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Traffic was restored very quickly. If it weren't for the police car driving by at high speed, no one would have noticed that this incident had anything to do with the police investigation.
¡°At most, I think the transportation department made a mistake.
The peach wood sword is still guiding the direction conscientiously, but the time is almost over.
So, is the direction it points to the villa where Li Chao worked?
Nobody knows.
¡°But looking at this direction, we are indeed heading towards the place where Li Chao¡¯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, it will make him sick.
There were a total of 9 people in the car, including Feng Rui who was driving.
More than half of them were pale.
As a frail little girl, Su Nanzhi¡¯s face is inherently pale and has 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.
"The time is almost over." Taoist priest 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 started to change direction.
Everyone's eyes followed its change of direction. As a result, the next second, before it completely stopped, there was a "snap" sound, and the peach wood sword fell down, and the hilt hit Changqing Road. Long instep.
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Feng Rui stepped on the foot brake and stopped.
We all stared at the peach wood sword in the car, speechless for a moment.
And Taoist Changqing, who provided spiritual power to control the Taomu Sword along the way, looked as pale as a piece of paper.
"Taoist Master, what's going on now?" Qin Luoshu asked.
Changqing Taoist Priest's eyes darkened: "According to Tao Mujian's instructions, that person may be in the northwest direction now."
Taoist priest Yun Qi said something to 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 wants to turn in another direction later?"
"Then what do you think we should do?" Changqing glared at Yun Qi, "Do you have a way to be sure now?"
Seeing that the two people were about to quarrel in the car, Feng Rui interrupted them, "Stop quarreling."
He spoke with a sense of calmness and authority. The two Taoist priests quickly became quiet, but they were not convinced by each other.
Feng Rui finally looked at Su Nanzhi at this time: "Miss Su, can you tell me what we should do now?"
Su Nan Zhizhi was caught off guard and met the other eight pairs of eyes.
She coughed dryly: "Since we are all here, why not go to Li Chaoqian's residence to see if there are any clues?"
What she said makes some sense, but it¡¯s not very reasonable.
"Officer Feng, what do you ask a little girl to do about this kind of thing?" One of Changqing's nephews spoke up, his tone full of disdain for Su Nan Zhi, "A little girl of her age is still wearing a school uniform. You should go to school, not get involved here."
Hearing this, Feng Rui glanced at the man: "Do you have any objections?"
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 Taoist Priest Changqing calmly picking up his mahogany sword from the car and holding it in his hand. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com