The fake daughter is crazy about her waistcoat and leads her whole family into a wealthy family

An Yuan did not tell Luo Yuan that he was the legendary Anlock Holmes, nor did he say which detective novel he wrote online.

Because even if she didn't tell, Luo Yuan would definitely know.

The same is true.

When Anlok Holmes was on the hot search list, Luo Yuan immediately noticed this online novel. Especially when he saw that the sixth volume was about the car accident of a wealthy daughter that happened five years ago, he felt sad in his heart. I understand that this is a novel written by An Yuan.

Of course he must read the novels written by An Yuan.

Take a quick look at it first, then take your time to appreciate it.

Of course, Secretary Song also noticed this, and deliberately played this book on the way back to Beicheng. After hearing about Beicheng from Nancheng, he praised: "Miss An is indeed an all-round genius. She can cure diseases and save people at a young age, and she can also write If you get a good article, whoever can marry her in the future will have an extraordinary life."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his boss's gaze was like a knife, pricking his head into a hornet's nest.

He quickly adjusted his glasses: "But, what kind of man is worthy of Miss An? I don't think he can be worse than my boss."

There are really not many people on this earth whose conditions can compare with his boss.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the gaze on his head go away, and the temperature in the car returned to normal.

Luo Yuan said calmly: "Buy the hot search for me and find someone to hype it up. Make sure this book is posted on the hot search every day and becomes famous all over the Internet."

This novel is worth reading for the first time.

Secondly, he wanted to force the murderer to show up as soon as possible.

The day after he returned to Beicheng, he received a message from Anyuan: Someone is tracking down Anlok Holmes's IP through abnormal means. I have changed Anlok Holmes's IP to yours. You are likely to You will be targeted by the opponent, so be careful.

Luo Yuan replied: Thank you Miss An, I will be careful.

Secretary Song saw the smile on his lips and the affection in his eyes, and couldn't help but ask, "What did Miss An tell you?"

Luo Yuan said calmly: "Someone is checking Anlock Holmes, and they have probably found out about me."

Secretary Song adjusted his glasses: "Do you want me to provide you with two bodyguards?"

"No need." Luo Yuan shook his head, "Don't do anything."

Just today, "The Detective Chronicles of Anlock Holmes" has been updated with a chapter.

This chapter says that Anlok has detected DNA from the cigarette butts left at the crime scene, and has screened out more than 20 suspects from the list of people who purchased the drone, and is preparing to secretly send people to take samples from them. , for DNA comparison.

Luo Yuan didn't think the murderer could remain calm after reading this chapter.

Late that night, Luo Yuan received a strange phone call just after taking a shower.

The other party not only knew his personal mobile phone number, but also called him from an unfamiliar number at this time, which was obviously wrong.

He pressed the speakerphone slowly and said nothing.

The other party's voice has been altered to sound like the clown in "Saw" speaking: "I know who the murderer of your sister is. If you want to find the murderer, immediately drive to the unfinished building at the end of Silver Sea Avenue. .”

"Remember, go alone, don't take anyone with you, and don't tell anyone."

Luo Yuan's tone was very calm: "Why should I believe you?"

The other party said: "There are three murderers in total."

"A person responsible for finding the driver who caused the accident and connecting with the driver."

"One was responsible for planning the entire case and paying for all the expenses, as well as providing the explosives."

"One person is responsible for understanding and determining Luo Siyi's whereabouts and recording the incident at the scene."

"The three murderers have taken note of Enlock Holmes's novels and are preparing to flee abroad."

"Also, they don't know each other, and they won't know each other in the future."

"If you miss tonight's clues, you won't be able to catch someone in time."

Luo Yuan remained calm: "Who are you? What do you want?"

The other party didn't answer the question, but laughed in a hoarse, harsh voice: "I'll give you an hour, and you won't wait until the time comes."

Then hang up the phone.

Beicheng is an international metropolis with a population of more than 2000 million people.

Even though it was almost midnight and the streets were not congested, it still took an hour to drive from Luo Yuan's residence to the end of Yinhai Avenue.

Luo Yuan put on his clothes and went out, driving his usual Miracle 2.0.

Speeding all the way.

Arrive at the conspicuous unfinished building on time.

This area is full of construction sites. Work has been suspended for a long time, and no one lives around it. It is very suitable for doing some shady bad things.

Without much effort, Luo Yuan saw a faint light coming from the unfinished building. That should be where the voice-changer wanted him to go.

He walked around the unfinished building without seeing anyone.

After arriving at the light source, he still saw no one else, only a candle that was about to go out and a line of writing on the wall.

"Arrive at the east side of the Qingjiang Bridge within 30 minutes. There will be what you want there. It won't be too late."

Luo Yuan turned around and left, going directly to Qingjiang Bridge.

Qingjiang Bridge is located in the suburbs of Beicheng. It is in a remote location with no one living around it. The bridge itself is also extremely old, it leads to a mine, and no one comes or goes late at night.

However, the bridge still has street lights on at night, illuminating circles of dim areas.

When Luo Yuan arrived at the east end of the bridge on time, the front and rear car lights illuminated the surrounding area of ​​dozens of square meters.

There was no one in sight, only a drone.

The same drone that filmed his sister's car accident.

Luo Yuan did not get out of the car in a hurry, but leisurely took out a cup of hot coffee from the incubator and drank it slowly.

The other party spent so much effort to lure him here, certainly not to give him a drone.

He is in no hurry.

He waits for the opponent to make the first move.

He didn't wait too long, but within five or six minutes, as soon as he finished drinking his coffee, a group of big men wearing green sports suits and white bandages on their faces came out and surrounded his car.

They had fierce eyes and held weapons such as sticks and machetes in their hands. They were probably extremely professional thugs.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would be so frightened that they would either call the police for help, or think about how to escape or bribe the other party.

Luo Yuan, however, remained motionless and sat in the driver's seat, looking around calmly.

The phone rang, it was another call from the voice changer.

The voice was very proud: "Master Luo, if you can defeat them, you can hope to get information from them."

"On the contrary, you will lose arms and legs, and you may even lose your life."

"More than 20 people just want to take me down?" Luo Yuan's voice was as calm as stating common sense, "You underestimate me too much."

"Hmph, who doesn't know how to talk?" The other party disapproved, "I'm watching you from a distance this time, just like I watched your sister almost being crushed into a pulp."

Luo Yuan was not irritated, and his voice was as indifferent as water: "Please be sure to watch until the end."

The other party hangs up the phone.

Luo Yuan then heard a "dong" sound, and saw a big man in sportswear smashing the iron rod in his hand on the front of his car, and then raised his hand with his palm upward, beckoning him to come out.

Luo Yuan remained motionless, his cold eyes staring at the other person expressionlessly through the windshield.

The other party felt slighted, waved his hand and shouted: "Smash it to me——"

More than 20 thugs rushed up excitedly, wielding sticks and machetes in their hands, and slashed at the car like a violent storm.

Luo Yuan leaned back slightly, took out a well-sealed pack of cigarettes from the storage box, opened the seal, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, then lit the lighter and burned the cigarette.

Next, he elegantly held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, inhaled one puff at a time, and calmly watched the thugs performing outside the car.