God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

The sharp scalpel shone coldly, and cut a long incision evenly and steadily from the skin of the abdomen.

Above the mask is a pair of slightly raised eyes, the eyelashes drooping and casting a fan shape, so focused that it seems that only this headless corpse is left in the whole world.

Outside the door, Captain Xu and his team members were still trying to contact the family members of the deceased, but even without the interference of the signal jammer, none of the phone numbers of Yang Huirong's family members displayed in the message could be reached.

Yang Huirong is also a legend. It is said that she grew up in a slum. Her father was violent and her mother was drinking and taking drugs. Both of them died when Yang Huirong was 12 years old. Yang Huirong grew up with her grandmother, but her grandmother has never been sober. In other words, a psychopath.

But such a woman is unwilling to bow to fate. When she was 17 years old, her grandmother passed away, and she left her hometown alone to go to a big city to do odd jobs to earn money to study medical beauty. It happened to be a good time. Since then, 80.00% of the country’s The medical beauty industry is almost in her hands.

Such people are often surrounded by people who lean forward and backward, but the news of Yang Huirong's death has been exposed, and once occupied the top three Weibo hot searches, but at this time, there is not even a single person who can decide whether to conduct an autopsy.

Wen Xichun sat on the side and looked at the corpse silently, his eyes flickered.

In fact, I don't hate her, but I admire her personality that doesn't want to please anyone.

It is indeed a pity to die.

"The rice grains in the stomach contents are still clear, the gastric endocrine fluid has increased, the food is rice-like, and the emptying degree of the stomach is about 50.00% five, so the specific time of death is about two hours, which is eight o'clock."

Yao Jingrong took off his mask and sniffed it: "The death by poisoning was first ruled out, but the deceased had no other fatal injuries other than the head being removed, and the neck muscles were less stiff, so it is judged that he was chopped off after death." head, and the tools of crime..."

Speaking of this, Yao Jingrong seems to be trying to trick her on purpose.

He looked at Wen Xichun, and saw that the other party was also staring at him with an expression eager for knowledge.

Yao Jingrong smiled and turned his head: "It seems that the murderer is foolishly concealing the identity of the deceased by chopping off the head and taking it away, but I have to say that he is very smart and took away the only evidence that can prove the cause of death of the deceased.

Wen Xichun looked at the corpse and suddenly asked, "Are there any signs of struggle before death?"

"No."

"Acquaintances committed crimes." Wen Xichun insisted.

"So sure?"

"Yang Huirong is already sensitive and suspicious, and she is very vigilant. Even the guests who came to the ceremony together cannot gain her trust. The only people she has spoken to are us. She came to us yesterday and asked us to give her a ride. Proof that she had sensed some threat, but for some reason she couldn't say it. So she was killed in a more relaxed environment."

Speaking of this, Wen Xichun suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and showed a self-deprecating smile:

"You said that if we escorted her to the boat, would...she wouldn't end up like this."

Yao Jingrong slowly zipped up the body bag, took off his hands, and turned on the faucet, with an expression of indescribable indifference:

"Sorry, I don't feel guilty, after all, this is not my obligation."

Hearing this sentence, Wen Xichun sneered: "Of course I know, I have seen your indifference since the first day I saw you."

Yao Jingrong, who was washing his hands, suddenly paused his fingers, and the cold water flowed down the back of his hands, and he froze in place behind him.

Wen Xichun also stood up, not wanting to waste time with him, opened the door of the laboratory, and just took a step forward——

With the sound of hurried footsteps, a huge pulling force pulled him back, and before he could react, his back slammed into the wall.

He immediately raised his head and met a pair of cold eyes.

Yao Jingrong's wrist was tightly grasped, so strong that even a man like him couldn't break free.

"If enthusiasm means paying the price of life and losing all important things, then I am willing to be an indifferent person who is spurned by others."

Wen Xichun frowned: "What are you talking about, who made you pay with your life, it's simply inexplicable."

With a hard push, Wen Xichun pushed the person aside, straightened his clothes, and his expression was obviously impatient: "You have to pick a good time to go crazy."

Yao Jingrong was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand how this person became like this now, obviously before... he was a very gentle person.

Although I planned to pat my ass and leave, but halfway there, I had to turn back:

"Follow me to meet someone."

Yao Jingrong raised his eyes, hummed in a low voice, packed his things and followed Wen Xichun out the door.

The atmosphere along the way was indescribably embarrassing. One second they were still blaming each other, but the next they had to pretend to be in peace and work together. Wen Xichun just wanted to slap himself.

From memory, I vaguely remembered that Bai Jian once said that she was a student in Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School. After wandering around the teaching building for a long time, she finally found Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School, but it was empty inside.

Looking at the schedule on the blackboard, it seems that the students in class three have all gone to the piano room for piano lessons.

The two of them wandered around like headless chickens for a long time, and finally when they were about to give up, they heard the subtle sound of a piano coming from the building next door.

When they arrived at their destination, the melodious bell for the end of class instantly echoed in the huge campus.

A group of girls in uniforms came out of the piano room with smiles all over their faces. They saw two men standing at the door, and they all ran to the corner of the stairs behind with a smile, curled up and peeked carefully.

The opposite sex is hardly seen here, except for the administrative director who has no grass on his head.

They often feel that they are about to be derailed from this world. They don't recognize any traffic stars and popular niches, and their cognition of men is still only three years ago.

So when an adolescent girl sees such two men with extraordinary eyebrows and temperament, she still can't help but feel throbbing.

"May I ask if you are the special guests of this school celebration?" A girl boldly stepped forward and asked.

They are indeed different from the girls in ordinary colleges and universities I have seen before. Whether it is in speech, manner or dress, they all have a maturity that does not match this age.

Wen Xichun nodded, but his eyes stayed in the piano room: "Where is Bai Jian in your class."

When the girl heard this name, a strange look flashed across her eyes, and then she smiled slightly, revealing two cute little canine teeth:

"It should still be inside. What can I do with her?"

"No, I just want to ask her about a little thing."

While speaking, the piano sounded again in the room, and the crisp and melodious tune was filled with clearly audible sadness. The title of the tune was "River Flows in You", which was not the same as traditional classical music, but more like a modern pop style.

The girl was holding the music score, and her eyes followed the music's reputation. After a long while, a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"Brother, about Bai Jian, there is something I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Don't tell me if you don't know." Yao Jingrong mercilessly interrupted what the girl was going to say next.

The girl froze, a trace of embarrassment gradually appeared on her face.

In fact, Yao Jingrong knew what she was going to say without even thinking about it. As the saying goes, a picture comes from the heart, and her face was already filled with malice that shouldn't be at this age.

Wen Xichun smiled secretly, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Sitting in front of the piano, Bai Jian looked no different from a normal girl, and even surpassed most of her peers in terms of appearance and figure, Wen Xichun was a little suspicious of her real age.

She sat there, like a distant and beautiful picture, accompanied by the long-standing music, Wen Xichun also fell into deep thought for a moment.

Yao Jingrong followed his gaze and looked at the girl in her prime, with a delicate figure——

He finally couldn't help but cleared his throat, and then brought Wen Xichun's soul back from the distant Gyeonggi-do.

"Don't look at it, no matter how you look at it, it's not yours." Yao Jingrong's tone was sour, I'm afraid he didn't even notice it.

Wen Xichun gave him a blank look, didn't bother to answer him, and continued to knock on the door instead.

At this time, Bai Jian in the piano room finally heard the knock on the door. She stopped her hands and turned her face to look. Just as her eyes met Wen Xichun's, a dot suddenly floated in her dim eyes. starlight.

The child dropped everything at hand and ran eagerly to the door with small steps.

Although the etiquette teacher said that as a lady, don't panic, don't run and jump, but the strong excitement has long made her forget all the instructions.

"Brother Wen!" Bai Jian limped and rushed over, burying her head into Wen Xichun's not-so-thick chest, "You came to see me, did you miss me so soon?"

Wen Xichun felt that he couldn't bear such hospitality, so he hurriedly pushed Bai Jian away in embarrassment.

"You are so welcome, Brother Wen." Yao Jingrong on the side has slowly clenched his fists, but his face is still smiling like a flower. If it weren't for the "Brother Wen", no one would have heard what he said. of irony.

"Come here, I'll play the piano for you, the piece I just learned." In Bai Jian's eyes, Yao Jingrong was just a clothes hanger that was too tall and had no real human meaning, so he just ignored it and pulled Wen Xichun went to the piano room.

Wen Xichun slammed on the brakes and struggled to free his little hands from Bai Jian's pliers-like hands: "Don't worry about the song, let's find a place to sit down, I have something to ask you."

Bai Jian immediately clung to him again, wrapping both hands firmly around Wen Xichun's arm: "Brother Wen, go to my dormitory and tell me, we are in a single dormitory, and no one else will disturb you~"

The embarrassing group of Wen Xichun, the key is that there are many girls standing outside the door and looking at them curiously.

But before he could break free, a hand stretched out, grabbed Wen Xichun's nape collar and dragged him over.

"No need. We are the police. We want to conduct normal case investigation and inquiry on you. I hope you will answer truthfully and not hide anything."

Yao Jingrong was obviously tense, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was still there, but the mockery became more and more obvious.

Bai Jian slowly withdrew her hand, and the bright smile on her face gradually faded away. She raised her coquettish Danfeng eyes, stared at Yao Jingrong motionlessly, then sneered, turned around, picked up the piano score on the table, and sat down on the chair :

"Then you can ask, but I have the right not to answer."

Wen Xichun knew that Bai Jian was a typical compliant donkey, it was useless to frighten her, he had to follow her.

"I know I asked you to interrupt your practice at this time, but you are the only one who can help me now, so tell the truth, okay?"

Bai Jian raised her eyebrows, slapped the piano score on the table, and raised her legs. Although she was smiling, there was no smile in her eyes.

"Let him out."

Her thin chin nodded to Yao Jingrong who was standing aside.