Someone has a crush on Forensic Gu

After Duan Yang woke up, he found that the room was very dark, he was lying on the floor, his head hurt, and he couldn't tell whether it was day or night.

He could clearly feel the intracranial tumor pressing on his brain, and his head was swollen, as if it was going to explode.

Climbing up on the ground, a little top-heavy, the room was the same as before, but he was the only one.

He remembered that he seemed to have been punched by Mo Lin.

The screen of the mobile phone on the bed was black, he held it in his hand impatiently, quickly flipped through it twice, and confirmed that Mo Lin didn't leave him a word after he left.

He suddenly became very angry.

Knowing that I am about to die, I want to have a life-and-death chase with the person I like in the last time of my life. If I don't get his love, it's not bad to let him bear the grudge for the rest of my life.

Duan Yang even wanted Mo Lin to kill him himself, the more Mo Lin hated him, the happier he was.

But at this moment he woke up from the floor alone, there was no one in the room, he was like a ghost swallowed by darkness.

After exiting the chatting interface with Mo Lin, I found several missed calls.

Because no one answered the phone, his attending doctor sent him a text message: [You haven't been to the hospital for intracranial dehydration treatment for two days, if you continue like this, your life will be in danger!Please contact me as soon as you see the message! 】

There was a pale smile on the corner of Duan Yang's mouth, but it faded away quickly.

Throwing the phone on the bed, I reached for the painkillers in my trouser pocket, but what I touched was not a tinfoil tablet, but a rectangular note folded in half.

Double images had already appeared in his vision, and with the help of the weak light, he half-closed his eyes.

An Arabic numeral was written on the note.

【4】

His emotions lost control in an instant, the note was crumpled into a ball by him, and it was still on the carpet as if venting.

Because the action of throwing the ball of paper was too forceful, he suddenly felt a strong numbness at the tip of his left finger, and then an uncontrollable nausea rushed to his throat, his throat was hot, and he felt very sick. strong.

He stumbled into the toilet and vomited while holding the toilet.

He raised his head and turned on the light in the bathroom. At that moment, the light above his head seemed to turn into a dazzling scorching sun. He couldn't open his eyes, so he could only stand up while holding onto the toilet.

The wall in front of him turned into an ethereal veil, and the other end of the veil seemed to be connected to an illusory time and space.

Duan Yang supported the sink to stand still, took a handful of cold water and poured it on his head, the cool feeling stimulated him, and made him wake up a lot in an instant. The person in the mirror was pale, like a drug addict. .

Due to the torment of illness, he lost a lot of weight, his cheekbones were protruding, his eye sockets were sunken, and his dark circles were heavy. Compared with before, he suddenly looked much older.

"What's the point of your life?" The person in the mirror suddenly spoke.

The facial features of the person in the mirror gradually became blurred, Duan Yang rubbed his eyes, but saw An An standing opposite him.

An An talked to him in a cold voice through a mirror: "You are living in such pain, you might as well die, and leave the rest to me."

Duan Yang clenched his right hand into a fist and punched the mirror: "What are you?! You deserve to talk to me like this!"

Duan Yang watched An'an in the mirror shatter little by little, the shattered lens spread out from the edge of the frame, extending deep into the wall, tearing the wall into deep cracks, and the wall began to fall off , but at this moment, An An's wild laughter sounded in his ears, and then there was a loud knock on the door...

Duan Yang climbed up from the collapsed ruins, tensed his nerves, took out the pistol hidden in his waist, and aimed at An An in the mirror.

He said to the mottled beauty in the mirror: "I can create you, and I can kill you!"

An An's laughter seemed to pop out of his head. She laughed for a long time before slowly restraining her smile: "Then you shoot me to death!"

After the Interpol knocked on the door to no avail, he winked at the waiter beside him, signaling him to open the door quickly.

The waiter was sweating profusely from nervousness, and opened the door of Room 305 with trembling hands. The moment the door handle was turned, there was the sound of a pistol, a silencer, and a device going off.

By the time the police rushed into the room, it was too late. There was a man lying on the bathroom floor, blood was flowing from his forehead.

Duan Yang was lying on the ground, holding the pistol in his right hand, staring straight ahead. There was a deep red hole on the temple of his forehead, and hot blood was flowing out continuously at this time.

The bullet pierced through his head, and the brain tissue that had been oppressed by the tumor for a long time also rushed out, but the flowing blood seemed to be alive, rushing towards the surroundings quickly...

Xiao Ze hung up the phone and immediately frowned.

"What's the matter, captain?" Wang Yue asked.

Xiao Ze looked at Wang Yue who was sitting opposite the desk, with a solemn expression: "Duan Yang committed suicide!"

"Suicide?!" Wang Yue stood up from his seat in shock: "How could he commit suicide?!"

Xiao Ze shook his head: "The body has been sent to the Thai police, and the autopsy results will be released tonight... It seems that the case will be closed soon." Xiao Ze lit a cigarette: "You and the rest of the work Come in."

"Captain, he just died like this? Shall we continue to investigate?"

Wang Yue has not recovered yet. He is full of curiosity about Duan Yang. Just now he was thinking about how to isolate Duan Yang after he was caught, so as to prevent him from hypnotizing the surrounding policemen. He has been thinking about how to interrogate this hypnotized man. Grandmaster.

He never thought that Duan Yang would die so soon.

"You go through the handover procedures with the police in Thailand."

Xiao Ze didn't say to check, and didn't say no to check, with a cigarette in his mouth, he pushed open the office door, still thinking about the phone call just now...

"We found a note in the dead man's room with an Arabic numeral '4' written on it..."

Arabic numeral 4?

This involuntarily reminded him of the previous three campus suicides.

Duan Yang also committed suicide, and he happened to be the "4th" dead!

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly tightened.

Li Meng mentioned one thing to him before...

Li Meng was also present when Zhao Ying died. He saw Mo Lin standing on the roof of the teaching building with his own eyes.

When he heard what Li Meng said, he only felt that Mo Lin appeared on the rooftop where Zhao Ying committed suicide in order to prevent Zhao Ying from committing suicide.

But now, he had to have some bad associations.

The last person Duan Yang met was Mo Lin... Why was Mo Lin suspected twice?

Or... Duan Yang left the note on purpose to confuse the public?

But what is his purpose in doing this?

After Mo Lin heard the news of Duan Yang's death, he looked very calm, holding the stainless steel spoon with his slender knuckles, stirring it back and forth in the coffee cup: "Are you doubting me?"

Mo Lin has been listening to Xiao Ze's words, and at the same time, his eyes have been staring at the computer screen in front of him.

Xiao Ze pressed the burnt cigarette into the ashtray: "I really want to hear your explanation."

Mo Lin finally raised his head with a smile, he seemed to be in a good mood: "What do you want me to explain?"

"Two suicides, you are suspected, why did you show up at the scene?"

Mo Lin put the coffee cup on the table and raised the corners of his eyes slightly: "Because Duan Yang wants me to see his masterpiece."

"Just like that?"

"If Captain Xiao doesn't believe it, you can ask Menglan to check my call records to see if the time the call came in matches the time when the crime happened."

"Mr. Mo, don't mind, I'm just asking."

That's what he said, but Xiao Ze couldn't wait to check the other party's call records.

"I don't mind, your suspicion is very reasonable." Mo Lin took a sip of coffee and stared at the computer screen again.

"What are you looking at?" Xiao Ze was curious, so he leaned over.

The picture on the screen seems to be frozen, the decoration style is black, white and gray, only the curtains are gently swaying in the breeze.

"Have you installed surveillance at home?"

"Ah."

"What's at home that you've been staring at?"

"There's my cat."

Xiao Ze took a closer look and found that there was indeed a cat on the corner of the sofa, but it seemed to be asleep, lying motionless in the groove of the sofa, but this cat was too fat, if you didn't look carefully, you might think it was a cat. Oval pillow.

"Look at it, can it run away?"

Xiao Ze couldn't understand Mo Lin's interest, and didn't want to waste time here: "Go ahead and watch, I don't have as much free time as you."

Just as Xiao Ze left, a thin figure suddenly appeared between the sofa and the coffee table.

Gu Yuan was cleaning with gloves and a hood on, because it was not easy to clean under the coffee table, so he kept burying his body.

He stood up after clearing the coffee table. The apron on his body was ruffles. Gu Yuan's waist was very thin, and there was a bow tied behind his back, which made him look soft and cute. Mo Lin was thinking about what he should give to Gu Yuan. Add some clothes.

He was no longer satisfied with the temptation of shirts.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

Gu Yuan supported his waist, with beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, he cursed in his heart: Grass.

After walking two steps forward, his legs still felt weak, so he planned to sit on the sofa and rest for a while.

As soon as he sat down, the phone rang. Seeing the caller, he had the urge to hang up.

After thinking about it, I picked it up.

"busy?"

Gu Yuan accepted it every time, but he refused to accept it every time he wore pants.

Mo Lin could hear all the emotions in the other party's tone.

"I've asked you for half a day off, take a good rest, and I'll ask my aunt to clean it in the afternoon."

Gu Yuan looked back at the high-definition monitor installed on the wall: "Let the electrician come over this afternoon."

Mo Lin: "Is there a problem with the electrical circuit at home?"

"There is an extra monitor above the head, I don't like it, so I removed it."

Mo Lin rubbed his nose: "My wife... don't... how will you look at you if you take it apart?"

When Gu Yuan heard this, his heart softened inexplicably.

This strange feeling, this damn coquetry, this shameful address...

"It's okay if you don't tear it down..."

As Gu Yuan said, Mo Lin was quite happy when he entered the bathroom. It is rare for Gu Yuan to be so easy to talk...

However, the next second, Gu Yuan came out of the bathroom with a white towel, and Mo Lin witnessed a 100% shot.

The towel in Gu Yuan's hand was thrown out, just in time to cover the surveillance camera tightly.

The author has something to say: the dog's head saves his life~