Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

Luo Zishu's face turned red, and Rong Mocai smiled and showed two small tiger teeth, "Uncle Luo, will those three uncles still come?"

Hearing Rong Mo mention the three men, Luo Zishu obviously started to lose control of his emotions, his expression became more and more ferocious, and his hand became a little heavier, like an enraged beast.

Rong Mo was not afraid either, and then he lowered his eyes and smiled and said to himself, "Why don't you open your eyes, Mom? Zhenzhen doesn't like the way her mother has her eyes closed. Zhenzhen likes her mother's eyes because they look like Zhenzhen." Her eyes are just as beautiful"

The child stared blankly at the man in front of him. His obsidian eyes had already begun to take shape as peach blossom eyes. The ends of his eyes were slightly raised, and he smiled like an exquisite doll.

Luo Zishu stared at the little boy's eyes and was stunned for a moment. These eyes really looked like Gu Qian's...

Looking into these eyes, the little boy's appearance kept overlapping with that of Gu Qian, and finally he was lying in a pool of blood.

No, no, Gu Qian is no longer here, we can’t even...

He hurriedly wiped the blood from Rong Mo's body, afraid that the other party would also lie there quietly.

He couldn't wipe it off no matter how hard he wiped it off, so he could only keep wiping it stubbornly with his eyes open.

Until Rong Mo's clothes were completely stained red, the man's eyes were red, his shoulders were shaking, and he was screaming heartbreakingly.

Rong Mo chuckled and looked at the man who was getting more and more crazy.

It wasn't until Luo Zishu was about to collapse that he gently touched Luo Zishu's head as if giving alms.

After being touched like this, Luo Zishu gradually became quiet.

He was breathing heavily, and his vision was blurred by tears. Before he could think of anything else, Luo Zishu pulled Rong Mo into his arms.

It's like I've found a new sustenance.

"No, no Zhenzhen, those three people will not appear again, the police will take them away."

"Pfft..."

The little baby in his arms suddenly let out a sneer that was inappropriate for his age. Luo Zishu paused slightly and looked at the little boy in his arms.

Rong Mo put on his innocent look again. He seemed not to see the confusion in the man's eyes, fiddling with Luo Zishu's tie with his little hands.

How could he be so stupid? I really want to strangle him!

Rong Mo retracted his little hand and shouted happily, "Great, the policeman is so awesome, bad guys will never appear again."

"..."

Never show up again?

Seeing the man calm down, Rong Mo held Luo Zishu's face and giggled non-stop.

You are the innocent and stupid child, will you really never show up again?

Luo Zishu's eyes fell on the blood on the ground, and he clenched his fists again and again.

It won't disappear forever. Gu Qian... committed suicide.

The sentence for committing suicide will not be many years...

The man was completely immersed in his own thoughts and did not realize that he had entered a trap woven by others.

As a psychiatrist, he didn't see the indifference and malice in Rong Mo's eyes.

After a while, Luo Zishu hugged Rong Mo tightly and promised the person in his arms word for word, "They will not appear again, and they will never appear again. Uncle Luo will protect Zhenzhen."

This time Rong Mo didn't speak, but quietly huddled in Luo Zishu's arms.

…………

Ten years later

c City Public Security Bureau

The man in a black jacket was napping on a chair with his long legs crossed, a ballpoint pen in his hand, and the documents on the desktop were piled up in a mess...

"Knock knock!"

There was knocking on the door of the Crime Unit for a long time, and the man on the chair showed no sign of waking up.

“Knock knock knock…Team Tan?”

The people outside the door gradually lost their patience. After trying to wake up the people inside and failing, they turned the handle and walked in without permission.

The tough-looking boy looked at the sleeping person buried behind the documents, hesitated for a moment, and walked over boldly.

"Team Tan, stop sleeping and come back to work!"

"boom--"

"Grass!"

Dong Minghao quickly distanced himself and looked at the person who turned over and fell under the table with a guilty conscience, "That Captain Tan..."

"Hey, Dong Minghao, you damn kid, didn't you know how to knock on the door when you came in? Do you want to scare me to death?" Tan Lin stood up from under the table, cursing.

"I've been knocking for a long time...you didn't hear me?"

Dong Minghao felt aggrieved like a primary school student being criticized by the dean. It was obviously Captain Tan who slept too hard, so he still had to blame him.

"Ahem...yeah, please knock louder next time." There have been too many cases recently. He had stayed up all night for three days and he wanted to sleep to death. It was normal that he was not woken up. Tan Lin pursed his lips in embarrassment and looked at It fell on the folder in Dong Minghao's arms.

"Why did you come to see me?"

Looking at this situation...there's another case, right?Stop it, leave him a way to survive!

He hadn't woken up before, but now his head hurt when he heard the word "case".

Dong Minghao glanced at the obvious dark circles under Tan Lin's eyes, swallowed his saliva, and his tone became cautious, "This is a big case, Director Liu named you to go..."

The more he talked, the lower the air pressure around him became, so he simply handed the document to Tan Lin and let him read it.

"Big cases, every case is a big case. This is the serious crime team. Can you send all other cases to me?" Tan Lin protested with a cold face and dissatisfaction.

Dong Minghao shrank his neck fiercely, "Team Tan, this... this time is really big. Three people died at the same crime scene, and they were all adult men..."

"Three?"

Tan Lin frowned tightly. At the same time, there were really not many cases involving the three deceased people. His expression became much more solemn. He opened the folder and his frown deepened as he looked at it.

Report time: March 3, 7:13 pm

出警时间：3月7日下午13:25到达现场时间：13:48

Crime scene: Qingyu Studio

Three deceased:

Wang Bin, owner of Qingyu Painting Studio

Han Mingyu, boss of listed company

Employees at Lincheng Insurance Company

Reporter: Rong Mo (freshman student at Academy of Fine Arts)

Suspect: Rong Mo

Are the reporter and the suspect the same person?One person kills three people?Tan Lin was a little surprised.

He raised his hand and glanced at the time. It happened 10 minutes ago?

"Where are the suspects? Don't we all have suspects? We can just bring them back for trial."

Dong Minghao looked embarrassed when he heard this, "This is the difficulty of this case. When our comrades arrived, the suspect committed suicide. Fortunately, he was stopped and has been sent to the No. 1 Civilian Hospital for treatment..."

The suspect committed suicide?

There is something wrong with this case. Before the police ask, is this considered suicide out of fear of crime?

Tan Lin pulled off his coat, picked up the ID on the table, and patted Dong Minghao on the shoulder, "Let's go and take a look!"

The sirens cut through the noisy streets, drove all the way into the alleys, and finally stopped in a studio.

Dong Minghao handed the gloves to Tan Lin as he walked, "Captain Tan's case is quite evil according to them."

Tan Lin glanced at Dong Minghao with an exaggerated expression, reached out to take the gloves, and sneered: "After handling cases for so many years, what case have I not seen? How evil must it be for you to say something evil?"

Knowing that Tan Lin didn't believe it, Dong Minghao introduced him: "We went out to the police after receiving the report. When we came in, we saw the suspect standing there with a dagger, as if he had lost his soul, and he didn't say a word. The man just stabbed himself, and there is something wrong with the bodies of the three victims. In short, if you go in and take a look, you will know that there is no clue to this case."

While the two were talking, they had already arrived at the studio. Tan Lin raised the cordon and walked into the studio. He smelled a strong smell of blood. When he came in, he had almost finished collecting the certificates.

The moment he saw the body, Tan Lin knew why Dong Haoming said this case was evil.

The arms of the three deceased people were missing, and the dismemberment incisions were obviously made by tools such as saws.

The suspect Dong Minghao mentioned only had a fruit knife in his hand, which could not cut off the arms of these three people.

Dong Minghao pointed at the body and said: "You saw the incision, right? The suspect only had a knife in his hand. There were no footprints of the suspect at the scene, and there were no other crime tools. The mobile phones of the three deceased were also missing, so there is a high probability... "

Tan Lin raised his eyebrows and said, "There's a high probability that he wasn't the one who killed him?"

Dong Minghao nodded, that's what he meant, "The most important thing is that the surveillance showed that Rong Mo walked into the studio 2 minutes before reporting the crime."

In other words, this person just arrived, found the body and called the police, but no one knows why he took a knife and stabbed himself...

Tan Lin thought for a moment and asked, "Are there no other witnesses?"

Tong Minghao shook his head: "The hotel next to this studio had a gas explosion the day before, and the walls were blackened, so the studio is on holiday today, and the area has been cordoned off again, and almost no one is passing by."

Nothing, what a coincidence.

Tan Lin sneered: "Since it's a holiday today, why is Rong Mo here?"

Dong Minghao sighed: "We looked at his mobile phone. It was Wang Bin, one of the deceased, who was also the owner of this studio. He made an appointment with the suspect in the morning to come to the studio in the afternoon. The two of them had a teacher-student relationship. In addition to the suspect Except for knowing Wang Bin, the other two deceased people had no contact with Rong Mo..."

That's really strange. There are obviously no signs of struggle among these three people. They should be acquaintances who committed the crime, but Rong Mo only knows one of them?It was the victim who called him here today.

The surveillance also proved that he only walked into the studio for 2 minutes. From the time he walked into the studio to when his colleagues rushed to the scene of the crime, there were only 27 minutes...

Killing three people and dismembering their bodies in 27 minutes was simply impossible at the processing site!

Since he didn’t kill the person, why did the suspect stab himself?This doesn’t make sense.

Tan Lin also had a headache. He frowned and looked around. There were some painting tools in the studio. There was nothing suspicious. The blood stains were all concentrated together. There was no excess blood left in the room.

"There was an explosion the day before? Is it such a coincidence?"

Dong Minghao quickly continued to add: "The gas explosion has been identified long ago. It was due to the employee's operational error. Both of them were slightly injured and are recovering at home. The hotel is not open today, and the door was still closed when we came."

So the clues will lead to the person who reported the crime?Tan Lin pinched his eyebrows and said, "Take the body back and notify the forensic doctor for an autopsy."

"It's Team Tan..."

Everyone had almost left, and Tan Lin walked around the studio again.

The studio was quite small, and the walls were covered with paintings, some of which looked familiar to him.

Tan Lin doesn't know much about art, but he has a friend who is a bad painter and likes to look at paintings.

This signature...is very similar to the painter that guy often mentioned.

Will it be alone?

Tan Lin took out his mobile phone and took pictures of the paintings on the wall. Dong Minghao also looked at the words displayed on the wall and was slightly surprised.

"This painting is actually here?"

"You still look at paintings?" Tan Lin looked Dong Minghao up and down.

"Ahem, I don't watch it, but I have watched TV. This painting was auctioned for a high price of 100 million, but it must be fake."

After all, this place is not like a studio where real works can be hung.

Tan Lin stared at the painting in front of him thoughtfully. Why couldn't he see how valuable this painting was? It was similar to the one painted by his nephew who was in elementary school.

"Ahem!" See where he was thinking. Tan Lin coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, "Go and meet the suspect..."