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"Officer Lu, are you holding my hand like this today?"

Ten fingers intertwined, and those slender, white fingers deliberately scratched the back of Lu Wei's hand lightly.

Lu Wei: "..."

Xue Han: "Huh?"

Lu Wei: "...don't make trouble, I'm driving."

Xue Han let out a narrow smile from his throat, obediently let go of Officer Lu's claws, slumped back to the passenger seat, and secretly wiped the slight moisture in his palms on his trousers.

I don't know if it's his own or Lu Wei's.

Xue Han quietly closed his eyes under the shadow of his eyelashes. When Lu Wei's pulse was beating along the palm of his hand, there was an obvious throbbing in his heart.

Like a cluster of warmth, it spread to the whole body along his various blood vessels, dispelling the restlessness.

He wanted to blurt out something, but he held back secretly.

The two of them were so worried about each other, immersed in silence all the way.

……

Qin Po is dead.

No one is surprised by this.

His carotid artery was severed.

Judging from the blood on the roof of the tool room, how horrible the blood spray was at that time.

Even if a person is lying on the operating table in the emergency room and has their carotid artery severed, and they cannot be rescued within a few seconds, no matter how tenacious the person is, they will be drained of all blood immediately, dying until they are completely dead.

The whole process will be shockingly fast, and there will not even be time to lament the fragility of life.

"Team Zhang, all the monitoring has been checked." Chen Bingrui reported to Zhang Shun with a funeral face on his face, "We didn't directly find Qin Bo's whereabouts, but at 11:10, there was a body feature that was exactly the same as Qin Bo's." The takeaway staff entered the Sweet Talk Building."

"Wearing a hat and mask, he took the elevator directly to the floor where the incident occurred, put the takeaway in the pantry and went to the bathroom."

"During the period, no one came except for a cleaner who pushed the sweeper to the bathroom."

"Shortly after, the cleaner came out of the bathroom and pushed the sweeper to the tool room. The time was 11:26. At this time, it was only 2 minutes before Qin Bo called for help."

Zhang Shun nodded slightly, and asked, "Where's Xue Bin? When did you enter the tool room?"

Chen Bingrui replied: "11:41, that is, 13 minutes after Qin Bo dialed the emergency call, no one entered or left the tool room during this period."

"Our people had just arrived downstairs at that time."

Zhang Shun nodded, with the corners of his mouth drooping deeply to his chin, he said in a deep voice, "Go, let Xue Han come over."

Chen Bingrui was stunned for a moment, and said inexplicably, "Captain Zhang, are you looking for Xue Bin or Xue Han?"

"Why am I looking for Xue Bin?! Isn't he handcuffed in the interrogation room?" Zhang Shun frowned.

He paused, then explained: "He didn't want to say anything, he just said he wanted to see Xue Han."

So, Xue Han, who was soft before sitting on the sofa, was transported to the police station like a cargo.

With a lazy expression, he swayed behind Chen Bingrui with his hands in his pockets.

But in front of the interrogation room, she ran into Xue Bin's secretary Wei Ran. She was accompanied by a man in a suit and leather shoes, who seemed to be a lawyer.

Xue Han slowly opened his eyes and glanced at her, and when he was about to pass these two big living people directly, Wei Ran blocked Xue Han's way first.

She bent down slightly, it was just right, she was neither humble nor extremely polite, and greeted lukewarmly: "Master Xue Han."

"Don't take it seriously." Xue Han said in a hoarse voice, turning his head to the side, as if he didn't want to talk to Wei Ran.

Wei Ran seemed unable to see his displeasure, straightened up dignifiedly and gracefully, and said slowly: "We believe that Xue is always wronged, but at this time Miyu has suffered a serious injury, and the group has no leader. You are the last one." The right candidate..."

Xue Han lazily raised his hand, interrupted her voice, and said leisurely: "I'm just a name, whether it's the Xue family or honey words, it has nothing to do with me long ago. Don't talk like the emperor died the same."

"It's you, Wei Ran, let me call you Sister Ran." His amber eyes had a hint of playfulness, and the corners of his lips curved slightly indecently, and he continued: "You are the boss of Sweet Talk Jewelry. Employee, I have seen your file."

"Have you been practicing at Miyu since you were in college? You haven't skipped a slot, haven't voluntarily applied for a salary increase, and you have voluntarily given up paid vacations every year..."

After finishing speaking, Xue Han gave a long and playful snort, and the ending sound was a bit of a curl.

Wei Ran's expression was as usual, and he stood there without saying a word.

Xue Han leaned down slightly, looked Wei Ran up and down undisguisedly, gave a short "Yo" in feigned surprise, and asked curiously: "Sister Ran, is this just a make-up? Mmm ~ transparent and natural, It suits your temperament very well."

"But." He narrowed his eyes dangerously, his eyes fell on Wei Ran's lips, and said with a little deep meaning: "This lipstick is too old-fashioned, I suggest you change it."

Wei Ran looked up at Xue Han, and said calmly, "Thank you for your suggestion."

Chen Bingrui on the side rolled his eyes quietly, and secretly glanced at Wei Ran's smeared crimson lips, which seemed to be pursed in an unusual way.

According to Chen Bingrui's own impression of Xue Han, although Xue Han sometimes sloppy and frivolous, but generally speaking, he is not the type who will actively attack others.

There was a blatant viciousness in the words at the moment, and even the expressionless lawyer beside Wei Ran couldn't help frowning, and almost put the words "Why is this man so ungentlemanly" on his face.

But it stands to reason that the president of his family killed someone and was arrested, so the secretary should be too busy to fly.

However, this Wei Ran is dressed in professional attire that has been ironed without a single wrinkle, spotless high heels, makeup so subtle that it brightens the eyes, and hair that has been carefully groomed not long ago.

Those with a sensitive sense of smell can still smell the faint fragrance from her body.

From head to toe, without exception, it revealed that Wei Ran was neither flustered nor flustered.

"You're welcome." Xue Han raised his chin seriously, glanced at Wei Ran from top to bottom, passed the two with his long legs, and pushed the door back into the interrogation room with Chen Bingrui.

The lawyer who stayed where he was was glanced at the interrogation room in disgust, then turned to Wei Ran with a smile on his face and said, "Miss Wei, your lipstick color is very beautiful, don't worry about what rude people think."

"Irreverent." Wei Ran murmured and repeated with lowered eyes. The slender and upward eyeliner has a smooth arc, which shows that the drawing hands are extremely steady.

"He's not some disrespectful guy, he's just a kid who never grows up."

……

For Xue Han, the interrogation room was familiar once and twice.

He drooped his brows and eyes as if he hadn't woken up, and subconsciously walked to the position of the person being interrogated, but Chen Bingrui grabbed his arm.

"Hey, hey, where are you going?"

"Ah?" Xue Han blinked, then smiled harmlessly, spread his hands and said, "Ham, I'm used to it."

Hearing this, the person sitting at the interrogation position sneered.

Xue Han turned his face slowly, and found that Xue Bin's condition was much better than he imagined.

Although his face was still as gloomy as ever, with an unconcealable gloom between his brows, his eyes were clear.

Xue Han: "When you see me, what should you call me?"

Xue Bin: "...brother."

Chen Bingrui: "...can you be serious, we are an interrogation room here."

Xue Han pulled up a chair as if nothing had happened, and stood opposite Xue Bin.

Those reddish eyes stared at Xue Han's every move without blinking as usual, which made Chen Bingrui feel goosebumps.

Should this be the way the younger brother looks at his elder brother?If his younger brother dared to look at Chen Bingrui like this, Chen Bingrui couldn't guarantee whether he would put a ghostly talisman on his younger brother's forehead.

Especially in the current situation where Xue Bin seems to have killed someone.

But Xue Han got used to it. He crossed his legs, put his ankles on his knees, leaned on the back of the chair and said, "What? You asked me to transfer all the assets to me? It's easy to say. ~"

"elder brother."

Xue Bin frowned, and said in a low voice, "You shouldn't have come back."

——You obviously escaped.