He walked forward two steps, with slender and distinct fingers supporting the computer desktop beside the woman in white, standing behind the dyed white left. The posture seemed slightly closer. His tall and straight figure easily enveloped the person, and the beautiful and oblique shadow fell with the sunlight.

Wei Ran leaned over and looked casually at the amber pupils. You could see the forensic's thin neckline on the solemn neckline, and the dark blue blood vessels were slender and fragile.

His light pupils were a little darker, and Yanran's tongue touched the upper jaw. Perhaps it was such an overly cold and rigorous temperament. The meticulous snow-white collar that was always trying to destroy something and bring out something else to the indifferent and desireless aura.

Weiran's snow-white teeth tips were a little itchy, and suddenly he wanted to bite it. For example, he pulled open the neckline and bit the neckline. He murmured softly, just looking at Ran Bai with a smile, squinted his eyes to restrain his inexplicable impulse, and asked in the forensic ear. His tone was clear and unique magnetism, like sake brewed under the moonlit night, and his tone was a bit joking: "What did the forensic doctor see?"

Ranbai stood there and could feel the figure standing behind him, with the breath of another person alone, the faint fragrance and cold lingering, the fascinating smell, and the oppressive feeling that is not annoying when approaching.

The light white windbreaker was draped on the young man's shoulders, and his sleeves fell down, and he stroked her fingers inadvertently. The silver-white cufflink on the sleeves was slightly cold.

She listened to the young man's speech, and her tone was not too slow. Perhaps it was because she was getting closer. When his thin lips opened, the clean breath sprayed on the white ears, which slightly brought out a tremor of discomfort for a moment. The silver chain hanging from the golden silk glasses was cold and was close at hand.

The forensic doctor who had been cold and lofty paused for a moment, turned his face sideways, and opened the distance. When he lowered his eyes, he could see the young man leaning against the white fingers on the edge of the table and asked indifferently: "Who is the person responsible for giving He Ying desserts?"

Weiran blinked his eyes, and didn't mind the forensic's distantness. He leaned against the table and replied with a smile: "I don't know."

The clerk next to him said weakly, "It's Zhou Xu..."

Next, Ranbai met Zhou Xu and learned a very important information. That night, Zhou Xu called He Ying when he arrived in He Ying's community.

But it was not connected.

The phone displays shut down.

According to He Ying's situation, it is impossible for her to turn off her phone.

Very likely—

He Ying was killed during the period from ordering desserts to delivering desserts to the community.

Ranbai learned some details and then asked Weiran.

But Weiran gave every answer that he gave was unsatisfactory.

As the store manager of W.R. Fairy Tale, Weiran seems to have no idea about the store he opened, and he completely lets go and lets it develop freely.

The forensic doctor stared at him without saying a word, his eyes as cold as the cold snow of winter.

"Miss forensic doctor, see what I do." Weiran met with the white gaze, the curve of the thin lips and the smile was still the same, and the expression was lazy, "W.r. Isn't it good to release the fairy tale?"

The clerk next to him dared not speak, and said in his heart.

Manager, you have the nerve to say it.

How many times have you been to this dessert shop since it opened?

What else have you ever cared about besides giving money!

I don’t know if the clerk was thinking too much or why, he always felt that their shop owner was teasing the forensic lady.

Sometimes he felt that the aura of Ranbai was so cold that it was too cold, and the owner of the shop was still chatting and laughing, looking gentle and innocent.

Don't understand or not.

We dare not say it, we dare not ask.

"I don't know what you ask." Ran Bai Qingqing said coldly, his tone was calm: "What do you know?"

Wei Ran said oh, raised his eyebrows and looked at Ran Bai with a strange look, as if he had discovered something interesting, his light-colored eyes were shimmering, as if he was shattering his light: "So we, who are so unkind forensic doctors, can still tease people?"

His lazy and playful look was a bit gentle and bad, and his contradictory temperament was fully interpreted in him. It clearly made people feel very dangerous, but they still wanted to get close to him.

The feeling was like a blooming poppy, charming but deadly. When the flowers bloomed, they still confused people even though they knew the danger was still confusing. The hunter, who was slightly restrained, was lazy and teasing his prey, and his movements were very seductive, but when you thought you were approaching him, you found that it was still an indescribable distance. It was a distance that seemed close and unreachable.

But Ranbai was indifferent to such a vague bewitching, and even turned a blind eye to it. He was very sober and cold and said two words: "Shut up."

Weiran sighed lightly, Yapi said OK, but she was helpless indulging in it, giving a lazy and ignorant evaluation: "It's so cold."

"But I think I still have to reiterate it." Weiran smiled slightly, her golden silk glasses set off her gentlemanly demeanor, elegant and noble. Her white fingers gently pulled off her white sleeves, and she shook her like a show of goodwill.

I don’t know if it’s the illusion of whiteness, but it’s a bit like a cat who wakes up in the afternoon sun and jumps lightly in the owner’s arms and scratches his paw lazily. Although the movement is a bit piercing, it doesn’t hurt or itchy, and it’s more like asking the owner to pay attention.

Weiran Bingliang's fingertips swayed against the snow-white sleeves. His finger lines were clean and slender. He smiled and said in the forensic's obvious cold eyes: "Since the forensic doctor has asked questions and didn't know, what else can I know."

The forensic doctor paused for a moment and glanced at the young man without any emotion. The dark eyes that had always been calm were filled with ice and snow. He raised his hand and patted Wei Ran's hands lightly and heavy, turning around and walking towards the w.r. fairy tale.

I don’t know if it was because the young man’s skin was too thin and too fair, but after being photographed, it turned a light red, leaving a scarlet mark.

He was not annoyed, and his elegant gentlemanly demeanor looked at the lofty back of the forensic doctor leaving with a smile. He invited him with a very good temper: "I've come here, don't you leave me to try the dessert?"

The man was dressed solemnly, cold and abstinent, and did not turn around, walked straight out of the fairy tale, calmly refused without looking back: "No need."

Two concise words.

Weiran narrowed his eyes, and the golden glasses reflected light.

So cold.

When Ranbai came out of the fairy tale of w.r., Xu Zelin and Lu Yuan were waiting in the car.

Seeing the woman come out, Xu Zelin took the lead and asked, "Is there any information?"

Ranbai opened the car door and sorted out the valuable information for Xu Zelin.

Xu Zelin frowned slightly, his face slightly dark.

"He Ying...is very likely killed in the company."

Who would kill a girl in the company and use what channels to throw people into the river?
Chapter completed!