Forensics

At night, in the neighborhood.

Shen Junci vomited out the dinner and wine, and finally felt a little better.

Gu Yanchen went to the vending machine to buy him a bottle of mineral water.

Shen Junci rinsed his mouth, and poured the remaining water on the ground, washing away the dirt.He knows his body well, and when he doesn't take his medicine on time, he will spit out bloodshots occasionally.It's not a big deal, just bear with it and let it go, he didn't want to scare Gu Yanchen.

Shen Junci rested for a while, and when he stood up, his head was still dizzy and his eyes were a little hard to open.

His memory also began to become incoherent, as if it had changed from a continuous line to dots one by one.

For a moment, it seemed that Gu Yanchen was carrying him behind his back.

For a moment, he seemed to see Wuliang obediently leading the way with Pikachu in his mouth.

For a moment, it seemed that he was in an elevator, Gu Yanchen's arms were around his waist, and he was very close to him, as if he could hear his heartbeat.

When he woke up a little bit, he found himself lying on the sofa at Gu Yanchen's house, with Pikachu and puppy puppets beside him, and Wu Liang had been locked back on the balcony.

Gu Yanchen brought him warm water, and after he drank it, he felt that the burning sensation in his body finally subsided.

Later, Gu Yanchen brought him a hot towel and wiped his face and hands again.

He just couldn't open his eyes, and when he opened them, he felt that his surroundings were spinning.

The body seems to be floating on a small boat in the wind and waves, and it is also like sitting on a never-ending merry-go-round.

Gu Yanchen asked him, "Medical Doctor Shen, are you feeling better? If you're really unwell, I'll take you to the hospital."

Shen Junci shook his head: "Let me lie down for a while..."

Gu Yanchen said: "Then I'll make you something to eat, you can eat as much as you want, you will feel uncomfortable with an empty stomach."

He responded in a low voice.

After a while, Gu Yanchen made him a bowl of pimple soup and brought it over.There are some tomatoes, eggs, and shrimp skins in it.

Gu Yanchen helped him up, and he drank it. It tasted delicious. He wanted to eat a bowl, but held back, fearing that he would vomit again after eating too much.

Later, he was helped by Gu Yanchen to the bed in the second bedroom.The sheets smelled of sunshine.

In a daze, he felt that Gu Yanchen was holding his hand, rubbing his joints, and the strength was well controlled.

He had been suffering through the early morning, struggling to sit up, and finally the speed of things spinning in front of him slowed down a little, allowing him to see everything around him clearly.Even when standing up, he was still head-heavy, as if he had just had a high fever.

Gu Yanchen was sitting on the other side of the bed, looking up something with his laptop in his arms. Seeing him get up, Gu Yanchen became nervous: "Is it still uncomfortable? Do you want to vomit?"

Shen Junci shook his head, put his hands on his forehead and said, "I want to go home."

Gu Yanchen saw that he was dizzy, how could he feel at ease: "Don't go back, you can make do with sleeping here tonight. The quilt and bed sheets are all newly changed."

Shen Junci said, "I haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth yet."

His hair was messed up, his face looked even paler, his eyes and eyebrows were particularly dark, but his expression was a bit confused.

When had Gu Yanchen seen the cold beauty like this in the past, he was laughed at by his restraint, he took him to the bathroom like a child, and gave him a clean towel and toothbrush.

After Shen Junci washed up, he leaned against the wall and struggled back to bed.

He couldn't stand the smell of alcohol on his body, and said again: "I want to change clothes..."

Gu Yanchen found a clean white T-shirt for him from the closet.

After Shen Jun resigned from the bathroom and changed, he was finally willing to go to bed.

Gu Yanchen walked over and helped him cover the thin quilt.

However, Shen Junci suddenly opened his eyes again, reached out to touch the mobile phone by the bedside, Gu Yanchen hurriedly handed it to him, Shen Junci plugged in the earphones, adjusted them, and stuffed the earplugs into his ears.

His set of procedures is extremely proficient, even if he is so drunk that he is not so conscious, his movements are still smooth, as if he has formed muscle memory.

After completing this set of movements, he curled up on his side, finally getting ready to sleep.

Gu Yanchen had no choice but to cover him again with the thin quilt that had been lifted. Shen Junci closed his eyes and didn't open them again. After a while, even his breathing became steady.

Gu Yanchen breathed a sigh of relief.He didn't know what Shen Junci was listening to. Curious, he quietly hooked up an earphone and stuffed it in his ear.

Listening to the audio content, he suddenly froze.

It was his speech from the previous meeting... and the recording of the interrogation.

It seems that it has been edited and played in a loop, for a very long period, without stopping.

Gu Yanchen frowned, he didn't quite understand what Shen Junci was doing listening to these things, this is not an important leader's speech, and it needs to be mastered?

He was puzzled, and listened for a while before quietly inserting the earphones back to Shen Junci.

Then Gu Yanchen walked lightly into the living room, rummaged through his pockets, and took out a note.

That was the reminder that Shen Junci wrote to Qiao Siwei last time in his case.

There was a word "pregnancy" on the note, which was written scribbled with continuous strokes.

At that time, Shen Junci told him through this note that Qiu Xiaoxue was pregnant.

Today's forensic doctors basically work electronically. Qi Yi'an is in charge of on-site records, and Shen Junci generally only needs to sign his name.This is his rare, handwritten word.

Then Gu Yanchen opened another record book, which was the relics of Lin Luo that he had tidied up.

There is a sentence transcribed in a notebook: "All the present breeds the future, and everything in the future grows from its yesterday."*

The word "pregnancy" inside is exactly the same as that on the note.

Gu Yanchen stacked these two things together and locked them in a drawer.

There is also a stack of "evidence" inside.

There was a rustling sound outside the window, and there was light rain this evening.

At this moment, in a dark basement in the west of Penang.

A man woke up from a coma. He found that his hands were tied behind his back, his feet were also tied, and he was in a sitting posture.

He was fastened firmly to an old chair that was falling apart and creaked whenever he moved.

The man struggled to open his eyes, drunk and dizzy.

There was a blindfold in front of his eyes, so that he couldn't see the environment clearly. The man's nose and eyes moved for a while, creating a small gap below, and he could see some of the environment in the room when he raised his head.

It was a small room that looked like an old warehouse or a basement.

A small light bulb hung from the roof, obviously not enough in wattage, and gave off a faint light.

On the wall, several old bed sheets of various colors were hung, and a thick layer of plastic sheeting was spread on the floor. He could feel it when he stepped on it with his feet. The place had not been cleaned for a long time. In the thick sand, a small exhaust fan was humming, spinning hoarsely.

There is an iron door in the corner of the house, which looks heavy and covered with copper rust.

The man wanted to judge his position by hearing, but he couldn't hear anything when he tried hard, only the chirping of insects and the barking of dogs in the distance.

There was no sound of passing cars, and it was late at night, so there should not be many people here.

The man tried to recall why he was here.

The last memory is that he and his friends came home after drinking, walking alone on the side of the road, humming a little song, and suddenly someone ran over from behind and pressed a stun gun on his neck.

It was a burning sensation, he was completely unprepared, twitched and lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he came to such a ghostly place.

He was still wearing the clothes he was wearing before, but his mobile phone and keys were nowhere to be found.

He had no memory of who was hijacking him.

The man's cold sweat broke out, and he woke up from the wine in an instant. He lowered his head and thought, trying to sort out the current situation.

Was it kidnapped?

Is it because...

He didn't wait long, the door opened, a figure walked in, and then a beam of light shone on his face.

In the basement, the man tied to the chair was blinded by the light.

A muffled voice came: "Zuo Junming."

The man's eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at the person in front of him, which was exactly his name.The other party was coming for him, and he didn't find the wrong person.

Zuo Junming was a little panicked, he panted and asked, "Who are you? Where is this place? Why did you arrest me?"

While he was talking, he tried to break free from the rope, but the rope was so tight that it almost went deep into his flesh, which made him painful, and he even felt blood dripping down.

The person opposite was dressed in black, but he could only see a pair of feet.

With the faint light in the room, he could see the long shadow of the man projected on the ground in front of his eyes.

The man on the other side didn't speak, and the man panicked more and more. He panted quickly: "Is that asking for money? I have some savings, how much do you want?"

Before he could answer, the person opposite picked up a stick and put it in his hand as a cushion.

"I, I haven't offended anyone...I am kind to others, honesty is the foundation, and I have never blush with others even in a small business! Did you make a mistake?" Zuo Junming's chest heaved rapidly.

There was a sarcasm from the other side.

"What on earth are you going to do?!" The man's heart sank, and he roared hoarsely, "Help! Help!!"

His answer was a stick, and the man in black swung the stick out. This time, with great strength, he hit the man's nose, and splashed a dazzling bloodstain in the air.

"Fuck" the man cursed, and tears and nosebleeds flowed down from the pain. It was the first time he was beaten up like this since he was a child.

But this was just the beginning, the second stick came again, hitting the side of his face, and a tooth fell out directly.

There was a sudden smell of blood in the small room.

"Help! Help!" The man yelled loudly, before he could recover, he was hit hard in the stomach with another stick, and the man almost vomited a mouthful of blood. His ribs might be broken, so he didn't yell out yet. The cry for help turned into a scream.

Zuo Junming was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he clenched his teeth, feeling fear in his heart, more hatred.

The man in black hit Zuo Junming on the back a few more times.

The chair fell to the ground, Zuo Junming turned his head to the side, breathing hard, he could feel that his forehead was swollen and blood was flowing down.

He lay on the ground with a pitiful expression: "Please, let me go."

Zuo Junming struggled in the blood and looked up, the blindfold was tilted, through the gap, he could see in the corner of the room, there was a white plate on which were placed all kinds of murder weapons, hammers, screwdrivers, and even a beer bottle...

There are seven kinds of murder weapons.

Looking at these murder weapons, the man suddenly remembered something, and his eyes widened instantly.

The man in black didn't seem to hear, he leaned down and whispered in his ear: "You know what I want to ask, if you don't tell me, then I'll beat you until you remember..."

The chair was straightened again.

After a long night, this torture has just begun.

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All the present breeds the future, and all the future grows from its yesterday. ——Shu Ting