"I don't agree!"

After hearing Ying Qian's proposal, Ying Zhan's eyes turned cold and he refused without hesitation:

"Yingqian, this is too dangerous, I can't let you do this!"

He had a handsome face.

There is unconcealable ferocity between his eyebrows.

With Ying Zhan staring closely at him, Yingqian only asked lightly:

"What about the clues?"

"I'll find it."

Ying Zhan took a deep breath, letting the smell of rust fill his chest.

His big palms were clenched tightly, and veins stretched out on the backs of his palms.

He was hoarse.

There was a rare tremor in his tone.

"Yingqian, trust me."

"I saw it on the way here. This old community doesn't even have property management or security, let alone monitoring."

Ying Qian tilted his head, and every word he spat out was like a sharp blade, gouging into Ying Zhan's heart.

"The deceased was a college student who was killed on her way back from a class reunion. She and the previous deceased, Zhao Pannan, had no social relations with each other. In other words, this was indeed a random murder."

No grudges or grudges.

There is no intersection.

Maybe the deceased was just walking on the street.

A brush with the murderer.

It became a targeted target.

This kind of case is the most difficult to investigate.

And the murderer was also extremely careful.

The two crimes were committed in remote and old places where there was no surveillance.

Even Ying Zhan couldn't find any clues.

"Yingqian, the murderer has no humanity and is a complete lunatic. Have you ever thought about what will happen to you if you make a mistake?

"Besides doing this, is there any other way?"

Yingqian squatted down, and his fingertips touched the dark red stain on the ground. A cold feeling swept over him, like the cold and bulletless skin of the deceased.

She sighed lowly and said:

"Ying Zhan, two people have died. I feel very annoyed. I don't want to play the game of detecting the murderer anymore."

Ying Zhan fell silent.

The faces of Zhao Pan's male and female students flashed through his mind one by one.

They are all equally confused and desperate.

"I'll be with you."

Ying Zhan sighed, followed Ying Qian and bent down, covering the back of her hand with the same warmthless palm.

"If you refuse, all plans will be cancelled, and I will temporarily terminate my advisory relationship with you until this matter is over!"

Ying Qian closed her eyes.

He nodded slowly.

"make a deal."

*

Within the task force.

The police officer with a serious face was holding the file and was describing the progress of the case.

"The deceased, Fang Ya, was 19 years old and a sophomore in the Chinese Department of NTU. Her family background was average. Her parents worked outside all year round, leaving her to live alone."

"Fang Ya was usually kind and generous, and had many friends. There were no rumors of enmity with anyone. Her classmates and tutors were very sad to learn of her death."

"What is certain at present is that the deceased often came home late, but on weekdays it was because he worked part-time to earn living expenses, and today he was attending a class reunion."

Yingqian turned over a page of the file and saw the two-inch photo posted on the page.

The girl in the photo has smooth black hair.

The smile is shy and shy.

It's completely unbelievable.

She will be there in just one night.

From a young and vivid life, he became a mangled corpse.

Yingqian pressed his forehead and asked:

"Have you investigated all the colleagues where she works and the people she came into contact with at the class reunion?"

"Everything has been investigated." The police officer nodded, picked up another file and handed it to Yingqian, "They all have alibis, and they have no grudge against the deceased. There is definitely no motive for the murder."

All possibilities have been ruled out.

That leaves only the end, which is the result that no one wants to see.

The murderer is an out-and-out madman.

He kills people not for revenge, but just for fun.

"Did you find anything on the deceased's body?"

Ying Zhan frowned, glanced at Yingqian without leaving any trace, and then turned his gaze to Huo Wu.

Huo Wu opened his mouth and spoke with an embarrassed look on his face.

"No."

There have been two murders.

No traces of the murderer were found on the body of the deceased.

Huo Wu was terribly embarrassed.

It was clearly not his fault, and no one would think he was incompetent.

But he was still filled with anxiety, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his fingers were trembling slightly.

Until a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and grasped Huo Wu's cold palm.

The warm body temperature slowly spread to his body.

Huo Wu shivered.

It seemed like I had finally returned to the human world again.

He slowly turned his head and met Yingqian's determined eyes.

She said:

"Huo Wu, it's not your fault."

Yingqian has always been the laziest.

But at this moment, he clearly saw the wounds in Huo Wu's heart.

Too much sense of justice.

Instead, it put him in great pain.

But the person who committed the crime was obviously the murderer.

The one who deserves to pay the price.

It should only be him!

"Yingqian..."

Huo Wu bit his lower lip and his teeth chattered. He seemed to want to say something, but his vision was too blurry and he couldn't even see Yingqian's face clearly.

"It's fine."

Yingqian held his hand tightly.

Warm warmth seeped into Huo Wu's skin.

Give him the strength to endure.

"Don't worry, this must be the last time."
To be continued...