The forensic doctor's tone was plain: "Let's go."

Weiran leaned against the tree trunk, looked at the forensic doctor standing in front of him, smiled, and said slowly: "Sir Forensic Doctor is... unwilling to take responsibility?"

"With me." Ranbai's tone was calm and indifferent, and it was not until then that he felt cold and arrogant from the feeling of being close to the stranger, as if it was natural: "You have no room for losses."

The forensic doctor said coldly: "I'll talk about other things when the case is over."

Wei Ran stared at her for two seconds inexplicably, with some meaningful danger, as if he was brewing a slow and dark mood. Finally, he curled his lips and felt lazy: "Okay."

He responded, and licked the thin corners of the lips that the forensic had just pressed in front of the dyed white face, and the color was bright and joking: "I'm waiting for the forensic doctor..."

"Responsible." He stared at Ranbai with a straightforward and aggressive manner, and slowly lingered in the words of thin lips, and there was a little deep ambiguity for no reason, as if the moonlight caressed the pear blossoms, and the sake of wine was drunk.

The forensic doctor looked silent and turned around and left.

But the next second, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist. The young man behind him slowly stood up and in that position he enveloped the person from behind.

Weiran's fingertips rubbed the delicate skin on the dyed wrist, intentionally or unintentionally passing through the fragile blood vessels, and his movements were frivolous and bewitching.

The other hand was lying on the forensic's thin and lonely shoulders, and the tall and tall figure leaned over slightly, and the oppression of the other person was shrouded in the light and cold fragrance, which was not annoying, but had a faint sense of desolation.

A light kiss fell behind the dyed neck, and the slightly cool and soft touch was fleeting on the neck, as gentle as bewitching, extremely aggressive.

With his eyes down, his eyes stared at the thin forensic neckline with a deep color. The extended curve was hidden under the thin snow-white shirt, supporting the beautiful back line. As he breathed slightly, he could see the faint collarbone from the collar of the shirt, with a slender and delicate curve.

He chuckled, his fingertips drew along the back of his neck, pressing them lightly and heavily on the white and straight back lines. The place where he passed was a strange numbness, making his waist soft.

"Isn't it too much to ask for a kiss in advance?" Ranbai turned his back to the young man, so he couldn't see his bright expression clearly, but he could feel the temperature of the light kiss and the trembling after pressing the fingertips along the back line. The cold fragrance sprayed behind the forensic's neck. The clear and lazy voice exuded a slight silence, and the texture was pleasant. Ranbai only heard him say, laughing in a speckle: "Take it as interest."

It was so intriguing that it was like a fatal knife.

When the smile was the gentlest, the tip of the knife was silently aimed at the heart.

The cold blade is hidden in the tenderness, making people feel lost and desolate.

The forensic doctor was sober and rational enough to hold on to Weiran's wrists, and spoke out four words calmly and objectively, calm and unrestrained: "Stop when you can."

She glanced back at Weiran, her tone was calm, and she couldn't hear the meaning contained in it: "Let's see you."

"Goodbye." Weiran chuckled, and pointed his lips at his fingertips. The contrast between fairness and magnificence was a visually confusing desire.

The sunset in the sky is infinitely sunny and the horizon is stained with deep and shallow hazy colors, which are particularly gentle, setting off the beauty's eyebrows and eyes, and those light brown clear eyes.

After Ranbai left, the afterglow light fleeting in the deep eyes, like a shattered light, floating in the abyss. The extremely dangerous and extremely interesting color has not faded with a bit of warm joke, and has accumulated a charming and fatal beautiful color.

Forever contradictory.

Forever bewitched.

After leaving University A, Xu Zelin and Ranbai integrated the survey results.

Finally, Xu Zelin said with a bad look: "...violent bullying."

Through investigations at the school, Xu Zelin discovered many clues.

Zhou Jiaxin is arrogant, has a sharp personality and is not sociable, but she is generous and spends a lot of money. There are many small followers or similar people around her, forming a small group.

Many girls from poor families and cowardly temperament are victims of this small group.

Xu Zelin met a girl today named Zhao Ying.

After meeting the police, I gave up the initial hesitation, and later completely hysterically exposing the evil deeds of Zhou Jia and others. The girl could see the traces of the purple and purple arms even after rolling up her sleeves, and some were burned by cigarette butts. She could imagine that she was covered in bruises.

I was also very mentally abnormal and I burst into tears.

Xu Zelin originally thought Zhou Jia was a victim, but he never thought that there was such a dark story hidden behind it.

Xu Zelin suspected that Zhou Jia's death was likely to be related to these things in daily life.

Perhaps it is precisely because people like Zhao Ying who can no longer bear it, twisted their revenge in the deep shadow.

Ranbai listened and thought of a woman who had just tried to separate her relationship with Zhou Jia, who was roughly one of the so-called small group.

"Go to Zhou Jia's house." Xu Zelin pressed his temple with a headache and sighed.

Zhou Jia’s home is a small villa, and she usually lives alone. Zhou Lixing does business abroad all year round and rarely has time to accompany Zhou Jia. He doesn’t know how much his daughter has done…

It’s too late to regret now.

Zhou Lixing stayed in the villa, slowly wiping Zhou Jia's photo album, his back had a curved curve, his expression was pale and dazed, and his mental state was not very good.

"Officer Xu..." Zhou Lixing was not surprised by Xu Zelin's arrival, but his eyes paused unnaturally when he saw the figure of Bingxue next to Xu Zelin. He with a complicated expression turned back his gaze and wiped the photo subconsciously heaviered a little.

Xu Zelin said: "Mr. Zhou, we want to ask you about Zhou Jia's situation. Also see if we can find some evidence in the place where she lives."

Zhou Lixing nodded reluctantly.

Xu Zelin objectively asked something about Zhou Jia. He thought of the situation and information in his heart. He asked a very tactful question: "Mr. Zhou rarely communicates with your daughter. Do you know that Zhou Jia is in school... something?"

"I don't know." Zhou Lixing shook his head blankly and asked nervously: "What's wrong with my daughter at school? Is anyone bullying her?"

Xu Zelin: “…”

This is not.

He said politely: "Some classmates are in conflict."

"Officer Xu, you must help me and find the murderer!" Zhou Lixing swallowed even more, staring at Xu Zelin tightly. He seemed to unconsciously ignore the forensic doctor and avoid saying, "Jia Jia must not die unjustly!"

“We will do our best.”

Ranbai stood aside, looking at Zhou Lixing with a calm expression.

This Zhou Lixing...knows her.
Chapter completed!