After awakening the evil god, it was marked

"Like being injected with venom?" Yan Zhijin grabbed He Jiayun by the collar and stared at her closely.

He Jiayun looked at him in a trance, his body swayed from side to side like a fallen leaf following his movements.

"Just like the first few mice, because they couldn't bear the rapid growth of various abilities, their hearts stopped beating in excitement." He Jiayun buried his face in his palms, "I don't know why there is such a thing. Feeling, but she looked at me at that time, her facial features, her skin, her facial muscles, her limbs, all looked so alive, her pupils were dilated, like those who had injected an overdose of stimulants. "

"Maybe it was really injected?" Zhou Hanguang said coldly, "Didn't the murderer come to steal the venom? In case he has already got it, he will inject the venom into Xia Shuhe's body. Just a little bit, this thing will be gone." Enough to kill."

Fang Mian was surprised and said, "This is too...but that will definitely set off the alarm."

Zhou Hanguang shrugged and said, "What if that person can unlock it?"

"You mean there is an inner ghost?" Fang Mian blurted out, and after finishing speaking, he shook his head again, "Impossible, only those who have the closest contact with the core of the experiment can unlock it. Who are you suspecting us?"

"Anyone is possible." Zhou Han looked around, and when his eyes touched Yan Zhijin, he softened a little, "Except for the tutor."

"No, there is no shortage of venom." Yan Zhijin was silent for a long time, and said, "Besides, this venom is very important to him. According to how well he protects the cabinet, he must cherish this research, and it is impossible to abuse the venom. "

"Really? Is he so careful because he cherishes research? What if he is just afraid of leaving clues? This venom is very important to us, but not necessarily to some people." Zhou Hanguang's eyes were sharp, "What if his purpose is to kill Xia Shuhe?"

Yan Zhijin raised his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that there seems to be a strange person in the institute?" Zhou Hanguang spoke faster and faster, "I can't find academic experience and representative achievements, but I can easily pass the assessment of the institute; although Every job is done quickly and accurately, but it seems that he has no interest in research; because Xia Shuhe is favored by the professor, he is hostile to Xia Shuhe. The most important thing is that he belongs to the core staff and has the ability to know ghosts Unknowingly takes the venom."

The word "Yan Hun" almost popped out from the tip of his tongue.

"It's not him." Yan Zhijin said.

"Professor, now is not the time for favoritism," Zhou Hanguang said, "I know you have a preference for him, but Xia Shuhe is also an important student of ours, isn't he? Do you still remember that after class, Xia Shuhe asked you questions? Did he look at Xia Shuhe's eyes? And recently, Xia Shuhe has been in contact with you more frequently, I think he also expressed his displeasure?"

Yan Zhijin pursed her lips and remained silent.

"If you came here specifically to kill Xiaoxia, you must know that Xiaoxia lived in the research institute that night," Fang Mian rubbed his temples, thinking, "I remember watching a movie last night and seeing him with the professor. Professor, are you I know, Xiaoxia is in the research institute at night, which means..."

He didn't say anything after that.

"Xia Shuhe hasn't been sleeping well lately. He can use the sound to lure her out, and then take the opportunity to attack her, and then push it to a illusory thief," Zhou Hanguang mocked, "It's been so long, and I haven't been caught by the police yet." Put it back, can't it explain the problem?"

"It's not him." Yan Zhijin said coldly but firmly.

"professor……"

"No." Yan Zhijin said categorically, "It is difficult for the murderer to hide his identity by using this special weapon. No one would use this kind of weapon to deliberately murder. Xia Shuhe and He Jiayun slept together, how could he guarantee that?" Doesn’t it wake He Jiayun up? Moreover, there is no shortage of venom.”

Zhou Hanguang secretly "tsk" and said: "That's that snake! It sneaked out at night, and happened to meet Xia Shuhe there, and killed her for fear that she would expose its existence. Do you still remember the snake's identity? Ability? It can make the animals in the range run in one direction endlessly until they hit the wall and die. It can also use venom to enhance the physical abilities of the mice. It can even bring the dead mice back to life and escape from that room. It’s not impossible, right? If it’s it, there’s no need to take the risk of stealing the preserved venom.”

"It's not him." Yan Zhijin also raised his voice and said sonorously.

Zhou Hanguang's already pale lips began to turn blue due to illness.

"I'm not saying she's been injected with venom, I'm saying she's in a similar state." He Jiayun seemed to wake up a little, and began to explain, "If you think about it carefully, she is different from the mouse that was injected with venom! It's a bit similar, but It's not exactly the same, it seems to be caused by another poisonous snake of the same genus and different species. She kept her eyes wide open, so she must just die unwillingly, right?"

Fang Mian also came out to smooth things over: "Let's leave these to the police for investigation. Our task is to provide the police with the clues we know. Han Guang, you go back to rest and take some medicine. Only when you are in good health can you do better research."

Zhou Hanguang coughed violently and reluctantly agreed.

He looked at Yan Zhijin viciously and meaningfully: "Professor, even if you don't want to admit it anymore, he is still a major suspect...even, the most likely one..."

***

When Yan Zhijin arrived at Zhou Hanguang's house, Zhou Hanguang was hurriedly buttoning his home clothes.

He seemed to have just finished changing, with the collars turned inside out.While welcoming Yan Zhijin in, he tidied up his clothes in a hurry and slowly.

Yan Zhijin looked at the top of his head.

dry.His hair and skin were dry and he hadn't just showered.It should have been more than an hour since he got home, but he just changed his clothes unexpectedly.

"Professor, you, ahem, why are you here?" Zhou Hanguang looked at Yan Zhijin with admiration.

"I don't know how your illness is. Have you gone to see a doctor?" Yan Zhijin took out a bag, "Fang Mian asked me to bring it. He has to take care of He Jiayun and has no time to come."

Zhou Hanguang took the bag and looked through the contents carefully, his sickly cheeks were stained with a blush.

"It seems that you have been working hard recently." Yan Zhijin walked into the room while looking around.

There are all kinds of books and notebooks densely packed in the room, on the sofa, on the dining table, everywhere.It can be seen that the owner of the house is thinking no matter what he does.

"Fortunately, it's nothing compared to you." Zhou Hanguang piled up all his things on a small sofa, made room for Yan Zhijin, and went to the kitchen to pour water for him.

Yan Zhijin found a relatively tidy place to sit down, saw a photo in the book next to him, and pulled it out curiously.

Then I saw my own face.

Zhou Hanguang used his photo as a bookmark and put it in the book.

Every book seems to have such a bookmark.

Yan Zhijin trembled, and silently stuffed the photo back, as if he didn't see anything.

Zhou Hanguang came out with two bottles of mineral water, and said embarrassingly, "Professor, I usually only come back at night, and I don't boil water. This is all I have here. You can make do with it."

Yan Zhijin nodded, took the bottle, and took a symbolic sip.

Zhou Hanguang sat down opposite him, straightened his back, and asked earnestly, "Would you like to see my latest discovery?"

"It's not urgent." Yan Zhijin waved his hands and said, "I came today to tell you..."

He opened and closed his lips, and spit out a few cruel words: "You killed Xia Shuhe, right?"

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Occasionally, I can't write because I'm too sleepy... If I don't write more in the morning, I will update later.