Chapter 275 Who is behind the scenes?

Chapter 275 Who is behind the scenes?

As Wen Zhengtian quickly approached Zhao Xiaoyue, the sound of crisp slaps in the corridor was deafening.

Wen Zhengtian pointed at Zhao Xiaoyue, whose face was hit, with trembling hands, and shouted angrily, "Please leave my Tongle. Do you understand? If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be in trouble!"

These words were like a knife, stabbing Zhao Xiaoyue's heart. She felt her heart was empty and the draft was whistling.

Zhao Zhe immediately stood in front of Zhao Xiaoyue and yelled at Wen Zhengtian who was pointing at Zhao Xiaoyue, "Why did you hit my sister, you old man?"

Hou Taotao and Chen Jinghuai didn't expect that Mr. Wen's first reaction when he saw the helmsman would be like this. The two of them immediately frowned.

"Mr. Wen, please respect yourself. You have no right or qualification to touch our helm."

There were five clear fingerprints on Zhao Xiaoyue's face. Compared with the pain in her face, the pain in her heart was even more difficult for her to accept.

The lights in the emergency room were turned off, and the doctor came out and asked who were Si Tongming's family members.

Wen Zhengtian staggered and hurried towards the doctor. "I am, doctor, I am Situ Ming's family member. How is he? How is my grandson?"

Doctor, "Other injuries are easy to deal with, but the main injury is to the brain. If he doesn't wake up within a month, there is an 80% chance that he will become a vegetable. You family members should be prepared."

Wen Zhengtian fainted. It was really one crisis after another. He had just had enough fun, but now he had to suffer another heavy blow.

Just now when Wen Zhengtian raised his hand to hit Zhao Xiaoyue, Duan Peng was behind him and didn't have time to stop him.

He sent Wen Zhengtian to the ward to rest and walked in front of Zhao Xiaoyue.

Hou Taotao immediately protected Zhao Xiaoyue behind him.

"Taozi, stand aside for a moment."

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Several people looked towards the place where the sound came from with complicated expressions, and Zhao Xiaoyue looked at Duan Peng calmly.

"What did Wen Zhengtian mean by what he just said? What does he mean by 'if it weren't for you, nothing would have happened to him'?"

The person sitting on the railing was clearly a little girl of fifteen or sixteen, but the oppressive feeling she exuded was like a ghost king in the dark night, as if she wanted to slaughter all living beings in the world.

The cold breath makes people feel scared for no reason.

Hou Taotao puts pressure on the helm...something is wrong!

It was just a quick glance, but Hou Taotao's hair stood on end, as if some dangerous unknown beast was staring at him.

He immediately stood respectfully behind Zhao Xiaoyue.

Duan Peng was also a man of strong psychological quality, and explained, "I'm sorry, Zhao Zhandu, the old man just cares too much about the young master, please don't mind."

Zhao Xiaoyue's sharp almond eyes half closed her eyes, "I'll ask you again, what do you mean by 'if it weren't for you, nothing would have happened to him'?"

Duan Peng's forehead was covered with sweat, so he pretended to be calm and replied, "As soon as the accident happened, the commander sent people to investigate..."

The two truck drivers were both suffering from advanced cancer and they were brothers.

Knowing that he had not much time left, he wanted to leave some money for his wife and children at home, and someone happened to give him a "pillow".

The day before the incident, there was an extra five million in the two brothers' accounts, which asked them to find a way to kill a man named Situ Ming.

No matter how long it takes, as long as people can't leave the mirage.

As luck would have it, Situ Ming and the comic convention came out the next day.

And when Situ Ming received the call from the comic exhibition, Wen Zhengtian was right in front of him. The arrogant Situ Ming said, "You stay at home. I'll go meet your granddaughter-in-law."

Wen Zhengtian thought that Situ Ming had gone out to be with Zhao Xiaoyue. Now his Tong Le was in the emergency room, but Zhao Xiaoyue was standing here just fine.

That was the scene just now.

The accident happened and the driver died on the spot.

Zhao Xiaoyue stood up and walked two steps away from Duan Peng and asked, "Who is the mastermind behind this?"

Duan Peng shook his head, "There is no news yet."

"Zhao Zhe, where's your computer?"

"At home, in the little apartment."

Zhao Zhe felt that his sister was so scary at the moment, she even stuttered when she spoke.

Hou Taotao answered immediately, "I'll ask someone to bring it over."

Twenty minutes later, Zhao Zhe held the computer and asked, "Sister, what should I do now?"

Zhao Xiaoyue took the remittance information given by Duan Peng, as well as all the information about the car accident.

With his eyes closed, he said, "Hack all the surveillance cameras on the road, and then find the truck driver. Find out how he appeared there and where he came from."

“Second, track the IP address of the money transfer. The more detailed the better.”

Although surveillance is not yet widespread in the streets, urban areas and wealthy areas are still full of surveillance.

Zhao Zhe's fingers tapped the keyboard quickly, quickly skipping over groups of codes. In two or three minutes, he figured out where the truck came from.

The two brothers took turns to follow Situ Ming. When he left the villa area, one of them would take a taxi and follow him. In the busy traffic, who would notice someone following them? Besides, the driver was so ordinary.

As for the IP address, in less than a minute, Zhao Zhe turned the computer to his sister.

"Sister, the address is in Kyoto, and the account holder is Wang Wenjing."

Zhao Xiaoyue stared at the computer, saying nothing, eerily calm.

The operating room door opened again, and Zhao Xiaoyue stood in front of the doctor. "How are the people inside?"

The doctor was startled by the bone-chilling tone. "The injury is not serious. The right leg and left forearm are fractured. He will be fine after a few days of rest. However, the concussion is quite serious, so he needs to rest in bed."

Zhao Xiaoyue sat beside Manzhan's bed, staring at him without saying a word.

"Electric eel. I think I was wrong and shouldn't have gotten involved. The old man was right. If it weren't for me, he would be fine."

A week passed in a daze.

Manzhan and Situ Ming still haven't woken up.

Situ Ming was in critical condition and was admitted to the ICU, and had to rely on ECMO several times to recover.

Wen Zhengchang also stayed in the hospital without leaving, and lived directly next to the ICU.

The old man with red and swollen eyes, white hair and hunched back sat outside the huge glass window, looking at his grandson in the ward with tubes inserted all over his body. He regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. He should not have let this kid do whatever he wanted.

Duan Peng couldn't help but persuade, "Uncle Wen, the young master is a lucky man, and he will be fine."

Wen Zhengtian banged his cane on the wall and thought, "That damn boy just loves to mess around. He made himself like this for a woman. See? She doesn't care about her at all. It's been so many days, and she hasn't even looked at him!"

Duan Peng was speechless. Just thinking about the slap he gave Zhao Xiaoyue, I guess the young master would hate him to death if he knew about it, right?

Duan Peng didn't say anything else.

Situ Ming lying on the hospital bed fell into a deep dark vortex. Compared with the last time, this vortex was deeper and more violent.

Just as he was about to sink into the abyss in panic, a withered arm wrapped in a white Taoist robe stretched out to him.

The hand at the end of the arm, with skin covering the bones and meridians, is as old as dead tree bark.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a magnificent building.

People came and went, rushing into the building.

At the top of the building, he followed his secretary into the spacious office, and the secretary bowed his head and respectfully reported the itinerary.

The person being reported was a disfigured man sitting in a wheelchair.

When Situ Ming and the person in the wheelchair looked at each other in the void, everything seemed like a bubble and turned into pieces.

On the ICU bed, Situ Ming opened his heavy eyelids with difficulty without any warning.

"Where is this?"