qiji..."

"You are not allowed to blaspheme my idol! I just like his free and unrestrained style, but with a touch of sadness and abjection. If I were a lady of the Song Dynasty, I would definitely take him in." She glared angrily, but what she expressed was coquettishness. It looks very cute.

"I surrender... The wind is so strong, it seems like it's going to rain. Let's go back. It won't take long before you can stand in the dangerous building for the rest of your life, reciting poems in the air with your Mr. Liu."

"The weather forecast says there will be a typhoon tonight... How should we decorate the house?" "The female leads the inside and the male leads the outside. It's up to you."

"Here we go again, why don't you remember better?" She reached out and pinched his ears.

"Forgive me, and remember in the future: No machismo!"

In the evening, rows of dark clouds drifted from the south and piled up in the sky. The clouds became thicker and thicker, like a large inverted black pot, which seemed to suffocate people and make it difficult to breathe.After dinner, a dazzling lightning suddenly pierced the clouds, and then a thrilling thunder resounded through the sky. It rained heavily, and the Yangtze City was instantly ravaged by wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

The weather forecast says that around 8 o'clock tonight, Typhoon "Ma Chao" will pass through the city's coast and will last for 12 hours. The maximum wind force will reach level 10. It is not common on land. If the tree is not firmly rooted, it may be blown down by the level 10 wind. , can even blow down a wall. Typhoon "Meranti" passed through Xiamen last year. It "waved its sleeves" willfully and brought huge disasters to Xiamen.More than 90% of the green area was damaged, and more than 60 trees fell down.

Therefore, the TV station reminds citizens to go out as little as possible to avoid danger.

Zeng Chunhui works as a security captain at Lin'an Hotel and manages security guards in more than a dozen parking lots.Lin'an Hotel is located on Huangshi Road in Jiangxi District. The hotel's main business is catering, guest rooms, and parking lots. It has only 18 floors. It was built in the early 90s. It has been standing there for more than 20 years.

Behind the hotel is Guilin Community, located at the foot of the east side of Laishan Mountain. The two are nearly one kilometer apart. Zeng Chunhui lives in Room 16, Building 402, Guilin Community. He is 45 years old, tall and strong, and his belly is particularly big. People call it Beer belly, the result of his tendency to overeat.

He got off work at 10 pm, but today it was raining and he couldn't get a taxi. He was asked by his friends to go out for a drink, so he had a late-night snack at the Jinshui Restaurant in Lin'an Hotel.This friend is the manager of the housekeeping department, and his name is Tang Dazong. His friends all jokingly call him Tang Taizong. His name is very domineering. If he were in the Tang Dynasty, he would definitely be killed.

Tang Dazong brought the waiters at the bar on two floors. They were both young women over thirty years old. They were small and exquisite, with delicate features and quite graceful looks. One of them had bright eyes and good eyesight, which made a good impression on Zeng Chunhui. Therefore, Tang As soon as Da Zong greeted him, Zeng Chunhui immediately agreed.

So, two men and two women sat down to drink in a small private room. Each of them ordered a dish they liked. Tang Dazong ordered the other dishes. They were all very familiar with it. There was no need to be too polite and they started drinking as soon as the food was served.The two waiters drank red wine, while Tang Dazong and Zeng Chunhui drank 53-degree Maotai-flavor Liquor.Tang Dazong asked the waiter to bring two bottles of Langjiu.

This is the tacit understanding between Tang Dazong and Zeng Chunhui. If the condition is good, each person can drink one bottle. If the condition is not good, each person can drink 8 taels, and the rest can be kept on the counter.The managers and waiters here all look like family members.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone started to blush and their hearts beat, so the four of them started making ambiguous jokes among themselves to keep them entertained.The two waiters had already thrown aside their feminine restraints and catered to the needs of the two men. They told them dirty jokes without any scruples and even laughed loudly, as if they wanted to take off their clothes immediately and fall into the arms of the men.

Just talking, drinking, and laughing, it soon reached midnight. The two waiters said they had to go home or else they would be punished by their husbands by kneeling on the washboard.Of course this is a joke, a woman who is afraid of her husband will not accompany a man to drink late at night.

Zeng Chunhui looked outside the window and the rain had stopped. It was time to go home. He and Tang Dazong had just finished a bottle of wine and were already enjoying themselves. So, the four of them walked out of Lin'an Hotel together, and the two waiters took Tang Dazong's car home. , Zeng Chunhui felt very hot, so he walked home holding an umbrella.

After he put them in the car, he went home from behind the Lin'an Hotel.The road going home is called Yixian Road. Yixian Road starts with a downward slope. When we are almost at the end, it starts to go uphill again. However, the slope is not big, about 5% to 8%.There are many private cars parked on the roadside. Because many nearby buildings have no parking spaces, people around them park their cars on the roadside.

The heavy rain had stopped, and there was only drizzle. Zeng Chunhui simply put away his umbrella and let the rain wet his hair.Because the wind was too strong, it was impossible to hold an umbrella. Even the branches on the roadside screamed in the wind, and sometimes made a "snap" sound, which was the sound of branches being broken by the strong wind.However, Zeng Chunhui didn't take it seriously and continued walking on the road.

He was already drunk, staggering, feeling sluggish, as if the whole world belonged to him. There was no one on the road, the street lights were dim, and he no longer wanted to take care of pedestrians.Zeng Chunhui did not expect that the god of death was quietly approaching him.

(End of this chapter)