A black BMW 6 Series sports car rushed towards the Macheng District Health Bureau, and Cheng Zhifeng listened to the thunderous rock music in the car, and his heart was surging.

He was going to the Health Bureau to pick up his fiancée, Wang Mengxin.

Cheng Zhifeng is a graduate student in traditional Chinese medicine, and as soon as he returned to Qingmei City after graduation, his uncle urged him to get married. Because four years ago, Cheng Zhifeng's parents died of a sudden illness, and his parents left a will at that time If Cheng Zhifeng did not start a family half a year after graduation, he would not be able to inherit the Cheng family's inheritance, and all the assets of the Cheng family would be donated to charity.

Cheng Zhifeng is now going to pick up Wang Mengxin from work and go back to Qingmei City for dinner, and tonight everyone sits together to discuss the matter of getting married and setting up wine next month.

After the marriage is done, Cheng Zhifeng will go to work in the Affiliated Hospital of Ninghai Province as the chief physician.

His mentor, Li Guangke, is the dean of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Ninghai Medical University, a well-known Chinese medicine practitioner in the country, and enjoys special national allowances.

Because Cheng Zhifeng has extraordinary ability in traditional Chinese medicine, he was hired as a teaching aid by the medical school before he graduated.

Cheng Zhifeng and Wang Mengxin, deputy director of the Macheng District Health Bureau, have not had much contact with each other, the two are world friends, and the two families were engaged to them five years ago, and they rarely have no feelings for each other. Anyway, that's the thing, the marriage of a rich and handsome white rich and beautiful family like them can't be decided by themselves.

Now everything in the Cheng family is taken care of by Cheng Zhifeng's uncle Cheng Hai, and Cheng Zhifeng has always listened to Cheng Hai.

When the sports car turned a corner to enter Xinhua Street, Cheng Zhifeng lightly stepped on the foot brake to slow down the sports car and turn to the street on the right.

He has been driving for many years, and his driving skills are very good, but after he stepped lightly, the sports car did not slow down and kept rushing forward.

Can't you step on it enough? Cheng Zhifeng pressed the foot brake hard while thinking, but the sports car still rushed forward, and the speed seemed to be getting faster and faster.

"Not good!" Cheng Zhifeng hurriedly hit the steering wheel, and the sports car rushed into the street on the right.

The speed of the "pop bar pull ......" sports car was too fast, and after rushing into the street, it lost its accuracy and overturned and continued to shovel forward.

"Boom!" There happened to be a young man next to him hurriedly walking out of the store with a bag of things, and the sports car crashed into the building next to the store with a loud noise, and then the sports car caught fire and exploded, and the young man who had just walked out was swept out of the store by the air wave.

"Ahh Cheng Zhifeng jumped up from the ground with a scream, he felt dizzy in his head, he saw that his hands and feet were all right? When the sports car crashed into the street bar in front of him, his head had already hit the glass of the car and was bleeding, how could he not feel it at all, how could he not bleed?

"How could I be okay?" Cheng Zhifeng shouted loudly.

"Cut, of course you're fine, and it's not that you crashed, you just fell to the ground by the air current." An aunt in her fifties next to her glanced at Cheng Zhifeng.

"Didn't I crash?" Cheng Zhifeng looked up at the front, he found that the BMW 6 Series next to the mall was all burning, and there were explosions from time to time, it was his sports car, but how could he be outside?

A stout man ran out of the store, and he scolded Cheng Zhifeng: "Boy, you don't give money to buy things? Do you believe that I beat you to death? After speaking, the strong man grabbed Cheng Zhifeng's collar and wanted to hit him.

"When am I going to buy your stuff?" Cheng Zhifeng replied.

"Do you dare to talk nonsense, do you see if the things you have in your hands are from our store?" The strong man pointed to the thing in Cheng Zhifeng's hand.

Hearing what the strong man said, Cheng Zhifeng realized that he was carrying a bag of things in his hand, and the clothes and pants on his body were not what he was wearing today, and it was clear that the goods on the street were not his Versace.

"Ah......" Cheng Zhifeng refracted from the window of the store and saw that the person in front of him was not himself, but the young man who had just walked out. With a tall nose, a thin face, and thick hair, he was a little more handsome than him.

"Hell, ......" Cheng Zhifeng pointed to the window and shouted, and he found that the young man in the window was also pointing at him.

"Your sister, do you think I'll let you go if you call a ghost?" The strong man angrily punched Cheng Zhifeng in the stomach.

"Bang!" Cheng Zhifeng fell to the ground, and the strong man continued to kick and beat him.

Cheng Zhifeng held his head in his hands, and his mind was dizzy, and he began to receive other memories in his brain.

This young man's name is Mo Zhitao, just now the shopkeeper went inside to get something, Mo Zhitao ran out of the store with a few bags of things, but he didn't expect to run into him driving over. And everything that Cheng Zhifeng knows about Lu Dao is a memory in his mind.

"Don't fight, I'll give you money." Cheng Zhifeng shouted.

"Your sister, if you said earlier, I wouldn't beat you." The strong man stopped, he watched Cheng Zhifeng get up from the ground, and then took out his wallet and counted the money for him.

Cheng Zhifeng took something and walked to the window of the store and kept shining it, yes, he is Mo Zhitao now.

He, he actually crashed into the body and ran out of body to Mo Zhitao's body.

"Ahh Cheng Zhifeng held his head and screamed, and slowly fell to the ground as he fell.

When Cheng Zhifeng came to his senses again, the scene of the car accident had been cleaned up, and he asked the shopkeeper inside to find out that he had been charred, and the police had pulled his body and vehicle back to the police station.

How so? I want to go home. Cheng Zhifeng impulsively wanted to return to Cheng's house, and he wanted to tell his uncle Cheng Hai that he was still alive.

No, my sports car has a high safety factor, how can there be a problem with the foot brake? And the airbag did not pop out to protect the owner when it crashed? How could it catch fire and explode immediately after a crash, did someone do something to my sports car?

Cheng Zhifeng drove this sports car yesterday and didn't have anything to do, why did he have an accident while driving today? Conspiracy, someone trying to harm me? Cheng Zhifeng clenched his fists tightly, he felt that he was chilled, someone was going to kill him, who was it? Who the hell wanted to kill him? Why did you want to kill him? Thinking of this, Cheng Zhifeng calmed down, and he rushed to the Macheng District Public Security Bureau.

When he arrived at the Public Security Bureau, Cheng Zhifeng saw Cheng Hai's Mercedes-Benz parked inside, and two of Cheng's bodyguards stood outside.

The two of them used to nod their heads when they saw him, but now they see passers-by.

After a while, a first-class superintendent nodded and accompanied Cheng Hai out.

The Cheng family's Cheng Group has done a lot of business, and the city leaders attach great importance to their enterprises, let alone the leaders of a district public security bureau.

Cheng Zhifeng was just about to step forward, but the two bodyguards rushed up and pushed him away, "Go away, don't stand in the way of our boss." ”

The bodyguard arrogantly pushed Cheng Zhifeng to the ground, and Cheng Hai glanced at Cheng Zhifeng and walked towards his Mercedes-Benz.

Cheng Zhifeng wanted to call Cheng Hai, but his head hurt again, and he squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.

The memories of the two men rolled and taunted in their minds, and his head was stabbed like a thousand needles at the same time.

It took half an hour for Cheng Zhifeng to recover.

I'm Mo Zhitao now, Cheng Hai can't recognize me, and others can't recognize me. Me, what should I do? Who the hell is going to kill me? If I go back to Cheng's house and say that I am Cheng Zhifeng, no one will believe me, I will only be told by others that I am insane, and I will be killed.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhifeng felt a burst of fear, as if the murderer was staring at him and was about to kill him at any time.

What am I afraid of? My soul is in Mo Zhitao's body, no one knows that I am Cheng Zhifeng, thinking of this, Cheng Zhifeng is a little relieved.

Suddenly, Cheng Zhifeng felt his head hurt again, and he fainted to the ground after a while.

Three days have passed, Cheng Zhifeng has read a lot of reports on the news, he has been cremated, and the cause of death is the death of a car accident that drove too fast.

Cheng Hai inherited his parents' estate as the second heir of the Cheng family. In the lace entertainment report, a rich second generation pursued the eldest lady of the Wang family, and it is said that he has begun to talk about marriage.

What made Mo Zhitao even more angry was that his classmate Xiao Rufeng claimed on the medical Internet that he had studied acupuncture for many years, and finally developed a set of traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture results "flow acupuncture method", which had great effects on the treatment of diseases.

Flow acupuncture method, is Cheng Zhifeng in the study of traditional Chinese medicine graduate research for several years to find out the medical results, in the treatment of patients is very effective, he is ready to get the "Chinese Chinese medicine" publication, did not expect that after his accident, the results were also plagiarized by Xiao Rufeng.

At that time, because it had not yet been announced, Cheng Zhifeng did not tell his mentor Li Guangke, but only told Xiao Rufeng.

Now Cheng Zhifeng, that is, Mo Zhitao, has calmed down a lot, Cheng Hai inherited his inheritance, if he goes back to Cheng's house, even if the murderer is not Cheng Hai, will Cheng Hai still recognize him? Will it hurt him? Even if it is his own uncle, in front of billions of inheritances, relatives will become enemies, and this kind of scene has been watched a lot on TV.

Wang Mengxin, who seems to be innocent on the surface, how could she throw herself into the arms of others immediately after his death? Could it be that there is something inside this? Did her mistress do it? Or did she play another role in the murder of herself? Mo Zhitao threw the newspaper on the ground, and he stood up and looked at the plane tree outside the window.

Mo Zhitao, 22 years old this year, graduated from Qingmei City Health School and has been a physician assistant for three years in Macheng District People's Hospital. Mo Zhitao used to misbehave in the hospital, and he didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and the hospital leaders were ready to fire him.

Alas, how could I, a rich and handsome soul, run to such a dick? Mo Zhitao sighed secretly, he just had no use for him except for being handsome.

doesn't learn and doesn't know how to steal chickens and dogs, this is what everyone says about him.

No, I must investigate who is trying to harm me, I must take revenge, I want my family property back, Mo Zhitao clenched his fists tightly. However, his current strength is too poor, and someone will kill him if people move their mouths, so he must think in the long term and can't act rashly.

"Ahh Mo Zhitao screamed, and he held his head again and inhaled the cold air. Since the memories of the two people occupy one head, his head always hurts, from time to time, sometimes once a day, sometimes several times, this kind of overlap of memories, even if Mo Zhitao uses acupuncture, there is no way to solve it.

"Ring, ring, ring, ......" Mo Zhitao's mobile phone rang rapidly.