The strong A who offended most of the universe has changed to O [Interstellar]

Investigations into the three suspects are ongoing concurrently.

The most cooperative person was Zhao Lin, who looked at things at home and in the house at will, and even took out the communication records without reservation.

Very skilled.

"Can I still not know? That old bastard Karl overturned his car, and he must be looking for someone to take the blame for him. I have not dealt with him for so many years. If he is not the first to pour dirty water on me, then I will see you." Ghost!" Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Lin generously invited Yang Xinghe and Li Mo to have afternoon tea together.

Nothing was found at his home, whether it was the communication records or the list of people he had contacted during this period, it could prove his innocence.

The most unmotivated is the second-in-command Lu Qi.

Lu Qi's family is really rich, and it has been rich for many generations. Relatives in the family have long been engaged in business affairs, and there are seven aunts and eight aunts from his family in various departments.

The subordinates' impression of Lu Qi is: like an invisible man, he will only appear when a new colleague joins the job. If there is no omega, or the omega that comes is not good enough, he will disappear immediately.

Huahua and the young are as stable as old dogs.

The investigation of Lu Qi is the easiest. He hasn't been to the office for a long time, and he hasn't participated in any specific affairs, let alone conflicts with Carl.

His daily whereabouts are also very simple: wake up from different omega beds, go shopping, play, go to nightclubs, and change to another omega for the night.

Until being invited into the office by the investigator, he still had a confused look on his face: "I didn't go to work for a few days. As for such a big commotion? At worst, I'll quit. I'll refund all my previous wages to you!"

It is really illogical for a person who is dedicated to pornography and has not been at work for more than 50 days to say that he worked so hard to engage in conspiracy and tricks in order to become a full-time job.

It was He Hui who was brought before Yang Xinghe and Li Moyi in the end. She was too suspicious.

There is Neil gas at home, and she went to the guard of honor training camp in the name of visiting her son that day. If He Ye was instructed by her mother to secretly inject Neil gas into the warehouse, it would be possible in terms of time.

"Neil gas is what my husband needs at work...yes, he often takes his work home to do it...all I give He Ye is some clothes and what he likes to eat...this has nothing to do with He has nothing to do, isn't there surveillance everywhere, you can check it."

He Hui was no longer as calm as usual, especially when the investigator mentioned He Ye, she was so anxious that she couldn't even speak fluently.

Unfortunately, on that day, the surveillance from the dormitory to the warehouse showed traces of human interference, and the surveillance in other places did not capture He Ye. He was alone in the dormitory without an alibi.

His roommate - Yang Xinghe, was chatting with Li Moyi in a corner that night, but he didn't come back on time, and he couldn't prove his innocence.

All the evidence points to the extremely unfavorable side for He Hui and He Ye's mother and son.

"Now that you have evidence, send them to the Special Investigation Section. You shouldn't focus on such trivial matters. Communicate with Carrie early, and she will soon take over the job of chief financial officer." The old man After the emperor listened to Li Moyi's report, he didn't care about investigating the gems.

Li Moyi: "I've already communicated with her."

The corner of the old emperor's mouth turned down: "You mean, the communication that you stepped on her eleven feet at the ball that day?"

"No...not stepping on it repeatedly, she put some ointment on it, so I'll dance with her next song." Li Moyi's voice became weaker and weaker.

The old emperor rubbed his forehead: "Financial handover or theft, which one do you think is more important?"

Of course, it is a financial handover, the theft did not cause serious consequences, and it may even be a simple story that one person does not like the other.

"Equally important." Li Moyi insisted.

The old emperor didn't persuade him anymore, he waved his hand: "You decide for yourself, I only look at the result."

Although the eldest son's behavior was not what he wanted, he did not intend to use his own thoughts to control him for the time being.

A stubborn child will know what to do and what not to do after a few realistic beatings.

Just like Li Moyi used to be easy to trust others, but after being shot, seriously injured and on the verge of death, he finally learned to doubt.

If the person who shot Li Moyi could be found, the old emperor would be happy to keep his whole body and arrange a grand funeral as a token of his gratitude.

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Now all the evidence points to He Hui, and she also has sufficient motives. After his promotion failed, Lord Carl secretly tripped her husband and her son several times.

He Hui's husband's research results were stuck in the process and could not be published for a long time, and finally others took the lead.

He Ye has been in the training camp, unable to become an official team member, standing by the emperor's side.

Of course, this has something to do with He Ye's own laziness. What Carl did was to let all the instructors ignore him, pamper him, and let him stay freely in the training camp, never passing the assessment.

Yang Xinghe threw this perfect investigation report on the table, and his intuition told him that this is not the case.

In the past years, his instincts have always been right.

But intuition does not serve as evidence.

Intuition only told him that things were different from the reports.

But he didn't tell him how to find the flaw.

He was thinking hard, his brain was running at high speed and his nerves were tense all the time. Yang Xinghe felt a faint swelling pain, starting from the top of his head and spreading to the back of his head.

Soon, the vague pain became very severe and could not be ignored.

It was as if the head was tightly strangled, and several sledgehammers were hammered back and forth.

Yang Xinghe pressed his forehead hard with both hands, but it couldn't be relieved at all. The pain made him lose the ability to think, his chest was so stuffy that he wanted to vomit, and he couldn't even sit still.

The vision that had haunted him appeared again.

He was lying on the operating table, watching a long needle live in his head.

He also saw several charred corpses with his own eyes. For some reason, he knew that those corpses were his close relatives.

And being betrayed by a lover...

Every scene made him clearly feel the despair that he couldn't live without.

A strong thought circled in his mind: life is meaningless, if you want my life, take it.

In this strong thought, there is also a voice so weak that it is almost inaudible: "I don't want to die, I want to see her again..."

Yang Xinghe didn't know where he had so many messy thoughts, he only knew that these thoughts were clamoring and conflicting in his mind.

The severe headache made him unable to sit still, he fell off the chair, rolled and curled up on the floor, he didn't know if he screamed, he couldn't feel anything anymore.

When Li Mo walked in, he saw Yang Xinghe lying on the floor, pressing his head with both hands, curled up into a ball.

"What's wrong with you?!" Li Moyi hurried forward to hug him, at this moment Yang Xinghe pressed his head with all his strength, even Li Moyi couldn't take his hand away.

Doctors rushed over upon hearing the news. For such a severe headache, they could only use sedatives to quiet Yang Xinghe first.

"Can't you let him sleep for a while?" Li Mo looked at Yang Xinghe who was still in pain, his heart felt like a knife had been stabbed in his heart.

The doctor replied timidly: "The highest dose has been used, and if it is increased, it may be life-threatening. His body is too special, and we have never seen such strong drug resistance before."

The sedative only had a slight effect, and the drug forced the tense muscles to relax. Just now Yang Xinghe gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound, but now a broken and small groan came from his throat, and the corners of his eyes had also been physiologically twitched. Tears drenched.

Li Moyi hugged him tightly, and pressed his head with his own hands: "Is it better?"

Yang Xinghe's eyes were half-opened feebly, without focus, a stern voice scolded him in his brain: How can you let others see you look so weak, you really let me down!I don't have such a disgraceful son like you!

Yang Xinghe, whose consciousness was in confusion, was very wronged. He murmured to himself in a barely audible voice, "But it really hurts...so painful..."

He felt that many people were staring at him, which made him feel ashamed, and he tried his best to make a little pleading: "Please don't look at me, I just bear it myself."

At this moment, Li Mo wished he could replace him with his own body, but he couldn't do anything.

Medicines and instruments didn't have any effect on Yang Xinghe, making him so painful that he couldn't fall asleep.

Numerous negative emotions intertwined in Yang Xinghe's mind, and his headache made him unable to see clearly what was in front of him. In the blur, he felt someone hugging him.

The heartbeat and breath coming from that person gave Yang Xinghe a familiar sense of attachment.

It seems that as long as he is by this person's side, a small hole will be opened in the dark cloud of despair that hangs over his heart, and the warm sunshine will shine in, rekindling the light of hope.

Yang Xinghe stretched out his hand in a daze, hooked his neck, pressed himself against this person's body, greedily absorbing his warmth, the severe headache seemed to be relieved by this person's side.

Just now, his physical strength had been exhausted by the pain. After a little relaxation, exhaustion swept up like a tidal wave, submerging Yang Xinghe.

Li Moyi just kept hugging Yang Xinghe, accompanying him to undergo various examinations, if he let go a little, Yang Xinghe would be very disturbed, and he would utter meaningless syllables, as if begging him not to leave.

"When will you treat me so well in a sober state? Do you know who is holding you now?"

Li Moyi sighed softly, resting his head on his shoulder, and gently stroking the back of his head and back with both hands.

If he could see Yang Xinghe's face at this time, he would find that Yang Xinghe's lips moved slightly in a semi-comatose state, repeating three words silently: Li Moyi.