Chapter 180 The 180th Day of Stopping Running Away The 180th Day of Stopping Running Away...

Chapter 180 The 180th Day of Stopping Running Away The 180th Day of Stopping Running Away...

Lin Qingfeng's despondency left Chen Bozheng and the others feeling very depressed when they left the police station.

The monk couldn't help but say, "Brother Zheng, why don't we get our friends in the underworld to offer a reward? As long as the money is enough, I don't believe we really can't find that Wang Xinghai."

The fat man had a different idea from the monk. He shook his head and said, "No, this won't work. If you ask me, we should just send someone to Wang Xinghai's hometown to stay. I don't believe he can stay away from his hometown."

Chen Bozheng knew that they were all worried that Lin Qingfeng would have a mental breakdown, and that's why they came up with these random ideas in their anxiety. They had used these methods before.

If it were truly useful, it would have been put to use long ago.

Now that they have news of Wang Xinghai and have informed Wang Hui, they cannot act rashly. Otherwise, if Wang Hui fails to catch the person, they might alert the enemy first, which would be disastrous.

Wang Xinghai has been hiding for so long, he must have a hideout.

If he hides inside again, it won't be so easy to find him.

Chen Bo said, "Don't do anything rash. I'll try my best to find a way to handle this. Fatty, if you have nothing to do lately, come and visit Fengzi more often. Bring him some joke books or something. Don't let the people inside know about Fengzi's self-harm."

“Brother Zheng, if we don’t let the police know, what if Fengzi really goes all out?” The monk’s face showed worry.

Wen Chan said, "Lin Qingfeng wouldn't do that. He can't bring himself to do it. On the contrary, if the police find out about these things and isolate him, Lin Qingfeng might start to overthink things. If he really takes an extreme step, that would be troublesome."

After Wen Chan explained it this way, both the monk and the fat man understood.

After returning home, Chen Bozheng made a phone call to Wang Hui.

Wang Hui was at the Zhao family's house when he heard the pager go off. He picked it up, glanced at it, and said to his sister, Wang Rong, "Sister, I'm going to make a call."

Wang Rong was making dumplings when she heard this. She glanced at him and said reproachfully, "Why are you so busy? We finally managed to find some time after the New Year to make dumplings together and have a reunion dinner, and you're busy with police work again?"

Zhao Qunhe said, "Mom, let Uncle go about his business. The police might need him for something. If they can't find him, it'll be troublesome."

“Yes, my uncle has a heavy responsibility; the responsibility for maintaining public order in Beijing rests on his shoulders,” Zhao Henghe joked as he made dumplings.

Seeing that both sons were speaking up for their younger brother, Wang Rong finally let him go. "Go on, but come back quickly. Unless it's something urgent, you must eat dumplings here tonight before you leave. Your parents in Shanghai are talking about your marriage every day. Dinner..."

Wang Hui quickly made a gesture of begging for mercy, cupped his fists and bowed to Wang Rong, then took the pager and slipped away to the living room.

Wang Rong was both annoyed and amused. She was in poor health, and she couldn't help but cough a few times after laughing.

Zhao Qun patted her back with concern, "Mom, did you take your medicine today?"

Wang Rong shook her head. "I forgot. The medicine is in the living room."

"Then I'll go get it, Mom, please sit down." Zhao Heng patted the flour off his hands and stood up. "You really are something. It's a good thing I'm so thoughtful, otherwise you would have tried to get away with it and not take your medicine today."

Wang Rong retorted, "What are you saying? Is Mom that kind of person? I'm not a child anymore."

Zhao Heng made a face at her and walked into the living room with a big smile.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Wang Hui speaking into the phone: "I've already had someone check the license plate 京A1980. Well, these things can't be rushed, there are many issues now. Anyway, I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

Zhao Henghe paused, his footsteps catching Wang Hui's attention. The two exchanged a glance, and Zhao Henghe smiled, casually walking to the coffee table, opening a drawer to take out a bottle of asthma medication, then started boiling water. He sat down and nodded to Wang Hui, who was making a phone call, saying, "Uncle, busy."

Wang Hui hummed in response, then looked down and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Hmm? The car has been found. Where is it?"

Wang Hui couldn't help but show a look of joy on his face.

Zhao Heng remained calm and casually picked up a magazine to flip through, but in reality, he was listening intently.

After Wang Hui finished his call, he was about to leave without saying a word when Zhao Heng hurriedly called out to him, "Uncle, the dumplings are almost ready. Won't you eat them before you go?"

Zhao Henghe's voice was loud, and Wang Rong and Zhao Qunhe heard it from the kitchen. They came out and saw Wang Hui putting on his coat and about to leave. Wang Rong got anxious and said, "What is this? Why do you have to go? Can't someone else go? We finally got half a day off from New Year's Eve."

Wang Hui felt somewhat helpless and guilty.

He had a very good relationship with Wang Rong and her brother. Their parents lived in Shanghai, and the two siblings looked after each other in Beijing. Wang Rong was in poor health, but she cared a lot about her brother Wang Hui. Every year during the Spring Festival, she would get together with Wang Hui. "Sister, I really can't. I have something to do. How about this, can you save me a portion of dumplings? I'll come back as soon as I'm done and stay at your house tonight. Is that okay?"

What could Wang Rong say? She wasn't someone who didn't know her place. She rolled her eyes at Wang Hui and said to Zhao Henghe, "Henghe, let your uncle drive your car. His beat-up motorcycle will probably freeze him to death in the dead of winter."

Zhao Henghe was naturally not stingy, and without saying a word, he handed him the car keys. "Uncle, this is my new car, a Santana. The gas tank is full, so you can drive it without worry."

Wang Hui laughed, "You're quite something, changing cars every day. How much money did you make in Hainan?"

He took the keys and said, "I'll talk to you later, I'm leaving now."

Wang Hui grabbed his car keys and left in a hurry. Zhao Heng saw that the water was boiling, poured Wang Rong a glass of water, and under the pretext of going upstairs to change clothes, grabbed his mobile phone and called Young Master Lin.

Young Master Lin was indulging in a life of pleasure and lost in the world of women when he heard Zhao Henghe's voice. He joked, "Young Master Zhao, are you really not coming out tonight? There are several pretty girls who have just arrived at the place."

"Lin Qibei, wake up! Something's happened. The license plate of Wang Xinghai's car has been found. You need to contact Wang Xinghai immediately and have that car and its license plate destroyed!"

Zhao Heng lowered his voice, listened intently to the sounds downstairs, and gave instructions.

Young Master Lin, who was initially a little drunk, sobered up immediately upon hearing these words.

He sat up abruptly, pushed aside a scantily clad young woman who was about to feed him a fruit platter, gave a hand signal to the people around him, and rushed out of the private room.

It was around 7 or 8 pm.

It snowed heavily in Beijing, and there were hardly any people on the streets.

Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan stayed at home, warming themselves by the fire and playing with the children; they didn't go out.

The TV is replaying this year's Spring Festival Gala.

Zhao Benshan's sketches are classics and never go out of style. Monk, his mother, and Wen Qunshu all stayed at his house, and everyone watched the Spring Festival Gala while eating melon seeds, finding it quite entertaining.

The atmosphere was warm and cozy, and the monk's mother, unusually, didn't bring up the topic of marriage. She kicked the monk and asked him to bring over a bag of dried squid. Just then, a loud bang came from outside.

There was a loud commotion, like something exploded.

Everyone inside the house was startled.

The monk's mother immediately shouted, "Is it an earthquake? Run outside quickly!"

Even if Chen Bozheng and others don't remember the earthquake twenty years ago, they all know how terrifying earthquakes are.

No one dared to pack anything; they quickly put on their coats and went outside.

When I went outside, the courtyard was full of people.

Many people were still barefoot and shivering from the cold.

"What happened?"

"Hey, what was that noise just now? Was it an earthquake or something?"

Wen Chan was holding the child, wearing a military overcoat. The children in the yard were crying incessantly; the children were sensitive and timid, and had been frightened by the noise.

She looked at the child in her arms. The chubby little girl wasn't afraid at all. She opened her round eyes wide and tugged at Wen Chan's hand, wanting to look outside.

Wen Chan had rushed out and grabbed a scarf to wrap the children up.

Liu Yan's mother ran in from outside the compound and waved to everyone, saying, "It's nothing, it wasn't an earthquake. A car exploded on the two streets next to us. The fire brigade has already gone there."

"Ouch, a car exploded! Whose car is it?"

When the monk's mother heard that it wasn't an earthquake, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief and started gossiping again.

Liu Yan's father said, "Is it the Li family's stall?"

The monk's mother was shocked: "Old Li's family, how could they have a car? They sell vegetables every day, and even a tricycle is hard enough for them, where would they get a car?"

Liu Yan's mother said, "How would we know? Anyway, the car in front of his house broke down, and we don't know whose it is."

People were discussing the incident and expressing surprise at the car explosion. Some wanted to go and see what was going on, while others, unconcerned, rushed home to get dressed.

Wen Chan and the others also went back.

While car explosions are unusual, it's freezing cold right now, and nobody has time to go and watch the spectacle. I heard the fire department has already gone, so there's even less reason to worry.

Neither Chen Bozheng nor Wen Chan considered the possibility that it was related to Lin Qingfeng, until the phone rang. Chen Bozheng answered the phone, and his expression changed. "Yes, it's near my house. Okay, I understand. I'll come see you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, he met Wen Chan's questioning gaze, gave her a look, and led her into the room before explaining the situation to her: "The car that just exploded was Wang Xinghai's car."

Wen Chan's expression changed. "What's going on? A car exploded near us. Is this a threat?"

Chen Bozheng said, "Captain Wang probably thinks the same way, so he asked us to go over tomorrow to arrange some things."

Wang Hui stared at the car, now reduced to a charred skeleton, and kicked it to the ground, his face contorted in rage.

A firefighter ran over and asked, "Captain Wang, where should we tow this truck?"

Wang Hui gritted his teeth and said, "Please take this to our police station. By the way, Xiao Cheng, what happened with the explosion?"

Xiao Cheng glanced at the car, which was blown to pieces, and said, "This was made with explosives. Judging from the method, it doesn't seem to be a homemade explosive made by an ordinary person. It's probably one of those time bombs from abroad."

Wang Hui wasn't really surprised.

He just didn't understand why Wang Xinghai was so well-informed, and why he specifically drove here to destroy the car.

Could it be that this was to intimidate Chen Bozheng and his group, to stop them from investigating further?