Gulu gulu...

Qi Yi put his chopsticks into the boiling red oil pot, swept away the lumps of blood and meat slices, picked up the tripe, rinsed it several times in the garlic oil dish outside the pot, and stuffed it into his mouth even with the foam and oil.

He didn't know whether it was too hot or too spicy. He grinned while chewing and gasped: "It's soft and woody, just average. It's not as delicious as you said."

The best friend on the other side couldn't bear it anymore: "That's because you don't know how to eat it! Who cooks tripe like you do? It's all boiled in hot pot, right? What's the difference between making hot pot like this and eating Malatang?"

"Yes," Qi Yi put down his chopsticks and yawned: "Spicy hotpot is much cheaper."

The best friend said that there is no fuck to say.

Qi Yi put down his chopsticks and rubbed his red eyes: "I won't eat. I'm really sleepy. I'm going home to sleep."

His best friend patted the table to encourage him: "How does a young man in his twenties look listless all day long? You have to stand up and show off the spirit of a criminal police forensic doctor."

Qi Yi rolled his eyes: "I've been in the autopsy room for four fucking days, and now I'm on the verge of sudden death. Do I use a hammer to prop up the edge? It doesn't matter if I don't plunge into the hot pot. That's it, you're on your own

Eat, I'm leaving."

The best friend said: "No, you said that the case was closed. I quickly went to your work to pick you up from get off work and treated you to hot pot, but you stopped eating after eating a piece of tripe?"

"Okay, okay, I appreciate your kindness." Qi Yi took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth: "But I really have no appetite now. Let's make another date. I'll treat you."

"What a waste of expression." The best friend finally stopped trying and stood up and said, "I'll take you home, waiter, pay the bill!"

Qi Yi said thank you and did not refuse his best friend. He was really sleepy and wanted to go home immediately, lie down on the bed, think about nothing, have a good sleep, and replenish his exhausted body.

In the 4.05 corpse dismemberment case, the deceased was dismembered into 413 pieces and thrown into the green belt and trash cans in the south of the city. The impact was extremely bad and it has been on the hot search. In order to solve the case as soon as possible, he stayed in the autopsy room four times.

I didn't sleep much for four days and nights before I identified the key evidence from the numerous corpses, determined the murder weapon, and then identified the criminal suspect and arrested the suspect.

Speaking of which, he is the number one contributor to the investigation of this case.

After getting into his best friend's car and fastening his seat belt, Qi Yi felt confused, the sounds around him gradually drifted away, and he soon fell asleep.

He was indeed too tired.

In his daze, he seemed to dream that the deceased was like a huge doll floating in the air, looking down at him with a complicated expression, floating further and further away.

"Lao Qi, wake up, wake up quickly!"

"Huh?" Feeling someone pushing him, Qi Yi opened his eyes and asked vaguely: "Are you home?"

The best friend looked excited and scared: "We are here, but why are there so many policemen in your house? You won't do anything, right?"

"What are you talking about!" Qi Yi rubbed his face vigorously, forcing himself to wake up: "I guess there is a case that happened to happen here."

Qi Yi finally opened his eyes and could barely see out the window. Most of his drowsiness disappeared immediately: "Fuck, there are so many acquaintances, this case is probably not small!"

Forensic doctors are a scarce resource on the team. If there is a murder case, it means that his rest will be wasted and he will definitely be pulled to work overtime.

At this time, his best friend pushed him on the shoulder again: "They are coming. For Mao Du's sake, can you share some exclusive news with me?"

Within two words, the criminal policeman outside the car had already approached and knocked on the passenger window.

Qi Yi ignored him, lowered the window glass, and said, "Lao Chi, what a coincidence."

"Unfortunately, I'm looking for you. I've been waiting for you for a long time." The criminal policeman signaled Qi Yi to get out of the car: "I saw you getting into this car at work, so I asked the technical team to check the license plate."

This didn't sound right. Qi Yi, who had just unbuckled his seat belt and opened the car door, looked up at him: "Looking for me? Check the license plate? What happened?"

The other party raised his chin and motioned for Qi Yi to follow him.

Qi Yi signaled to his best friend, turned back to contact him, and followed "Lao Chi" to the side. Behind him, his best friend's car turned around and left. No one stopped him, indicating that the matter had nothing to do with his best friend.

But just calling him, why is it so troublesome?

Before he could figure it out, Lao Chi asked: "Lao Qi, tell me the truth, where did you go and what did you do after you left the unit at 6:30 in the afternoon?"

"Huh?" Qi Yi raised his head as if he was electrocuted, his eyes full of doubts. This tone was no different from interrogating a suspect, but it sounded uncomfortable.

"Lao Chi, what do you mean?"

Lao Chi did not answer directly, but said with a straight face: "I know you don't like hearing these questions, but you'd better answer them truthfully. This is your own responsibility."

Qi Yi was even more confused. He and Lao Chi had a good relationship, so it was impossible for him to be choked by such a tone for no reason.

It must have happened for a reason. Qi Yi managed to suppress his doubts and dissatisfaction and answered: "I took a friend's car to go to Bashi Lao Hotpot for dinner. I set off at around 6:00 and arrived around 6:30. After that, I ate hotpot in the store until

It was past seven o'clock and I was so sleepy that I left as soon as the hot pot was served."

"Have you ever left the hot pot restaurant during this period?"

"No."

"Who can prove it except your friend?"

"I remember there was surveillance in the store, and the angle was just right to capture the table where I was sitting."

Qi Yi took out a cigarette and started smoking it. After all, he had handled so many cases and he had already figured out the taste.

"Lao Chi, is there a murder involving me?"

Lao Chi was about to speak but stopped.

Qi Yi threw away the butt of his cigarette, stomped it out with all his strength, and said in a harder tone: "Lao Chi, even if you are a criminal suspect, you must have an explanation when you are summoned. You don't say anything and just ask questions when you come up. Isn't that not very authentic?"

"Okay," these words finally made Lao Chi make up his mind. He stared at Qi Yi and said, "In the 4.05 corpse case you solved, the victim's body disappeared."

"Disappeared? How is that possible? Isn't the body in the corpse cabinet in the cold room?"

Chi Yuxian didn't speak. Qi Yi looked at the formation behind him and knew that they couldn't joke about such a thing.

Colleagues were all standing far away, and most of them were looking here with different expressions. Some were sullen and wary, while others had doubts in their eyes. There were also three unfamiliar faces among them. They were in suits and ties, energetic, and tired.

The detectives are out of place.

Qi Yi's heart kept sinking: "Is there really someone so brave that he dares to sneak into the detachment and steal the body? And he succeeded? The key cases have been solved, what is he trying to do?"

It's just that the body disappeared, what does it have to do with him?

At this time Lao Chi said: "Yeah, we don't understand either, what are you trying to do?"

Several huge question marks popped up on Qi Yi's forehead, and he raised his hand and pointed at himself: "Me? What do you mean?"

"Surveillance video captured you leaving the detachment carrying the body at 6:37 this afternoon."
Chapter completed!