At the police station, Zhao Shanhe and his team were busy again.

What he feared most happened.

Zheng Xuelian's story was really exposed.

Although the police immediately asked major platforms to block those videos, it was too late.

Now the whole school knows about it.

What frightened Zhao Shanhe and the others even more was that Zheng Xuelian had lost contact.

After Zheng Xuelian came out of school, she left Jiangbei and went straight to Nanshan.

Nanshan is where Wang Bing’s accident happened and where Zheng Xuelian was sad.

When Zhao Shanhe and his party chased them to the foot of Nanshan Mountain, they saw a large group of people surrounding the river from a distance. Zhao Shanhe sped up and rushed over.

Zhao Shanhe rushed to the river before the car stopped.

I saw a small four-wheeler rolled over on the side of the road. Diesel flowed all over the floor, and there was a strong smell of diesel in the air.

A small car was submerged in the river with all four wheels upside down. A large number of car wrecks were scattered on the shore. Zheng Xuelian's body was dragged up. Several good people were doing artificial respiration.

Zhao Shanhe grabbed his hair hard and gritted his teeth.

Hurry and hurry, they are still late.

"What are you doing standing still? Saving people."

Zhao Shanhe ran over quickly, but it was too late. Zheng Xuelian's body was cold and she had long since lost her breath.

In just a few hours, a large living person was gone.

"Do you want to call 120?" a colleague asked quietly.

"No, please notify the criminal police team and the funeral home."

Zhao Shanhe shook off the dust on his body and walked toward the small four-wheeler with gritted teeth.

"Where's the driver? Who's the driver?" Zhao Shanhe clenched his fists and roared.

"I...I'm the driver." A short, middle-aged man emerged from behind the car shivering.

"How did you drive? How did you hit someone into the river on such a wide road?" Zhao Shanhe glared at the man and roared so loudly that the man turned pale in fright.

"It's not my fault. She was driving too fast and suddenly rushed out of the corner. I didn't even have time to brake. She took the initiative to hit me. How can you blame me? I just went into the mountain and pulled some rocks and was killed.

This person is really unlucky." The man said and sat down on the ground, wiping his tears.

Judging from the man's clothes, he looked like a very ordinary rural man. He didn't look like a killer hired by Nietzsche.

Zhao Shanhe turned around and looked at the rolling water, feeling indescribably uncomfortable.

"Old Zhao, I took a look and found that Zheng Xuelian never took any braking measures from beginning to end. This may be an accident." Lao Zhou, who was traveling with him, said with some regret.

"Accident, it's a fucking accident. Why does everyone die in accidents? How come there are so many accidents in this world?" Zhao Shanhe threw his gloves to the ground in frustration, feeling as if his heart was blocked.

A big stone.

He was sent to the police station just because of his personality problems, and he wanted to make some achievements.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Bo, his only son, died, and then things happened one after another in the Century Garden under his jurisdiction.

First it was Qian Cheng, then Aunt Tang, Liu Xuewu, and now Zheng Xuelian is also dead.

This matter has attracted great attention from above, and a special task force has been set up. People from relevant sources have called repeatedly to ask what is going on. Zhao Shanhe's pressure has increased sharply and he is very busy.

It was like God was teasing him. The more he was afraid of something, the more likely it would be.

Zhao Shanhe's defense was broken, and fire almost came out of his eyes.

Suddenly Zhao Shanhe thought of something, picked up his gloves and jumped into the car. He turned the steering wheel and quickly left the river embankment. He dialed Huang Rong's phone while driving.

"Hello, Master."

"Where are you?"

"Hospital."

"You go to the school immediately and investigate everyone who has conflicts with Zheng Xuelian. By the way, you must get a report letter."

"What's wrong with Zheng Xuelian?"

"Dead."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Rong felt like she was struck by lightning. She was stunned for a while before she recovered.

Everything Liu Jie said became reality.

Could this also be Nietzsche’s work?

Without any time to think about it, Huang Rong immediately started the car and drove straight to the school.

Soon a large number of police officers arrived at the school, and almost every teacher was questioned, including Wang Guoping.

During the interrogation process, Wang Guoping remained calm and showed no flaws, but he was extremely flustered in his heart.

He didn't expect that one of his reporting letters would have such serious consequences. It didn't take long for Zheng Xuelian to disappear.

On this day, Wang Guoping was almost immersed in an atmosphere of panic.

As soon as school time came, Wang Guoping left the school without hesitation. Instead of rushing home, he found a restaurant and ordered a stir-fry and a bottle of wine.

After a few glasses of strong wine, Wang Guoping's impetuous mood calmed down a little.

He boldly dialed Zhu Chen's phone number.

"Hello." Zhu Chen's familiar voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Zhu Chen, it's me, Wang Guoping, did you know that Zheng Xuelian is dead? Didn't you say nothing would happen?" Wang Guoping's voice was trembling.

"Is he dead? Teacher Wang, shouldn't you be happy?" Compared to Wang Guoping's panic, Zhu Chen seemed to be a fine person.

"What am I happy about? I already said I would not commit murder and arson. Are you not harming me?"

"Teacher Wang, why are you panicking? Let me ask you, is it true that Teacher Zheng Xuelian's moral corruption is corrupt?"

"yes."

"Then as a teacher, in order to protect the interests of students, should you report this kind of black sheep?"

"Yes, it really should be, but..."

"But what? Did you kill someone? Did you kill her?"

"no."

"Then what are you afraid of? You didn't kill the person. You just did what you should do. Even if you are found out, nothing can be done to you. If they ask you who gave you the reporting material, you

Just say that someone sent it to you anonymously, or mailed it to you, and they will not easily doubt you. After all, she played it herself in class yesterday. As for the two hundred thousand, you will arrive tonight

Come to the place where we met yesterday, and I will give it to you personally. Do you still want it?"

Wang Guoping blinked his eyes and slowly lowered his trembling hand, gritted his teeth and hung up the phone.

Zhu Chen's words kept echoing in his mind. Zhu Chen was right. He just did what he should do. He didn't kill the person. He didn't need to be afraid at all.

The principal has reached an agreement with him, and he will be the head of the department by the end of the year. The future is bright.

What's more, he will get 200,000 yuan soon. With these 200,000 yuan, he can survive the current crisis.

As for Zheng Xuelian, she deserves to die, and she deserves all this.

Wang Guoping picked up the wine glass again, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.

As dusk fell, Liu Jie drove Wu Xiaomei's car back to the community.

When passing by the gate, Uncle Guo suddenly stopped Liu Jie.

"Young man, did you go to the unfinished building for a live broadcast the night before yesterday?" Uncle Guo asked nervously.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Then why are you coming back? Everyone in the community knows about your stealing the urn. Tang Daqiang will not let you go."

"What? Me stealing the urn?"

Liu Jie thought he had heard wrongly. These people were all right. Why did he steal the urn when he had nothing to do?

"Beep beep beep..."
Chapter completed!