Forensics

Gu Yanchen made an emergency call and reported a series of addresses. He called for backup, and others rushed to the scene.

Then Gu Yanchen went to the bathroom to fetch a towel, trying to help him stop the bleeding.His shoulders are strong, and his embrace is very warm, letting him lean on his chest, but he doesn't know where to start, for fear of hurting him again.

That movement was light, in stark contrast to the previous thugs.

"I'm sorry...I'm late, I'm sorry..." Gu Yanchen hugged him tightly, apologizing repeatedly in his ear, and there seemed to be endless regret in his voice, "Who, who did it?"

"Yes..." He opened his eyes, breathed hard, opened his mouth to say something, tried to recall in his mind, wanted to say the two code names of Boss Mu and Hound, and he wanted to describe the appearance of those people .

Then his eyes dimmed.

He realized that he couldn't tell Gu Yanchen, at least not now.

Those insane murderers may kill everyone who knows these secrets.

They thought he was dead, so they left carelessly.

He couldn't die and bring danger to others.

He wanted to say something, but he felt a fishy smell coming from his body. He tilted his head, closed his eyelashes, raised his throat, and spat out a big mouthful of blood.

"Lin Luo!" He heard Gu Yanchen's exclamation, and in his impression, that calm man had never lost his composure like this.

He tried his best to regain some consciousness and grabbed Gu Yanchen's hand. The pain was like a tide drowning him, and he couldn't even wake up in his mind.His body trembled and trembled, and he murmured: "Gu Yanchen, it hurts so much..."

It was as if the last bit of strength had been sucked away, he just felt cold.

Gu Yanchen hugged him even tighter: "Lin Luo, hold on!"

He knew in his heart that he might not be able to do it anymore.He looked at Gu Yanchen, and seemed to have a thousand words to say for a moment, but he didn't know where to start.

Does it mean that I like him a little bit, or is it a pity that we met too late?

Or what should I say if there is an afterlife?

He felt that those words were too hypocritical.

In the end, he opened his mouth and said, "Gu Yanchen, you have to be good."

Even if there is no Lin Xianglan or Lin Luo in your world, you should be fine.

Live well, live well.

After saying this, he closed his eyes wearily.

When he was dimly conscious, he heard someone screaming in horror outside.

"Someone jumped off the building!"

He seemed to understand what the so-called one more thing to deal with meant.

It was destined to be a bloody night.

He felt himself being hugged by Gu Yanchen, but his hands were hanging down weakly, and his head was thrown back uncontrollably.

It seemed to be noisy all around, there were a lot of people, he couldn't hear clearly, and he couldn't open his eyes.

That feeling is like falling into the abyss, and I feel that consciousness is like a kite, gradually wanting to float away.

Gu Yanchen seems to be crying, or why is there a cool liquid dripping on his skin?

That was his last memory of being plunged into darkness.

From that night on, he fell into a coma for a long time until finally...

Lin Luo no longer exists, only Shen Junci is alive now.

He also went to inquire about the situation that night, and it was Zhou Chen who fell to his death.

A perfect scapegoat.

The students went their separate ways, and the only squad leader who knew a little bit of the truth quickly went abroad to study in graduate school, and then died in a robbery abroad.

As Shen Junci, he knew the truth, but he couldn't speak.

Without evidence, this story is like a fantasy, a groundless accusation, no one will believe it, and they will even startle the snake, attracting the attention of those people and causing new murders.

Without finding the person behind the scenes, he will not be safe for a day, and those hidden things cannot be taken out.

Now, he is finally back in Penang.

If fire is required to burn away those sins, he is willing to offer himself as a sacrifice on the altar.

One day, he will find out everything and send those people to hell.

Shen Junci looked at the man lying on the dissecting table.

That was the real murderer who hurt him five years ago - the Hound.

He is still alive, but his enemy is dead.

Now the man has turned into a corpse, lying on the cold dissecting table, being dissected by him, the temperature of the corpse gradually drops.

Shen Junci's movements were quick and precise, separating the internal organs, taking them out and weighing them.

"A bullet pierced through the left shoulder blade..."

"Scratched right abdominal vein..."

"The bullet penetrated through the occiput..."

"There is an old wound on the chest..."

Over the years, he has become a skilled forensic doctor, but tonight, smelling the bloody smell, Shen Junci felt a little sick, but under the calm appearance, his heart beat faster and faster.

There were quite a few scars on the male corpse. His fingerprints had been washed off, and there were some thin calluses on his fingers, which were left by guns and knives.

It was probably because of the hangover last night, the long absence of rest, and the rain. At the end of the autopsy, Shen Junci's ears started to ring, and there was also a dull pain in his chest and abdomen.

He gritted his teeth desperately, trying to suppress the disgusting feeling.

He thought that after many years of dissecting his enemy, he should be relieved, but after the memory was awakened, it seemed that he was suffering from lingering pain.

After completing the head dissection, Shen Junci said to Qi Yi'an, "You do the stitching."

Qi Yi'an saw that he was already trying to support himself: "Master, don't worry, I'll sew it up and send it to storage, you go back first."

Shen Junci's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He couldn't stand the smell of blood in the dissection room for a moment, so he tried his best not to spit it out.

As soon as he walked out of the dissection room, he took off his gloves and mask, breathing heavily, trying to suppress the discomfort.His hands were shaking, and it took a few tries to untie the straps and take off the anatomy suit.

Sweat had already soaked the clothes inside. He took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket and swallowed the pills without drinking water.

There was a light in the corridor, the light was pure white, a little dazzling, and when he closed his eyes, the corpse with the red birthmark on his face would still appear in his mind.

There were bursts of colic in his body again, and his breath smelled like blood. It was difficult for him to tell whether the pain came from the wound on his body or his memory.

Shen Junci wanted to go to the office, but the short corridor seemed to be stretched now.

He vaguely saw someone coming from the opposite side of the corridor, but his eyes were blurred.

Shen Junci wanted to take a step forward, but his vision gradually turned black from the surroundings inward, and the world seemed to be spinning.

He supported the wall with one hand, and the moment he was about to fall to the ground, he heard Gu Yanchen's voice: "Doctor Shen..."

In the early morning, Penang Airport.

A middle-aged man walked out of the VIP channel of the airport quickly.

His surname is Mu, and his name is Mu Yuwei.

In the crowd, he looks like a mature business elite.

In fact, he is indeed very successful, but he is only middle-aged, and he runs two companies under his command, and the business is getting bigger and bigger.

One of these two companies is a cleaning company, and the other is also a cleaning company.

The first cleaning company is on the bright side, providing housekeeping and babysitting services for wealthy businessmen and celebrities.The company has purchased a batch of high-precision equipment, and it also has hundreds of cleaners. The major shopping malls in Penang, the facades of office buildings, and even the cleaning of airports, railway stations, and some government agencies are all contracted to this company.

The company has a superficial boss, interface, and staff, and Mu Yu only acts outside as a shareholder of the cleaning company.

Another cleaning company is behind the scenes, doing murder and cleaning up the business of the scene.

Few people know that these two companies are controlled by Mu Yuwei secretly.

When the airport staff saw him, they bowed to welcome him.

Mu Yuwei also smiled and nodded at the other party.

He is smiling most of the time.

At first, this habit was developed in his childhood. His father was a murderer, and his mother abandoned him due to drug addiction. He was a child who grew up in an orphanage.

He found that as long as he smiled, he could gain the trust of others and avoid a lot of punishment.

Mu Yuwei didn't read many books, but he was very smart. He grew up in an orphanage, and he matured earlier than ordinary children.He was also bullied by others.

Gradually, he discovered that if he wanted to make others obedient, he had to grasp their weaknesses.

There are three kinds of so-called weaknesses.

He sums it all up in three words: desire, fear, love.

Desires, as the name suggests, what a person wants, wanting money, a house, beauty, good food, can all be turned into temptation.

Fear is something to be feared, death, pain, hunger, cold, poverty.

Love is everything that people cherish, love that cannot be let go, family affection.People or things you value, the white moonlight in your heart, parents who are far away at home, and pets who have been with you for many years.

If you want to manipulate a person, you have to seduce him with what he wants, torture him with what he fears, and entangle him with what he loves.

After getting it right, this person will become your slave and be used by you.

Mu Yuwei used this trick to recruit a group of subordinates. He knew that his subordinates loved him, feared him, and hated him.But I couldn't get rid of him.

He is a man who plays tricks, kills and sets fire, and is dirty from the inside out.

Xu Chenghuang was killed six years ago. For a while, the superficial beatings and killings were no longer feasible. Mu Yuwei's opportunity came. His cleaning company replaced the butcher's slaughterhouse and turned to serve those who have money and power. gradually became the company that received the most jobs in the underground business in Penang.

Walked out of the airport.

Mu Yuwei got into a car and sat in the passenger seat. A young woman was already sitting in the back seat. She put the computer on her lap and called him respectfully: "Dad."

She is not Mu Yuwei's flesh and blood, but a child raised by Mu Yuwei, and those children all call Mu Yuwei their father.

"This time the foreign accounts were processed very smoothly." Mu Yuwei had a smile on his face, "Yazheng, what's the matter while I'm away?"

The woman named Yazheng said: "A business with the Chamber of Commerce went wrong. The hound was killed, and our people fell into the hands of the police."

Mu Yuwei heard the news as soon as he got off the plane. He still remembers that it was just a simple small list, and the plan was sent to him to read. It used the wife who was abused as a scapegoat. He thought there was nothing wrong with the plan at that time.

The smile on Mu Yuwei's face froze, and he frowned: "What's going on? Why did you mess things up? Who went this time? Didn't I let Qingshui manage the company?"

Yazheng lowered his head, faltering: "He entered that room."

When Mu Yuwei heard the news, he suddenly realized that his cage was missing a link, there was no restraint, and the uncontrolled chess pieces walked out of his control.

Things are going badly.