purple mist

The incense room in Yunye's house was specially set up for Wu Qingqing.

Wu Qingqing likes tranquility, she can sit quietly in the incense room burning incense and drinking tea all day when Yun Ye is busy.

A pot of tea, a cup of incense, and a string of beads.Quiet and contented.

Yunye has a hot temper, but he loves Wu Qingqing's elegance and tranquility very much.In the eyes of others, Wu Qingqing is a great Buddha who suppresses Yunye, diluting the impatience in Yunye's bones and changing the trajectory of his life.

The golden hoop was now in a coma, and Yun Ye, who was used to the smooth wind and water, finally showed his true colors. In order to leave the interrogation room and guard Wu Qingqing, who was out of danger, he did not hesitate to tear the wound on his arm.

The policeman who was in charge of the questioning saw that his scalp was numb, so he had to ask people to send the devil king to the hospital for bandaging and treatment.

At this moment in the conference room, several photos were taken down from the wall and spread on the table one by one.

"Vice Lu, why did you say that the murder weapon was in the incense room?" Wen Xin glanced at the corner, swallowed, and said suspiciously: "Mr. Chai Fang has her own restaurant, maybe it's the knife in her shop. ? She just took it with her when she left?"

Lu Weifeng casually glanced at the corner of the conference room, and pointed his finger at the handle of the knife on the scene in the photo. Everyone took a closer look, and there was a very light-colored, flamboyant word 'craftsman' there, and there was a a circle.

Zhang Shun, who was completely focused on the photo, had a flash in his eyes, and took out another photo and put it on the table.

Those are all the knives found from Chu Siqi's house, whether it is a fruit knife or a meat cleaver, there is such a seal-like mark on the handle.

"This is a Japanese brand that specializes in knives. The price is high, and there is no purchase channel in our country."

In other words, Chai Fangjun's small restaurant does not need to buy such a knife that is not only not cost-effective, but also difficult to buy.

Both Chu Siqi's house and Chai Fangjun's restaurant were turned upside down by the police, and the knife was not found.

But how did this knife appear in the incense room of Yunye's family?

And why did Chai Fangjun suddenly kill Wu Qingqing?

"Grumble."

Wang Hong blushed, raised his thick eyebrows and gave him two palms on his stomach, saying viciously, "Don't make trouble!"

But the eyes couldn't help but glanced to the side again.

Xue Han, who was holding up a hamburger and nibbling happily, stopped chewing, his cheeks puffed up, and he said vaguely: "What are you looking at me for? You handle your case as if I don't exist."

Wen Xin stared and swallowed her saliva again, thinking that it’s not that we don’t want to pretend that you don’t exist, it’s that the taste of fried chicken, hamburger and fries is so delicious and lethal...

Wang Hong stretched out a finger even more uselessly, and said righteously to Xue Han in the corner: "Can you just give me a French fries?"

"Heh." Xue Han leisurely took out a French fries from the paper bag and threw it into his mouth, explaining what 'no way' was with his facial expressions.

Just kidding, after riding the 'roller coaster', watching the murder scene, and listening to the whole analysis, it's okay to not let him go back in the end, and the Internet police won't let him go, order a takeaway and share it with others , really when he was dizzy.

With a slap, Lu Wei dropped the folder in his hand on the table, and Wang Hong, who was about to roll up his sleeves, immediately calmed down.

Such an interruption made Zhang Shun's stomach bulge, and the captain finally remembered the truth that people are as good as iron and rice is steel, and told Wen Xin, "Xiao Xin, go soak some buckets of noodles."

"Okay..." Wen Xin pouted her mouth and whispered, "The heat is so high, I'm going to grow meat again."

"Wait." Lu Wei suddenly frowned and called out to Wen Xin, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you just say?"

"Ah?" Wen Xin was dumbfounded, and said in a daze, "Okay... okay?"

"Next sentence."

A few pairs of eyes stared at her, and Wen Xin couldn't help looking left and right, and said uncomfortably: "...the heat is so high, are you going to grow flesh again?"

calories, fat.

The eternal taboo of beauty and figure in the eyes of women.

Lu Wei subconsciously glanced at Xue Han, who was drinking tons of Coke, and asked thoughtfully, "Do normal female anchors control their diet?"

"what do you mean?"

"Did Chu Siqi make those cookies for herself?" Lu Wei said in a deep voice.

Chu Siqi is a female anchor who needs to show her face. Even though the current beauty camera has reached the point of supernatural workmanship, once she is overweight, her face after beauty treatment will not be able to describe it as weird.

There were still plenty of cookies in the oven and a tub of whipped cream on the table when she was killed.

Will Chu Siqi, who needs to control calories and keep fit, take the initiative to eat these fat-prone foods?

Or……

"Before Chu Siqi died, she was preparing snacks for the guests!" Chen Bingrui blurted out.

As if suddenly groping for a thread from a mess, Zhang Shun and the others were startled.

"For sweets, Yuno's always has them."

Xue Han, who was quiet for a while, interjected quietly. He squeezed the empty hamburger wrapping paper into a ball with no expression on his face, and threw it up and down in his palm.

Lu Wei frowned slightly, he remembered that Xue Han had sworn to bet that Yun Ye would not be the murderer.

So what he meant was...

"Wu Qingqing." Xue Han lowered his eyes and couldn't see any emotion, his unfeeling lips moved, and said word by word: "Sweet."

……

"Mr. Xue, that old lady named Chai Fangjun died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage, which has nothing to do with..."

"He is currently in the police station, and he is still following those from the Criminal Investigation Brigade."

The man paused, and then said: "Earlier, I ordered the takeaway of the hamburger set, and the drink was Coke with ice."

"Wu Qingqing has already left the ICU, and Yun Ye is also in the ward."

Looking down at the tall buildings, Xue Bin with a dull expression waved his back to the reporter and told him to go down.

He paced leisurely left and right in front of the large and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, neither fast nor slow, but it always made people feel inexplicably flustered.

Especially the three non-mainstream people kneeling behind him.

"Is this place beautiful?"

Xue Bin suddenly lost his head and tail, and he didn't know who he was asking.

The little bastard in the ripped jeans turned left and right with trembling eyes, but seeing no one answered, he boldly said, "Beautiful...beautiful! Very beautiful!"

"Hey~" After getting the answer, Xue Bin chuckled thoughtfully, which was quite like Xue Han.

He finally turned around slowly, and looked condescendingly at the three people kneeling in front of him—they were the three people sent by Xing Laohei to follow Xue Han.

The trace of the word 'Chuan' between Xue Bin's eyebrows seemed to be deeper, and a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he asked quietly, "How beautiful is it?"

The man called Brother Jian was trembling, secretly glanced at the man in black standing beside him, then gritted his teeth and looked back.

The three of them are no match for these men in black.

In the alley just now, they were put on sacks and thrown into the carriage without any power to fight back.

The one kneeling next to him was punched into a pig's head just by yelling and cursing, and now his eyes are swollen into light bulbs.

The three of them were brought here with their heads covered and even forced to kneel in front of this young man who looked to be in his early twenties.

But Brother Jian, who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, has an intuition that the young man in front of him cannot be provoked by himself.

I'm afraid Xing Laohei won't be able to offend him either.

So he swallowed his saliva and said loudly, "It's as beautiful as a fairyland!"

The ripped jeans stared at him with wide eyes, and said to himself that you are such a healthy brother? !

Hearing this, Xue Bin paused, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

He laughed heartily, as if he hadn't been this happy for a long time. The wanton laughter echoed in the spacious office. After hearing the endless echoes, he felt that he seemed extremely lonely.

Brother Jian smiled awkwardly with a wrinkled face, and the ripped jeans are also learning and selling.

It wasn't until they both froze that Xue Bin stopped rubbing his stomach that ached from laughing.

"You are quite interesting." Xue Bin stared at Brother Jian with slightly red eyes and said slowly.

"Ah...ah?" Brother Jian didn't know how to answer, so he grinned vaguely.

Xue Bin didn't care, he walked up to Brother Jian with great interest and slowly squatted down, looked directly into the other's eyes, and hooked his hands behind him.

An old mobile phone was put into his dry and pale palm by respectful hands.

He turned the phone screen to Brother Jian's face, and whispered as if whispering: "Then he is pretty?"

Brother Jian unconsciously dodged backwards, as if being pricked by needles all over his body.

The young man's gaze seemed to be poisoned, and he felt that what he was in front of was a cobra.

On the screen of the phone was the photo they secretly took just now - two men walked out of the police station with their shoulders crossed and their backs crossed.

Xue Bin seemed impatient. He poked the screen heavily with his finger, pointed to one of them and repeated: "Is he pretty?"

Brother Jian's face turned blue, and a drop of cold sweat fell from the corner of his forehead.He looked at his phone and then at Xue Bin, gritted his teeth as if placing a bet, and said, "Pretty..."

"Oh~ you think it's pretty." Xue Bin raised his eyebrows, and said with joy in a sudden realization.

Bet right? !

Brother Jian's eyes were faintly shining, and he said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Beautiful! I have never seen such a beautiful man!"

Hearing this, Xue Bin smiled evilly, obviously very satisfied with his answer.

He stood up slowly, but his face turned cold again.

"My brother, is this trash like you able to see it?"

"Eye."

"I don't know what not to look at, so don't ask for it."

"I'll keep it for you."

……

inside the hospital.

On the hospital bed, Wu Qingqing's eyelashes fluttered as her face was as pale as gold paper.

Slowly opened his eyes.

She slowly looked at the man who was holding her palm tightly, and bent the corners of her eyes slowly and gently.

"I am back."

She was voiceless in the oxygen mask.