Dressed as a mystery novel victim

Yang Qingshui was "invited" into the meeting room of the investigation team. He felt that he existed in the image of a mascot. The police officers outside the meeting room were busy going back and forth. No one asked him to leave when he was doing a puzzle of records, so he just sat there.

After waiting for a long time, I finally saw Jiang Xinxin push the door open with his shoulder and come in, holding a medicine box and a gauze roll in his hand, and greeted Yang Qingshui, "Brother Lu asked me to come and clean the wound for you, just call me Xiaoxin."

"Where are the others?" Before getting into the police car, Lin Zhilu was still directing the search for evidence at the scene of the incident, and Yang Qingshui didn't speak to him.

Jiang Xinxin sat down next to him and said, "We're on the way. The case happened so suddenly that we couldn't deploy manpower immediately. No, those people were locked up in the detention room and didn't have time to interrogate them."

Suddenly remembered something, he asked: "Why did you appear at the other end of Xueguang Street?"

"Brother Lu told me that this is an official matter, so it should not be disclosed." Jiang Xinxin stuck out his tongue, "Anyway, when we arrived, we saw the group of people deploying their actions. We are used to squatting, and when we saw the car patrolling around I felt something was wrong based on the conditioned reflex. Whoever would deploy an escape route downstairs at home must have a ghost. I just reported the license plate number to the main station, and I saw you wandering past—”

Jiang Xinxin coughed, "No...go over. Those people were staring at you. Brother Lu asked us to get out of the car to check. After a while, we saw a car rushing over and hitting you, which scared us enough."

The situation was critical at that time. If Lin Zhilu hadn't used the most extreme method to knock over the car, Yang Qingshui might be stuck on the wall now, and he couldn't even shovel it off...

At this time, Jiang Xinxin opened the medicine box, "I used to be the fastest in the class in the class of medical bandaging in the police academy. Don't worry."

Yang Qingshui handed out his hand, most of the stitches skipped to save Du Rou that day, the remaining thread stuck in the seam of the flesh, and the gauze was bloody when he opened it.

Jiang Xinxin grabbed his hand and went straight to the tweezers.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A scream came out of the meeting room.

Yang Qingshui finally understood why Jiang Xinxin said that bandaging was the fastest, not the best. He was brutal and fierce as if he was giving morphine to a dying soldier, and he was injured and poked several times in a few strokes.

Jiang Xinxin hurriedly let go, "Stop yelling! Passers-by heard it and thought we tortured criminals..."

The door opened, and Lin Zhilu stood outside, staring at the two with a traitorous expression.

When the two people in the conference room saw him, they didn't know why, and suddenly froze, not knowing how to react.Jiang Xinxin raised his hand and showed his medical supplies to show his innocence, "Clean Brother Qingshui's wound as you ordered, I really didn't beat him—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Zhilu came over, "Let me do it here, and you go and collect the evidence."

Jiang Xinxing discovered that when these two people were in the same room, a terrible magnetic field would be produced, making the atmosphere extremely strange. "Okay, I'll go right now!" In order to prevent the dust billowing from killing the wrong people, he quickly stood up and fled the scene in a flash.

The door closed, and the meeting room fell silent.

The two occupied both sides of the corner of the table. Lin Zhilu poured medical alcohol on the tweezers to disinfect. At this moment, he glanced at the wound on the back of his hand and frowned slightly.

How could this atmosphere follow the headmaster's office and make a big mistake?For a moment, Yang Qingshui didn't know whether to hand the back of his hand, or to open his palm and let him play the palm.

At this time, I heard Lin Zhilu say: "You have nothing to say to me?"

"..." Lin Zhilu was blaming him for saving his life and didn't know what to do?Of course Yang Qingshui was grateful in his heart, but the words on his mouth were a bit greasy. He murmured for a while, but still couldn't get emotional, "Uh, benefactor, what instructions do you have?"

Lin Zhilu's hands trembled, and a ball of cotton fell down.Glancing sideways at him, sat down, "Give me your hand."

Before the shadows dissipated, Yang Qingshui handed out his hand and said faintly: "Actually, you can let me go to the hospital by myself."

Lin Zhilu concentrated on working on his hands and ignored him.

Also use tweezers to pick out the remaining thread, rinse the wound with disinfectant, Lin Zhilu's movements are much gentler, the tweezers barely touch the wound, gently pull out the thread end, cut off the fleshy part first, and then take out one by one.This effort was quite grueling, Lin Zhilu was very patient, and never showed a trace of irritability, it was hardly like himself.

After soaking in the disinfectant, the skin was covered with a cool tingling, Lin Zhilu's face was close to the back of his hand, Yang Qingshui suddenly felt a little flustered, it was strange that his hand was not drawn out properly, and it was strange to be frozen there.

Instinctively wanting to break this inexplicable atmosphere, Yang Qingshui pretended to be nonchalant, "I heard from Jiang Xinxin that you asked them to go to Xueguang Street, should you go to Yu Xian? I didn't believe me, I think it's my villainous heart. Speaking of which, this case..."

He considered how to reveal the mastermind behind the killer organization, which should be clear and not arouse suspicion.

Before he finished speaking, Yang Qingshui stopped, and Lin Zhilu raised his face at some point, and looked at him tremblingly, with a very complicated expression.

Such a direct gaze is too provocative, so he must be flustered and dare not look back?Yang Qingshui's eyes widened, and he raised his chin, and the rascal looked back at him with death-defying eyes: How?

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhilu reached out to him when he raised his chin.

Too crazy... Yang Qingshui retreated instinctively, staring at what he wanted to do stiffly.

Lin Zhilu pinched his chin, turned to the right, and faced his profile, "How did this injury come about?"

His hands and jaw were being controlled, Yang Qingshui couldn't be happier, "Didn't you see it?" When Du Rou slapped him, the black Land Rover stopped by the side of the road.

Lin Zhilu let go, and said coldly, "If you know you can't stand the beating, don't keep provoking others."

hehe.What he said meant to beat him up, thinking he couldn't hear it?

While speaking, Lin Zhilu had already rewrapped the gauze on his hands, "If the thread breaks back and forth like this, scars will be inevitable."

Yang Qingshui waved his hand, "Men, there are always some scars around you when you come out to mess around."

"..." Lin Zhilu stood up and pressed his shoulders again, "Don't move."

Yang Qingshui froze resentfully.

Lin Zhilu lifted his head, brushed aside the short hair on his forehead, carefully rubbed disinfectant alcohol on the wound on his face, and put on a Band-Aid.

At this moment, the door was opened again, and another person broke in.

Lin Qiurong was out of breath and his face was solemn. When he was about to speak, he saw the scene in the conference room and couldn't help but pause.But the seriousness of the matter really didn't care about anything else, he said: "Captain, Yu Xian is dead."

Rainbow Apartment, Room 502.

Personnel from different units came and went to investigate and collect evidence, which made the murder scene dilute the smell of death. The door of the room was wide open, and a cordon was pulled up outside the door.The person has just died, there is no rotten corpse smell, and the environment of the room has almost no extra items. The deceased has just lived in, or he has no intention of settling down at all, so he simply does not move.

The forensic doctor has collected the body, and Yu Xian's already stiff body is lying on the ground in a body bag. I don't know if he has rested in peace, but his tongue is half exposed and his eyelids and conjunctiva are congested. This is not a decent way of death.

Lin Zhilu raised his head and looked at the dangling climbing rope hanging from the beam.