She unintentionally lowered her eyes and could see a faint blush remaining on the young man's wrist.

It's indeed a bit delicate and tender.

Wei Ran was held on his wrist and did not move any other things. He said carelessly: "It really makes my brother sad."

But judging from his expression, there was no change in his thin lips, with a frivolous curve.

When Xu Zelin came over, he saw this scene. The two were very close. The young and elegant professors were lazily leaning on the forensic doctor, and one wrist was locked by the forensic doctor who had always been obsessed with cleanliness and abstinence.

He hesitated for a moment for some reason and called out: "Forensic Doctor Song."

Ranbai quickly released Weiran's hand and nodded.

The slightly cool temperature on the wrist disappeared, and the deep and shimmering eyes narrowed, looking at Ranbai with a smile, "Am I so shameful?"

Ranbai subconsciously asked: "The professor still knows?"

“…”

The young professor's lips curled up in the curve, laughed, his breath was slightly cool, and he pinched the girl's cheek like punishment.

...The temperament is quite cold and the temperament is also cold.

But the face was so soft that it was unexpectedly soft.

He tskated aloud.

Xu Meng's death also indirectly confirmed Xu Zelin's speculation.

Whether it is Xu Meng or Zhou Jia, they were both leaders in a small group and had carried out uncommon...violent behaviors at A University.

The victim fought back and retaliated.

It is the most likely thing to happen.

In just two days,

A University actually killed two female students in a row, which completely pushed the learning atmosphere of A University to tension and anxiety.

After Ranbai returned to the police station for an autopsy, he briefly explained the preliminary autopsy results.

"The deceased suffered twenty-four sword injuries in total. The death was caused by excessive blood loss. The death time was from 22:00 to 23:00 on September 27th..."

After the forensic doctor explained the cause of death, he paused and said: "According to the knife wound on the deceased, the murderer should have attacked from behind when the deceased was not prepared. The injury from the left shoulder to the spine was the first injury. Then, after the deceased was injured and lost its ability to resist, he stabbed twenty-three times in a row."

"This murderer is cruel and crazy enough." Xu Zelin recalled the tragic situation of the deceased. How much resentment is it to make the person look like this.

Ranbai's next words directly verified Xu Zelin's conjecture about the murderer.

"The murderer should be an adult woman between the ages of 18 and 25, with a height of 165-168. She may have some kind of psychological disease, or have a long-term repressed and distorted environment to cause some kind of psychological trauma..."

Xu Zelin sighed, "Do you think...the two deaths were done by the same person?"

"No." Ranbai answered quickly and was sure, "The difference between the former and the latter is very big, and it is definitely not done by one person."

Zhou Jia's death.

The first impression that gives people is art, weirdness and creepy stunning.

The murderer pursues artistic beauty.

And Xu Meng's death,

He was hit by twenty-four consecutive stabs, and his death was miserable and he had no complete corpse.

The murderer killed the deceased with a cruel nature out of a revenge and resentment, crazy and disorganized.

In fact, not only that,

The difference between the first case and the second case is too big. From all aspects, Xu Meng's method of committing the crime is far from comparable to Zhou Jia's death.

And this time,

The murderer left a fatal point.

There were fingerprints of a second person on the scene.

The police have sent their fingerprints to the appraisal department for appraisal.

Once the identification results come out...

Xu Zelin sighed.

Today, he started an investigation around Xu Meng at A University. He first asked Xu Meng several of his roommates and unexpectedly got very favorable news.

At around 22 o'clock last night, Xu Meng was about to go to bed, but she was called out by a phone call.

The person who called was a girl, and her voice was somewhat familiar.

The roommate said it might be a girl named Zhao Ying.

This name is no stranger.

Xu Zelin learned about Zhao Ying after the first investigation when Zhou Jia died.

Now the autopsy results have determined the time of death of the deceased.

The time when I called Zhao Ying and asked Xu Meng to go out was completely consistent.

Zhao Ying has neither evidence of absenteeism nor a motive for murder.

She is the most suspicious person at present.

This is Xu Zelin's second interrogation of Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying is twenty years old this year and is a student in the computer department. She looks fair and elegant, gentle and introverted. She is gentle and soft when she smiles, and she is a little timid.

Every time the police officer asked, he cooperated with the answer.

Xu Zelin stood outside the interrogation room and looked at the girl.

When he saw Zhao Ying,

I really don’t believe that such a girl would experience such a dark thing, and I don’t believe that... she would be a murderer.

Without conclusive evidence, the police station could only detain Zhao Ying for 24 hours.

Zhao Ying will cooperate with everyone who should cooperate, with a gentle and polite attitude, and always smiles.

But when faced with the question she could not answer, she was silent and refused to say a word.

A gentle but contradictory tough attitude.

Twenty-four hours later,

Zhao Ying left the interrogation room.

As soon as she walked out of the inside, she saw the cold figure outside. Even if she didn't say a word, she was still cold and noble.

Zhao Ying raised her hand and pinned the broken hair behind her ears. She wore a newly bought clean clothes, which were bright and ostentatious red, but it didn't look at her very much.

She looked too pale and thin, as if the wind would fall down easily, as if only a handful of bones were left, and there was no blood on her face.

The normal-sized new clothes were worn on Zhao Ying's body, and the loose sleeves slid down with her raising her hand, vaguely revealing her green and purple arms, covered with scars.

Zhao Ying bent her eyebrows and smiled at Ranbai.

A gentle smile.

The forensic doctor's eyebrows and eyes were deep and cold, and he nodded slightly.

Zhao Ying smiled and passed by Ranbai, her almond eyes filled with autumn water.

But suddenly there were a bunch of square snow-white handkerchiefs in front of me, with pear patterns embroidered at the corners of the handkerchiefs, which were clean and elegant.

Zhao Ying stopped and lost her mind for a long time.

The forensic doctor's voice was as clear as ice and snow, and he said calmly: "Pull it."

In a daze, Zhao Ying felt as if a moist and cold liquid had slipped from the corner of her eyes and fell silently along her pointed chin.

Too long.

She had forgotten what it felt like to cry.

turn out to be,

Did she cry?

Zhao Ying stared at the picturesque figure in front of her. After a long silence, she carefully took the handkerchief. Her pale lips moved and made a faint and pitiful voice: "Thank you."

Thanks.

The last hint of late warmth in this world that makes people feel strange and greedy.

"You're welcome." The forensic doctor said in a quiet voice as a solemn and solemn manner.
Chapter completed!