Chapter 1 The Celebration

The celebration at the police station lasted for a while before everyone dispersed, still feeling like it wasn't enough.

It was obvious...

The colleagues at the Donghai Police Station had been under immense pressure recently. The internet and complaint boxes were filled with countless insults every day.

But that was all in the past.

Once these case leads were sorted out, it would be their time to receive flowers, applause, and commendations.

From today onwards, the Xu Yun Special Task Force was essentially dead in name only.

It still existed nominally, but in reality, it had been disbanded.

After all, the case had been solved, so there was naturally no need to keep it around.

The other team members also returned to their respective posts, and the entire bureau was working together to summarize this series of serial murders.

Lin Xian arrived at the double room dormitory he had stayed in before.

Now that the special task force had been disbanded, it was time for him to move out of here as well.

In fact, it had been deserted here for many days. Ji Lin's belongings were long gone; he had taken everything with him when he went to Sakura Country. Although Lin Xian's toiletries were here, he hadn't stayed here during this time.

He turned on the light in the room.

The empty room couldn't help but make him feel a little sentimental.

Now, everyone believed that this bloody drama had completely ended.

Only he knew.

It hadn't ended yet.

This drama was still one scene away from its final curtain call.

Which side's actors would ultimately take their bows to the applause of the audience depended on this final showdown.

Lin Xian packed up his belongings, turned off the light, and finally glanced back at the room he had shared with Ji Lin for more than half a month...

Bang.

He closed the door.

...

MX Company, 22nd floor, Zhao Yingjun's office.

Lin Xian placed the ancestral Ferrari key on Zhao Yingjun's desk.

"You're done with it?"

Zhao Yingjun looked up and smiled:

"You really did something big with it."

"You heard?"

"Of course, such a satisfying thing spreads like wildfire. Even though the police haven't issued a formal announcement yet, I think the whole city probably knows."

Zhao Yingjun rested her chin on her hand, looking at Lin Xian:

"The Donghai City Police Department probably regards you as a hero, right? You really solved a huge problem for them."

"That's also thanks to your car." Lin Xian pointed to the car key on the desk:

"Without this good car, I might have been thrown off by that criminal, and naturally, this credit wouldn't have fallen on me."

"You seem to really like driving."

"I guess."

Lin Xian smiled:

"It's probably the only thing I'm good at in this world."

"You're too modest."

Zhao Yingjun leaned back in her boss's chair, looking at Lin Xian:

"You have many advantages and strengths, which everyone can see. It's said that a good horse deserves a good saddle. If you like this car, just drive it yourself. I don't usually drive this car; I have a driver."

"No, no, I'm too embarrassed to get your car into such a mess every time."

Lin Xian waved his hand and brought up today's topic:

"I'm still very grateful to you for lending me this car and trusting me so much. I don't have anything worthwhile to thank you with, but a friend told me about a very good restaurant. How about I treat you to dinner one night when you're free?"

"Hmm..."

Zhao Yingjun thought for a moment, then smiled:

"Forget about dinner. If you really want to thank me, how about another way?"

"Another way?"

Lin Xian was stunned:

"Then... what do you need me to do?"

Zhao Yingjun leaned forward, smiling as she played with the Ferrari key on the table:

"After two crazy racing experiences with you, I've also become interested in this kind of exciting sport."

"How about... you teach me how to drive? I think drifting and high-speed overtaking are quite interesting."

Lin Xian blinked, never expecting Zhao Yingjun to make such a request.

"Are you sure? Racing is very dangerous."

"Of course not on the road." Zhao Yingjun spread her hands:

"It can be on the track, which is still very safe. After your last show of skill, I was interested and looked up some information. I really want to try it myself."

Lin Xian nodded.

After all, he was here today to thank Zhao Yingjun for lending him the car. The request she made wasn't excessive, and for him, it was just a matter of lifting a finger, so he directly agreed:

"Then that's no problem. Tomorrow is Saturday. How about we go to the Tianma Circuit? The track there is open for practice for a long time, and there are many tracks, so it's easy to book."

"No problem."

Zhao Yingjun nodded with a smile:

"See you tomorrow."

...

Rumble!!!!!!!!!!!!

At low gear and high RPMs, the roaring Ferrari Laferrari, with black smoke from incomplete combustion, sped along the No. 2 track of the Tianma Circuit in Donghai City.

Today, this track was booked by Zhao Yingjun for her to use for practice.

Now was the off-season for major racing events, so the tracks at various racetracks were very abundant. Many modified car and sports car enthusiasts would come here to test their cars. However, it was not common for one car to book the entire track. It could only be said that Zhao Yingjun was very wealthy.

"Yes, just maintain this RPM, and keep your eyes on the tachometer."

Lin Xian sat in the passenger seat, watching Zhao Yingjun gripping the steering wheel and giving instructions:

"When racing, speed is not important. Speed can be felt intuitively with your eyes and body. Engine RPM is the data that needs the most attention at all times. For novice racers, the feeling of RPM is not so intuitive, so you must always stare at the tachometer."

Zhao Yingjun nodded and took note.

The current speed was already very fast... She had never driven such a fast car before, so she was inevitably a little nervous.

So, she became serious, staring straight ahead, and occasionally glancing at the tachometer according to Lin Xian's instructions.

This was indeed a field she had never touched before.

Having driven for so long before, she had never paid attention to the tachometer, nor was she clear why this data, which had no intuitive meaning for driving, had to be specially displayed for the driver to see.

Now, after Lin Xian's explanation, she understood that high-difficulty vehicle operations were all achieved by manually using low gears and raising the engine RPM. Different RPMs corresponded to different degrees of flexibility, which needed to be felt and adapted to by the entire body.

Today, Zhao Yingjun's attire was more beautiful than Lin Xian had ever seen before.

For driving safety, she finally took off the high heels that were welded to the soles of her feet and put on special racing shoes. And her clothes were no longer so light and floaty, but were replaced with tight racing suits.

All the jewelry on her body was also removed, including her signature earrings. These things were very dangerous when racing.

In itself, Zhao Yingjun should also wear a safety helmet. But firstly, today was just practice, and secondly, wearing a helmet was not good for the novice's line of sight and the neck's support was insufficient, which would be dangerous.

Therefore, Zhao Yingjun did not wear a helmet today, but only installed a more professional seat belt. Her smooth shawl-length hair was tied high into a ponytail behind her head, making her extremely heroic.

"Very good, high-speed driving on a straight is that simple. But don't shift to a high gear. Only high RPMs in low gear can respond to various emergencies on the road in a timely manner. To drive well, the most important thing is to shift to a low gear and raise the RPM in time."

"Then next, you need to feel the centrifugal force of the curve, and then drift with the trend."

Zhao Yingjun was already a little nervous, but Lin Xian was still relaxed, explaining with a smile:

"Although Ferrari doesn't have a mechanical handbrake, drifting doesn't necessarily require a handbrake. The core of drifting is actually to make the rear wheels perform a tail-flicking operation. If there is no handbrake, then we can instantly downshift and slam on the accelerator at high speed to increase the rear wheel RPM. In this way, the friction between the rear wheels and the ground will be drastically reduced, thus forming a slip and completing the drift."

"You... you say that quite easily."

Zhao Yingjun smiled wryly:

"So... what should I do?"

"It's okay, I'll help you hold the steering wheel, and you just listen to my instructions. Now—downshift to second gear! Step on the accelerator all the way!"

Chiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!

As Zhao Yingjun gritted her teeth and stepped on the accelerator all the way! The RPM of the rear-wheel-drive wheels, which had risen sharply, began to spin wildly! And white smoke rubbed out with the ground!

At the same time, the grip was instantly lost, and the entire rear wheel began to slide sideways! The entire Ferrari body also tilted synchronously! It turned into a 45-degree drift posture and cut into the curve!

Of course...

At this time, the steering wheel in the car was tightly held by Lin Xian's left hand, and the subtle direction adjustments were all completed by him.

After all, the first drift was just to let Zhao Yingjun feel the centrifugal force of this tire slip. If she wanted to personally complete this action, she still needed to practice for a while... If she controlled the steering wheel for the first drift now, it would have guaranteed that she would have rolled over just now.

"Hoo..."

After passing through the curve, Zhao Yingjun breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head with a smile:

"I didn't have time to think just now, but now I carefully savor your words... the principle that the faster the RPM, the smaller the friction, seems to be learned in high school physics textbooks? I really didn't expect this kind of physics knowledge to be applied to all aspects of life."

"Indeed."

Lin Xian nodded:

"Physics can indeed be regarded as a very beautiful subject. Many scientists are addicted to various mechanical laws and equations, but... some people say that mathematics is the most beautiful subject in the world."

Lin Xian thought of Liu Feng and Li Qiqi.

Even though one of them understood mathematics and the other didn't understand it at all, they could both appreciate the beauty of mathematics and the subtlety of formulas.

Sometimes Lin Xian also often wondered, why are the physical and mathematical laws in this universe so ingenious and so perfect?

It was hard to imagine that this coincidence was formed naturally.

"Physics and mathematics are inseparable."

After experiencing the curve once, Zhao Yingjun was obviously much more relaxed, and she could already chat with Lin Xian when accelerating on the straight:

"The famous mathematician Isaac Newton, didn't he write a book called *Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy*?"

"That's right." Lin Xian had also read this book:

"This book is Newton's stairway to godhood. The introduction of the three laws of motion and the law of universal gravitation... made Newton firmly sit on the throne of the father of modern science, and also opened the prelude for mankind to glimpse the mysteries of the universe."

"Newton is the real genius."

Lin Xian couldn't help but sigh.

What kind of self-righteous geniuses gathered together to dare to call themselves a genius club?

Without the existence of Newton, Einstein, and Gauss, he would not recognize it. These unparalleled talents raised the threshold for genius too high... It was hard to imagine how later generations could surpass them.

...

At the same time, Tianma Circuit, No. 1 track.

The fiery red McLaren Wind Child swung through the last curve at an exaggerated drift angle, the low-lying tires rubbing against the ground, and parked diagonally next to the track.

The scissor doors opened.

Su Su took off her safety helmet, shook her bright yellow hair to make it fluffy again, turned her head and looked at the coach next to her:

"How was that?"

The male coach next to her gave a thumbs up with both hands:

"Great! Absolutely great, Su Su! You are truly the most talented female racer I have ever seen!"

"But I feel... my curves are still not close enough to the inside."

"How is that possible!" the coach exclaimed:

"That's already very good! Even professional racers can't drive their car heads close to the inner curve! This isn't *Initial D* or *Crazy Racing Kart Rider*... No one can drive so exaggeratedly. You're already very excellent!"

"Hmm..." Su Su clicked her tongue:

"But some time ago, I saw two people, they were both very skilled, and they were driving on the crowded overpass even better than on the track. Their level of cornering was really the headlights biting tightly on the edge of the road."

"Hahahaha... That... you probably saw it wrong." The coach laughed dryly. How was that possible... pure urban legend.

"Then I'm leaving, see you next week."

After the coach got out of the car, Su Su called her female companion, who had been waiting for a long time by the roadside, into the car. The two waved goodbye to the coach and drove away from the No. 1 track.

"Okay, Miss Su Su, see you next week!"

The coach waved goodbye diligently on tiptoes.

This was a big client!

She was extremely generous, so he had to serve her well!

The female companion next to her took out a box of bubble gum from the McLaren's passenger storage compartment and threw one into her mouth:

"Su Su, you're stimulated by that Ferrari Laferrari last time, aren't you? You have to come here every week to practice driving."

Su Su snorted softly:

"The Ferrari's stimulation is okay... I'm just mad at my blind date. The feeling of running away after showing off is really disgusting! It was the first time in my life that I took the initiative to let someone scan the code to add WeChat, and he actually dared to reject me?! He really doesn't know what's good for him! Next time I meet him, I will definitely not give him a good time!"

"Oh, don't be angry."

The female companion handed over a piece of bubble gum and chuckled:

"Donghai City is so big, how easy is it to meet someone? Whether it's that Ferrari Laferrari or that blind date... you probably won't have a chance to meet again in this lifetime!"

Rumble!!!!!!!!!!!

The two McLarens passed by the periphery of the No. 2 track of the racetrack.

A red phantom, with black smoke from the tires rubbing against the ground, accelerated suddenly in the roar of a violent high-RPM engine! Roaring past!

Su Su and her female companion opened their mouths wide, dumbfounded.

The two, without prior agreement, stretched their heads to look at the departing No. 2 track...

That familiar red,

That familiar model,

Those familiar taillights!

"Fuck!"

Su Su gritted her teeth:

"What a fucking twist of fate!"