I Can Create Perfect Accidents. - Chapter 55
Chapter 55: First Realization
11.35 AM.
The sun shone brightly in the sky.
Owain City District.
It had been more than an hour since the “accident” happened to the vice president of the Owain Chamber of Commerce.
For ordinary people and even some of the famous people of the ordinary upper-class society, in the circle that they couldn’t see, there were already undercurrents flowing and arrows were drawn.
It was like the calm pressure before a storm.
It made the people who could know of this feel a sense of suffocation and trembling!
This time, the sky in Owain City might change!
On the other side.
For the tens of millions of ordinary people living in this top international metropolis, today was just a normal day.
Under the bright and beautiful sunlight, there was a comfortable breeze.
It made many people feel happy.
At the nearest large-scale mall from the intersection of the Jiangning Expressway.
Meiyi department store.
In the supermarket at the bottom.
John, who had gotten off the car, was pushing a trolley.
He walked calmly between the rows of shelves.
From time to time, he would stop in his tracks.
He picked up some snack bags and casually looked at the manufacture date.
Then, he threw the snacks into the car.
John took out his phone and called Hamlet.
“When you go back, buy a Mold Country rooster and bring it with you.
“I want to eat chicken stew tonight.”
Like a normal person, John said calmly.
There was a pause.
He added, “Ask the merchants to kill the chicken and cut it into small pieces. The knives at home aren’t that fast.”
He casually replied a few more times to Hamlet’s questions.
Then, he hung up.
John pushed the trolley towards the area selling hotpot base materials.
Soon, he bought a bag of materials imported from the Eastern country.
He bought some hotpot food.
John stood at the entrance of the mall with two large bags.
What a normal life.
If possible, John was willing to spend the rest of his life like this.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t.
His lover Alice was still sound asleep on the bed.
She might even be suffering from being tortured by nightmares in her dream.
Some hatred, once picked up, was hard to let go of.
John squinted at the distant horizon.
The respectable sun kept emitting its light and heat.
It never asked for anything, only gave.
But humans were different.
Many people were the exact opposite.
They only took.
They plundered, they took things by force.
Their methods were endless.
All they wanted was their own benefits, their own profit.
For these, they could give up most things, even love and kinship.
Perhaps after obtaining the high position and obtaining power, many things that were lost could be returned.
They probably all thought so.
But were the things returned to them still the same as the ones they lost?
John didn’t believe that to be the case.
Since he had the ability to do so, his own life must be controlled by himself!
My life belongs to me, not the heavens!
All the people and things close to him.
He wouldn’t allow them to be harmed.
He collected his thoughts.
John reached for a taxi.
They arrived at the core city district.
He paid the bill and got out of the car.
He walked to the second floor of the underground garage.
His eyes scanned the rows of cars.
The cars weren’t much different.
He almost didn’t recognize the black Buick he was looking for.
Of course, not long after, he still saw it.
He walked to the trunk and placed the bag in it.
He opened the back door and got in.
The driver in black didn’t say anything.
He directly started the engine.
Owain City, along the highway.
Victor’s eyelids were twitching.
He was standing in the emergency lane beside the fuel tank car accident.
He looked up at the position where the oil tanker that had been before it was dragged away.
He flipped up the hair on his forehead.
In Victor’s eyes, time seemed to be flowing in reverse.
Everything that happened before the accident appeared before his eyes.
The cars that kept driving away suddenly started to move backward.
In the sky, the sun that was already in the middle of the sky retreated to around ten in the morning.
Victor looked fixedly at the heavy, half-hanging oil tanker parked between the outermost driveway and the emergency driveway.
He suddenly looked to the left.
A white van was coming.
The oil tanker was rear-ended.
Victor saw the solvent oil leaking from the tanker.
He lowered his head and walked along the faint traces of meandering oil.
He came to the drainage outlet in front of the highway.
He placed his hand on the railing.
He stuck his head out and looked at the asphalt road under the highway.
The scenes that had occurred not long ago were replicated in his eyes.
“Where did the fire come from?”
Victor twirled the hair on his forehead again.
His expression was solemn as he muttered to himself.
A thought flashed through his mind.
He suddenly looked up.
His blue eyes widened.
He stared fixedly at the overpass opposite the highway.
His breathing gradually became heavy.
At the same time, his body became tense.
“Help me check all the cars that passed by the overpass at around 10.15 AM!
“No! That’s not right!
“Start checking from 10.00 AM. Check all the cars that pass along the overpass between 10.00 to 10.15 AM!”
Victor’s voice was hoarse.
“All of them!
“Not a single car must be left unchecked!”
Victor’s emotion was getting heated and his eyes were bloodshot.
He practically growled.
He could sense that he had found a key to this mysterious accident!
“The most important thing is to pay attention to public transportation such as online ride-hailing cars, taxis, and buses!” He continued.
As soon as he finished speaking, Victor strode forward.
He hurriedly got into the car behind him.
…
Not long after.
Victor returned to the Owain police headquarters.
It was a gray six-story building.
In the surveillance room, the atmosphere was tense and solemn.
One criminal investigation expert after another, as well as the remaining four secret service agents, were all busy with the investigation information.
Outside this six-story building was the Criminal Investigation Department.
As well as an even larger team that was also investigating the Stansen incident.
In front of the computer, Sona kept scrolling through the surveillance footage at high speed.
With a ‘Pa!’ sound, Suona suddenly pressed the pause button.
A gray Buick and a bald middle-aged man in the driver’s seat stopped in the middle of the screen.
Her fingers tapped on the keyboard again.
All the information about this gray Buick and its owner kept popping up in front of Sona.
Her gaze quickly swept across the pages of information.
Joy appeared in her eyes.
“Captain Victor!” She couldn’t suppress the excitement in her voice.
Victor was always wise and experienced.
The clue he gave this time was quite effective.
He was indeed worthy of being a respected detective of the older generation.
These thoughts flashed across Sona’s mind.
“There’s an outcome!”
She jogged along and called for Victor.
