What lay before Nalan Ye Jue was: four extended heavy trucks, squeezing a regular purple taxi in the middle, now reduced to a heap of scrap tal.
The ground was stained with blood, and the traffic police at the scene sighed, saying such a chain crash was extrely rare, and there were no survivors.
The arriving ambulance carried stretchers laden with broken limbs, dismbered clothes, and organs wrapped beyond recognition.
The horror of it was far more shocking than the news photos by a hundred tis.
No one survived.
Four words defined the death of Lan Qingxin.
Nalan Ye Jue’s brows knitted tightly!
"I want to see our Xin! Where is our Xin?"
"I don’t believe Sister Xin is dead, sobbing, during the exam I even let her copy my big questions, and she was so serious about it!
"Xinxin, you haven’t even tasted the kiwi-flavored milk I gave you, sobbing... And your Dongju and lavender, who will take care of them now that you’re gone, sobbing, I’m so careless, I’d water them to death... Please co back..."
"Sister Xin, we agreed to score 61 to piss off Gou Dachun and make him spell his na backwards as ’Dumb Big Dog’!"
"I don’t believe Sister Xin would leave us, we agreed to watch the car race together!"
"Alive, we must see the person; dead, we must see the corpse!"
A group of boys and girls wearing Imperial University uniforms shouted excitedly outside the crash site barrier.
Nalan Ye Jue looked coldly over them, pausing when he saw Ao Xinghao, feeling sowhat familiar.
"That’s Professor Ao Guodong’s son," a subordinate quietly reported.
His gaze deepened slightly, sweeping over the face of a fat boy crying the hardest and most exaggeratedly, tears and mucus all over.
"That’s the son of Si Moyu’s eldest sister, from the Hu family," the subordinate continued to report, flipping through the database.
Nalan Ye Jue pondered in silence.
Lan Qingxin was reclusive and timid; when did she make so many friends, enough to mourn her death like this?
Class 2 students, almost the entire class, were arguing with the traffic police, wanting to enter the sealed site to search for soone.
The cabs of the four heavy trucks were also crushed, and the wheels were completely flat.
The death of the four drivers was too grueso to look at.
But the taxi driver and Qin Xin’s bodies had not been excavated intact.
They thought there might still be people buried under the cab.
However, the traffic police were impartial and wouldn’t let them enter to disturb the scene.
The two sides were in a deadlock.
Suddenly, a man approached in a wheelchair, coldly saying, "This is our family’s private matter, no one is allowed to interfere."
Everyone was stunned.
Intimidated by the man’s powerful aura.
Nalan Ye Jue’s cold face waved a hand.
Dozens of n in black erged from the cars following him, taking over the scene.
Class 2 students were all driven outside the sealed-off line.
The traffic police twitched their lips, "Sir, this is against the rules, even if you are the victim’s family, you must go through legal procedures. The scene should still be assessed by us..."
Before he finished speaking, Nalan Ye Jue’s icy gaze swept over him!
That gaze was shockingly cold!
It even made people worry that the next second, he might pick up a weapon and make those who opposed him lie on the ground, unable to get up.
The air froze for a mont.
Nalan Ye Jue spoke in a cool, polite yet forceful tone, "You can ask your superiors about my rules."
The other party was stunned.
Involuntarily gripping the phone tightly.
The man was polite but also very assertive, leaving him unsure how to respond.
But quickly, his superior indeed called him imdiately:
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