Chapter 90
That person stopped the car at a gas station. He got out and walked to the side of the road to smoke a cigarette. The dust of the national highway was plastered all over his pristine, white shirt, but he paid it no heed. He inhaled the smoke, narrowed his eyes slightly and stared into the distance.
He had already covered 200km and it was already sunset. Henan was far behind him.
He finished his cigarette and threw the butt by the side of the road. He turned, intending to move off, when he heard the siren of an approaching police car.
He seemed not to have heard the sound as he walked towards the car. Who would have expected that the police car was also stopping for gas and parked behind his car. He fixed his attention on getting into the car and did not spare the police car a sideways glance. Unexpectedly, a familiar voice hailed him. “Hey, why are you here?”
He froze, and a thousand and one thoughts tumbled through his head. He looked up, and saw that his gun was stashed in the storage compartment on the passenger side. However, he did not reach for it, but took a deep breath, turned his head and smiled. “Lao Fang? Why are you here?”
Fang Qing’s travel fatigue was reflected in his face, but he seemed especially spirited. He stared at Luo Lang with his dark eyes and said, “I’m on assignment. What about you?”
The fact is that the butterfly killer fled north all the way. Fang Qing had made the snap decision to order the criminal investigators to immediately rush northwards and blockade all the roads. However, the motherland is too vast. The killer had plenty of opportunity to ditch the car and flee, so they had not found him yet.
Bo Jinyan, Jian Yao and the others were all far behind. The car that Fang Qing was in was probably the fastest one at the moment.
It was at this time that Fang Qing’s cell phone rang, and the caller was Jian Yao. He couldn’t receive or make calls at the gas station, so he glanced at the screen before rejecting the call, planning to call her back in a while.