CHAPTER 548: CHAPTER 549: THE ACCIDENTAL CREATOR

Suddenly, Shi Lingyan unintentionally looked up and caught sight of a dark figure.

The figure stood about a few hundred meters ahead behind a tree, facing this way.

Shi Lingyan’s vision was much stronger than the average person’s; he noticed at a glance that the person was watching this spot and saw the sharpness in his gaze.

However, the moment Shi Lingyan’s eyes met his, the man quickly looked away, as if he had just glanced over unintentionally.

Shi Lingyan narrowed his eyes slightly and soon shifted his gaze to another area where he felt watched.

This time it was even more distant, yet Shi Lingyan still sensed that the person was watching him.

Just like before, this man was also watching him.

But this time, when their eyes met, the man didn’t look away immediately. Instead, their eyes locked for about two seconds before the man shifted his gaze.

Shi Lingyan withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged, and said to his grandparents, "Let’s go back."

"So soon?" Grandma Shi was clearly surprised, "Didn’t you used to like staying here for a long time? Is something the matter today?"

But that wasn’t the case.

No matter how busy Shi Lingyan was, on the anniversary of his parents’ death, he always tried to make time, and it had been so every year.

And Shi Lingyan had no intention of explaining; he simply turned around and said, "Yes."

Grandpa Shi and Grandma Shi felt he was acting a bit unusual and exchanged glances.

The family of three quickly reached the parking lot.

Since there were not many people, the parking lot was sparsely filled with cars, making it look somewhat empty.

Next to a black Maybach, there stood two or three men at this moment—two looking tall and formidable, and one of them appeared rather skinny, with his head down, seeming very docile.

"What’s going on here?" Grandpa Shi stepped forward, his grizzled eyebrows furrowing in displeasure, "What happened?"

Grandma Shi’s attention, however, was drawn to one of the men, asking, "What do you do?"

"Grandma," Shi Lingyan spoke up, "my friend, he’s a detective."

Gao Lian stood to the side smoking. He had just put out the remaining half of his cigarette, slowly exhaling the last ring of smoke. Hearing Shi Lingyan’s words, he chuckled internally.

Friends?

Was Mr. Shi trying to forcibly make friends with him?

However, in the presence of the elders, he didn’t expose anything about Shi Lingyan and instead politely greeted the elderly couple, "Mr. Shi, Old Mrs. Shi, hello, I am Gao Lian."

Then he took out his police badge.

"We were patrolling this area and noticed this person lingering around your car. After observing him, we discovered that he had tampered with your car. If you had driven this car out, it’s likely that within three kilometers a fatal accident could occur."

"A fatal accident?" Grandpa Shi’s brows furrowed deeper, "Like what?"

"Like brake failure, overheating, explosion," another officer said, "We have yet to verify this man’s identity. Mr. Shi, if you have time, please come with us."

Grandpa Shi’s expression grew solemn, his emotions somewhat tense.

And Grandma Shi was shocked, "What do you mean? Are you trying to kill us? If we had really driven such a car, our whole family would be finished!"