[Forensic Pioneer] Chemical Equation

"Head, some people call him Wan Zhichong's good friend."

"Good friend?" Because the case lost the initiative and fell into a passive state, Huang Zhuojian was angry and didn't go out for lunch. He just studied the materials repeatedly in the office, trying to find loopholes.

Because Huang Zhuojian didn't have lunch at noon, the members of group b brought takeaway food to Huang Zhuojian. Although their boss has been swearing more elegantly recently, they feel a lot of pressure to swear without profanity. Responsible for delivering meals to the boss who seems to be in a rage.

But Ji Zai was very lucky. Just as he was about to knock on the door, Brother PC brought a man with a jade-like face (he came from the wrong time and space) and said he was Wan Zhichong's good friend.

"Yes, Boss, he's outside." After observing carefully from the corner of the eye, he made sure that his boss didn't show signs of getting angry, and then put the take-out meal on Huang Zhuojian's vacant table with a doggy smile on his face. "Boss, here is the meal we brought you."

"I'll eat later." Putting all the information back into the information bag, and seeing the take-out meals on the table, this group of brats was surprisingly reassuring, "Let's go to Room 1."

Huang Zhuojian who entered Room 1 saw the person sitting inside, his footsteps stopped, his eyes flickered, and he glanced at Jizai behind him from the corner of his eye, didn't you say it was a man?Is this a man?

I was surprised when I saw the photos of Di Yanglou in the morning. She has beautiful features, red lips and white teeth. Let me go, this is red lips and white teeth.Receiving the look of resentment from his boss, Zhao Chuji said that he was innocent.

"I'm Huang Zhuojian, Senior Inspector of the Serious Crime Squad." After so many years in charge, the expression management is still very good. Except for the subtle pause when entering the door, Huang Zhuojian's tone is completely business-like.

"Hello, Sir Huang." The man sitting on the chair had pale lips and no color on his face. When he saw Huang Zhuojian coming in, he immediately got up, but he didn't know what to do after getting up, he just said hello dryly.

"Please sit down." Sure enough, it was 'the one who is close to vermilion is red and the one who is close to ink is black'. He was subtly influenced by his two friends, and his words have been much gentler recently.Nodding to the man, Huang Zhuojian and Zhao Chuji, who was holding a notebook, sat down opposite the man.

"The next step is routine questioning." Seeing the nervous look on the man's face, Huang Zhuojian rarely said something that seemed to be comforting, and got a surprised look from Zhao Chuji beside him.

Hearing Huang Zhuojian's words, the man nodded quickly and sat upright.

"Name."

"Le Ciyu."

"Gender." Zhao Chuji had a businesslike tone, but when he asked, he unknowingly glanced at Le Ciyu's neck. As for Huang Zhuojian, he didn't speak, but just listened to Zhao Chuji's question.

"...Male." Le Ciyu felt aggrieved by this question, but Sir Huang had already said it at the beginning, and it was just a routine question.

"age."

"35 is old."

35, tsk tsk tsk, this maintenance guy, just looking at it and thinking of it as a college student who just came out of society, I'm afraid that the current college students are not as good as him.

"Occupation." Zhao Chuji would not say, he is only 28, absolutely not.

"painter."

No wonder the temperament of this body is different from others, this appearance is enough...cough.

"What's the relationship with Wan Zhichong?"

"Good friend." Subconsciously licking her dry lips, Le Ciyu felt sad. Originally, she thought that her friends had lost contact with each other, but she didn't expect it to be a separation between heaven and man.

"It's been a month since Wan Zhichong's photo was posted, why are you here now?" Le Ciyu's voice just fell, Huang Zhuojian went straight to the topic from the crowd at the beginning.

"I was in France for a while. I just came back to China today. When I saw the news, I immediately came to the police station." Perhaps Huang Zhuojian's expressionless face was a little scary, and Le Ciyu subconsciously wanted to back away, but unexpectedly fell on his back. That Ruyu's face was tightly wrinkled together, which really made people feel distressed.

Silence, Zhao Chuji lowered his head, his slightly trembling shoulders revealed his emotions, Huang Zhuojian twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, he didn't know what to say.

For a while, the atmosphere in Room 1 became weird, and it wasn't until Le Ciyu sat down by himself that Huang Zhuojian spoke again, "Let's say it yourself."

After being silent for a while, Le Ciyu seemed to be sorting out his thoughts and considering his words, but he gave Huang Zhuojian and Zhao Chuji a 'gift' as soon as he opened his mouth, "I met Zhichong at a gay bar."

At this time, Huang Zhuojian and Zhao Chuji's years of experience in handling cases gave them enough experience. Zhao Chuji bowed his head and wrote down what Le Ciyu said. Huang Zhuojian rolled his eyelids and moved his eyes occasionally to show that he was still listening.

"My friend made a bet with Zhi Chong, saying that he wanted to find someone more beautiful than Zhi Chong's friend, so the next night, my friend dragged me down to that bar."

"After getting to know each other for a while, because Zhi Chong and I are both painters, we would often go out together to collect pictures. Thanks to my appearance, Zhi Chong's friend thought that I was inserted into them, a third party, and they had a cold war. It took a long time. Later, it was my friend who explained to them and assured them that my partner would choose a woman, and they reconciled, but Zhi Chong’s friend really didn’t like Zhi Chong’s continued relationship with me.” Talking about his appearance, Le Ciyu's tone was tinged with sarcasm.

"To be honest, if it weren't for my friend, I don't think I would have set foot in gay in my whole life, and then I would meet a like-minded friend like Zhi Chong."

"Many friends will lose contact because of time, geography, and work. I always thought that Zhi Chong and I lost contact because of geography. I have been abroad all these years, but I didn't expect...but It's because of this." As he spoke, Le Ciyu shook his head, although there was no sadness on his face, his tone was full of sadness.

"Wan Zhichong is a homosexual?" Le Ciyu's words have been made clear, but Huang Zhuojian still needs to confirm carefully, after all Le Ciyu said that he also went in, although he said that his partner will only be women.Moreover, there are many ambiguities in Le Ciyu's words.

"Yes." Actually, before coming to the police station, Le Ciyu was still a little hesitant. Wan Zhichong had been dead for many years, so there was no need to drag out some secrets from his lifetime, but he couldn't watch his friend die without knowing why.

"What's the name of Wan Zhichong's friend?"

"I remember that the surname is Di... and the name is Di Yanglou." After so many years, Le Ciyu didn't remember it very clearly, so he said after recalling it carefully.

Le Ciyu's answer made Huang Zhuojian and Zhao Chuji frowned, Di Yanglou, is there really such a coincidence in the world? "how does he look like?"

"I'm not tall, about 173 cm, with delicate features. Because I was wearing casual clothes, I thought it was a female high school student at first glance, but later I was introduced as a male college graduate." His brows were slightly frowned, reminding him of the one Wan Zhichong He still had an impression of the name. After all, they had had such a misunderstanding, and Wan Zhichong would often hear that person's name, but it made him wonder what that person looked like. Speaking of which, the two of them just met. He can count on his hands, but his memory is really fuzzy.

Zhao Chuji took out a photo from his notebook and pushed it down in front of Le Ciyu. Huang Zhuojian pointed to the person in the photo, "Is it this person?"

Holding the photo and looking at it carefully, Le Ciyu was still a little uncertain, after all, after such a long time, there will always be some changes.After looking back and forth several times, Le Ciyu said uncertainly, "The eyes and the nose are somewhat similar."

"Do you know this woman?" Ignoring Le Ciyu's hesitant tone, Zhao Chuji took out Mo Xiaoyan's photo and put it in front of Le Ciyu.

"It seems to be a female friend of Zhi Chong's, and she seems to have a good relationship." A few images flashed through his memory, and he recalled them carefully. Jewelry and bag shop, the location of that shop is very good.”

"She and Wan Zhichong are just friends? As far as we know, the two have reached the point where they are talking about getting married."

"Impossible, Zhichong loves... Di Yanglou to the bottom of his heart, how could he find someone else." Huang Zhuojian's words fell, and Le Ciyu immediately refuted, although he didn't have much contact with Di Yanglou , but as Wan Zhichong's friend, he could see Wan Zhichong's contradictory and complicated emotions during that time, and Wan Zhichong's dedication to this relationship made even him feel heavy.

He couldn't understand his friend's emotions at that time, but he was sure that his friend would not betray this relationship.

"Did you know that Wan Zhichong owns a property here?" There was an address written on the white paper, which was the place where Zhou Jing's body was found.

"Here, I heard Zhi Chong said that he and Di Yanglou bought it together, and they often live there." Le Ciyu had never been here before, and he didn't want to be considered a third party who ruined other people's feelings again. I just heard from Wan Zhichong that this is the lair of love between him and Di Yanglou.

"Thank you for your cooperation. If you think of anything, please let us know as soon as possible." This time the questioning was almost over, Huang Zhuojian got up and said to Le Ciyu, Zhao Chuji sorted out Le Ciyu's statement, and asked Le Ciyu to sign after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

"The police and the people cooperate. I also want to know who killed Zhi Chong." After signing the signature, Le Ciyu said to Huang Zhuojian that he just wanted to find the murderer earlier.

"This is, a man?" Passing by Le Ciyu, Bai Jing couldn't help but stop, looked at Le Ciyu's back, and remained silent.

Well, even though it was just a glance, from Le Ciyu's way of walking, it can be seen that this is a veritable Chinese paper.

"Don't stay in your forensic department, what are you doing in my group b?" Huang Zhuojian was a few steps behind Le Ciyu, so he heard Bai Jing talking to himself.

"Concerned about the progress of the case." What an aboveboard reason.

"I think you're here to be lazy." He sneered, "Le Ciyu, Wan Zhichong's friend, learned from him that Wan Zhichong is gay."

"Then what's going on with Mo Xiaoyan." Following Huang Zhuojian into the office, Bai Jing frowned slightly, and touched her chin a little wss, "Could it be that Wan Zhichong is bisexual." It's no wonder that Bai Jing thought so. After mentioning this matter, there is another Mo Xiaoyan involved, which is easy to think of.

"Come on, I can't guess the result after guessing and guessing." Zhao Chuji handed Le Ciyu's confession to Huang Zhuojian, and now Huang Zhuojian gave the confession to Bai Jing, he was not afraid of any leaks, "What do you think?"

***

A very special phone rings in the quiet office. A hand with well-defined knuckles picks up the mobile phone that is charging at the table. There is a faint smile on the corner of the mouth. Coupled with the red lips, white teeth, and delicate features, it is indescribably charming. , "winston?"

A chuckling voice came from the other end of the phone, I don't know what the person on the other end said, I saw a flash of joy in Di Yanglou's eyes, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth became obvious, "Are you coming back? !"

"Hehe, you're finally willing to come back." Smiling lightly, full of joy, the tender appearance and the calm disappearance between the brows made Di Yanglou look like a college student who just entered the society.

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