Meanwhile, on the other side of New York, the internals of Osborne.

The shareholders' meeting just ended.

An oriental man rushed out of the conference room in a hurry, followed by a middle-aged blonde man, "Wait for me, Yan Sheng, wait for me..."

He quickly caught up with the Oriental man and said, "I know why you are so angry, but what you have to do now is to calm down and calm down. Yan Sheng, anger will not work at this time?"

"Calm down, haha, how do you tell me to calm down."

Yan was so angry that he laughed, "They can agree to such a ridiculous thing, it's so ridiculous. Mark, do you want to join them?" He stared at his friend angrily.

"How could it be? If I were to be with the crowd, I wouldn't support you at the meeting."

The middle-aged blonde man comforted his friend, "You should know that they are powerful. Although you and I are shareholders, the shares are only 9% of me. Even if we join forces, we can't beat them."

"But as long as we don't sign it, no one can let that ridiculous thing pass, even they can't do it!" Yan Sheng looked very thoroughly. The two of them were moving side by side in the corridor. Yan's angry look made the passing staff silent, fearing that they would harm the fish.

"Yes, as long as we don't sign, no one can conduct this experiment, but Yan Sheng, is this really good? This is a major event that benefits society."

"Benefiting society?" Yan Sheng said with a sneer: "To benefit society, one must sacrifice some people."

"But they all deserve to die."

"But the law has punished them." Yan Sheng waved his hand and interrupted Mark's words, "I know you are moved, Mark, but I want to remind you that rejecting such a ridiculous thing is not only for justice and law, but also for you will not be tortured by such things in the future and cannot sleep, but also for your own conscience!"

Say it, he speeds up and Yang leaves long.

Mark stood there, looking at his friend who had disappeared around the corner with a complicated expression, and murmured: "You are right, Yan Sheng, but the right person may not necessarily have a good end."

Boom!

More than ten minutes later, an out-of-control truck smashed a luxury car on the highway, and the driver and passenger inside died on the spot. This sudden traffic accident soon attracted police and the highway was blocked along the way.

When several policemen lifted the dead in the car, the dead face was blurred and their limbs were twisted, and they died terrible.

"It's unimaginable..." A policeman saw the appearance of the deceased and said to his colleagues around him: "I've worked for more than ten years, but I've never seen such a miserable death. This car accident is so horrible."

A young man who had just graduated from police academy vomited when he saw the dead body.

The old policeman patted his back, "You must get used to it as soon as possible. The most common contacts in our industry are all kinds of corpses. Young people. By the way, have the identity of the deceased be found out?"

"Investigation is underway," a policeman replied.

"Hurry up, and after the investigation is clear, let him know his family."

More than ten minutes later, Wen Li, who was working in a law firm, received a call, "Are you Ms. Wen Li?"

"Yes, I am, who are you?"

"We are policemen. We found your husband's car on a highway. He collided with an out-of-control truck and died on the spot. We hope you can come and claim the family."

"What!!" Wen Li stood there and the phone in her hand fell to the ground.

"Ms. Wen Li, Ms. Wen Li?" The police voices still came from the phone.

Wen Li quickly picked up her phone, but tears broke down like gushing springs, "I'm here." She said in a crying voice: "My husband... husband, where is he now?"

The policeman was silent for a moment, gave an address, and said, "Please feel sorry for me, ma'am."

"I...I..."

When Yan Xiaobei received this call, it was almost noon. When get out of class was about to end, his cell phone suddenly rang, and the teacher was angry on the spot.

"I should have said that you must turn off your phone during class. Nantian Yan, have you listened to me?"

"Sorry, teacher."

After Yan Xiaobei hung up the phone, the phone rang again within a minute. The teacher on the podium looked at Yan Xiaobei with a look of death, as if saying that you were dead.

Yan Xiaobei frowned when he saw that it was Wen Li's call.

"Go out." The teacher pointed to the door, "Get out immediately and get out!!!" He roared loudly.

Yan Xiaobei walked out of the classroom and answered the phone call. Wen Li heard a crying voice into Yan Xiaobei's ears, "Yan, where are you?"

"I'm in school, Wen Li." Yan Xiaobei said. "What happened?"

"Sorry, I'm very sorry to bother you at this time, but I don't know what to do now. Yan, my dear is dead, your father, Yan Sheng is dead."

"What?"

Yan Xiaobei was stunned for a moment. His son died yesterday, and today he died. This family would not have targeted anyone. Yan Xiaobei's brows beat slightly and he thought seriously.

It seems that Yan Nantian’s death yesterday was definitely not as simple as an accident.

"Where are you now?" Yan Xiaobei asked.

“On Tenth Avenue.”

"I understand. You are waiting for me here. I will come soon. There is no need to notify Vina and Vivi about this matter for the time being. I will arrive immediately. Wen Li, don't go away."

Yan Xiaobei hung up the phone, left the academy, took a taxi, and rushed to Tenth Avenue as fast as possible.

The entrance to the street has been blocked, the masses have been dispersed, and yellow cordons are prohibited from passing. Yan Xiaobei got out of the car and communicated with the police for a while, saying that he was the son of the victim, so he was allowed to enter.

"Please feel sorry for your grief, teenager." When Yan Xiaobei was the victim's son, the police patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

Yan Xiaobei saw Wen Li, and she knelt on the ground, with a body covered by white cloth in front of her. She covered her mouth with her hands and tears flowed down her eyes.

Yan Xiaobei walked over and helped her up. Wen Li cried very sadly, lying on her shoulders, her body twitching constantly. It seemed that she really loved her husband.

The happy family became fragmented in an instant because of Yan Sheng's death.

Yan Xiaobei didn't know whether he should be grateful or angry.

He didn't have much sense of belonging to this family, and just played the role of Yan Nantian. One day he would leave this family and turn back to his original appearance.

But if this completely broken family leaves, how should the three women live?

Yan Xiaobei felt that since he used Yan Nantian's body, he had to help these three women, at least to get rid of this crisis. Both father and son died, and he must have offended someone and been targeted by some organization.

Yan Xiaobei comforted Wen Li, who was crying, and looked at the dead body. He died miserably, even a terrible sight.

"I heard from the police that an out-of-control truck hit him at that time, and his car was knocked far away." Wen Li stopped crying and said with a sob.

"God, why is this, why is it tormenting us?"

"I don't believe in God." Yan Xiaobei said: "I want to watch the video!"

There are cameras at the intersection of Tenth Avenue, which can clearly see the scene when the incident happened. At Yan Xiaobei's strong request, the police tuned the image out and showed it to Yan Xiaobei.

The time shown above is more than an hour ago.

Yan Sheng's car entered the Tenth Avenue. When turning, a truck rushed over from another road and was out of control. It collided with Yan Sheng's car.

The truck crushed Yan Sheng's car with powerful force, slamming his car against the wall, and the out-of-control truck hit his car again, almost squeezing his car into meat sauce.

Such a terrifying car accident was enough to make Yan Sheng die.

In fact, his body and limbs were twisted and his body were insincere and kind, and he could not die anymore, even the driver was the same.

“This is murder.”

After watching the video, Yan Xiaobei said something that made all the policemen feel terrified.

"Really?" The young policeman who saw Yan Sheng vomiting a mess came over and asked, "No matter how I think it was a traffic accident, we also questioned the driver. He was driving tired and fell asleep in the car."

"Driving fatigue? No, it's murder, and it's a well-planned murder."

Yan Xiaobei insists on his own opinion.

The old policeman didn't understand why Yan Xiaobei insisted so much as a murder, "Do you have any evidence?"

"It's very simple." Yan Xiaobei smiled slightly and said, "Last night, I was almost killed. Today, my father died. How could such a coincidence happen? What do you think?"

"What?" the police looked at each other.

The young policeman said, "Is this true? You were attacked last night?"

"Yes, I almost got killed last night, but I have forgotten who I am. Maybe I am temporarily amnesia."

The police became more and more confused, thinking that Yan Xiaobei was joking.

A policeman comforted Yan Xiaobei, "I know your father is dead, you are very sad, but this kind of joke is not funny at all."

"I'm not kidding. I was almost killed last night. I guess someone will attack us next. I think you'd better be mentally prepared. This should not be an easy thing."

Yan Xiaobei threw down this sentence, turned around and left here, leaving behind a group of suspicious policemen.

"Do you think he's kidding?" said a policeman.

The young policeman shook his head, "I don't think it's like."

The old policeman sighed and said, "If he hadn't lie, this would be very troublesome."

If this traffic accident that seems to be invisible to find any flaws is really a murderous murder, then the criminal must be an extremely cunning guy.
Chapter completed!