The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

When someone took out a mobile phone to take a picture, the relevant departments were already ready to reduce the trending search.

The traffic also resumed quickly. If it weren't for the police car passing by at high speed, no one would have noticed that this incident had anything to do with the police investigation.

At most, it feels that the transportation department has made a mistake.

That mahogany sword is still conscientiously guiding the direction, but the time is almost over.

So is it pointing in the direction of Li Chaoqian's villa?

Nobody knows.

But looking at this direction is indeed going to the place where Li Chaoqian's body was found.

Feng Rui's driving skills are very good, but no matter how good his driving skills are, coupled with such a deadly speed, he would almost vomit.

There were 9 people in the car, including Feng Rui, the driver.

More than half of them were pale.

As a frail little girl, Su Nanzhi's face was already pale, which had nothing to do with motion sickness.

It's just that Feng Rui's driving skills are not enough in her opinion, if she were to drive, it should be faster.

"Time is coming to an end." Daoist Changqing reminded.

Less than 1,000 meters ahead is the area where Li Chaoqian's villa is located.

As a result, at this moment, Tao Mujian, who had been pointing the direction, suddenly began to change direction.

Everyone's gazes also followed its change of direction. As a result, the next second, before it stopped completely, the mahogany sword fell with a "click", and the hilt hit Changqing Road. on the long instep.

"..."

Feng Rui stepped on the foot brake and stopped.

Everyone stared at the mahogany sword on the car together, speechless for a while.

Daoist Changqing, who provided spiritual power to control the Taomu sword along the way, was as pale as a piece of paper.

"Daozhang, so what's going on now?" Qin Luoshu asked this question.

Daoist Changqing's eyes darkened: "According to Taomujian's instructions, that person may be heading northwest now."

Daoist Yun Qi yelled at him: "First of all, let's not talk about whether this sword can be counted on. It didn't stop in this direction just now. What if it turns in another direction later?"

"Then what do you say?" Chang Qing glared at Yun Qi, "Do you have a way to be sure now?"

Seeing that these two people were about to quarrel in the car, Feng Rui interrupted them, "Stop arguing."

He spoke with a sense of calmness and prestige, and the two priests quickly calmed down, but they were not convinced by each other.

At this time, Feng Rui finally looked at Su Nanzhi: "Miss Su, tell me what to do now?"

Su Nanzhi was caught off guard and met the other eight pairs of eyes.

She coughed dryly: "Since we're all here, why don't we go to Li Chaogan's residence to see if there are any clues?"

What she said made sense, but it wasn't very reasonable.

"Officer Feng, what do you ask a little girl to do in such a matter?" One of Changqing's nephews said, his tone was full of disdain for Su Nanzhi, "A little girl of her age is still wearing a school uniform. Should go to school, not meddle here."

Feng Rui heard the words and glanced at the man: "Do you have an opinion?"

The man stopped talking again.

But Feng Rui agreed to Su Nanzhi's proposal, so everyone got out of the car.

Before Su Nanzhi got out of the car, she saw Daoist Changqing calmly picking up his mahogany sword from the car, and immediately held it in his hand.