Vol 2 Chapter 695: Yu Jin Cheng Xiang (29)

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Anatomy room.
When a person sits on the ground, he has a corpse on his head, but he sits silently without feeling.
Oh...
The phone vibrates in the pocket of the clothes.
The sound started and stopped.
Stopping and ringing again.
Finally, the people on the ground moved, and he slowly touched the phone.
The name on the screen of the mobile phone finally gave his nephew a little focal length.
"Baby..." The voice whispered and said: "Sorry, I am at work."
"I am outside," the man inside said.
When you look at the door, you can see the people outside through the closed door.
When the breath was slightly stagnation, he got up and walked to the door.
The door is automatic, but he has not dared to press the door open button for a long time.
The words looked aside and looked awkward with a horrible look through the glass, then pressed the door open button.
The first kite stood a few meters away from the door, leaning freely, next to a plant, full of green, and the girl was also full of vitality.
When the silence came, she took her hand and returned to her office.
He poured a glass of water into the first kite. When he saw the first kite, he said: "...no medicine, rest assured."
Say he took a sip and then handed it to the kite.
The first kite didn't pick up: "I don't doubt you, I just don't want to drink."
Hearing words, the words put the cup on the table: "How come you? Is it afraid that I ran?"
"Wan Wan's cousin is dead." The first kite said: "I will send her over."
The words are silent.
His eyes fell on the window of the office, and there was only a dead silence in the deep scorpion.
The first kite found an abnormal situation and turned people over: "What happened to you?"
The words suddenly caught the kite.
His breathing is heavy and messy.
"I want to kill him."
"Who kills?"
"Kill him." The voice became dull: "He is damned."
First kite: "..."
Who is damn?
Who is going to kill?
You are clear when you step on the horse!
However, the words only said these words, then there was no movement, just holding her in her death, as if she was the sea, the only duckweed he could catch.
"The story, the dead..."
Shen Siming’s voice stopped short.
But he did not go out, seeing the difference between the words and the first kite, he came in.
"This... can you avoid it, I will say something to the words?"
When I met Shen Siming, I kissed my face and said: "Wait for me for a while?"
Shen Siming looked at the kite with amazement.
What the words actually use is the tone of the inquiry.
"Ok."
Shen Siming saw the kite going out and brought it to the door. This is the way: "The identity of the deceased has been ascertained. I have mental illness. I left the hospital a few days ago. My family did not find it for a few days and it was discovered until now."
Sitting in a chair with a headache: "What do you have in common with the victims of ten years ago?"

No.
Shen Siming said:
The victims of ten years ago have no connection. The identity background, education level, and gender age are all random. Just like you... now we still tend to commit crimes.

The victim being chosen has no relevance.
This kind of case is the most difficult thing to do.
Because no one knows when the murderer will find a victim and start committing crimes. They can't find more clues.
"We are now asking the families of the victims to see if they can find doubts."
Shen Siming saw a word.
"If you feel that you can't keep up, just take a break and give this case to me."
The words suddenly looked up, the deep and deep shackles, like a pool of cold pool, cold invasion.
"I want to grab the murderer myself." Then he smashed the corpse.
The temper in the heart of the story is tumbling.
No one can hold it...
Only when you hold her, can make you feel a little better.
"Don't be too embarrassed." Shen Siming said: "What is the cause of death of the deceased?"
"Suffocation." The words said: "The same as ten years ago. When other test reports come out, I will let you send them to the past."
"Well, I went to check the action track of the deceased. Now the monitoring network is much better than a decade ago. I believe it will catch the murderer."
Shen Siming patted the shoulders of the words and left.
The first kite stood outside the door, and the first kite wanted to go in and was taken by Shen Siming.
"Is there something?"
"Talk to him..." Shen Siming worried: "Tell this to you, the words may make something irrational, I hope you can look at him."
"What happened?"
"I don't want to tell you about this." It's about the case, and people outside the system dare to say: "I'm in trouble."
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The first kite pushed open the door and sat in the chair in silence. The thoughts didn't know where to go.
When the kite went to him, he didn't react.
The whole room was quiet and depressed, which made people feel uneasy.
The first kite crouched down and held the hand of the words: "There are questions, tell me what to do, I will help you solve it."
The focal length of the speech gradually shifted to the kite.
His eyes are dark as an abyss, and when he is watching, he feels that he is stepping on the edge of the abyss and will fall off at any time.
It will make people feel like panic, nervousness and anxiety.
"You can't solve it."
His voice is slow and slow.
Like the wind that has passed through at night, it is soft and cold.
The first kite clenched his hand: "I can't solve it without any problem." If you can't solve it, you have to find a solution. As long as it is not a dead end, there will always be a way. Of course, for the first kite, there is a deadly solution to the dead.
The voice of the girl is clear, but it is calm and powerful.
Every word falls on his apex, like a magical power, to appease the violent temper of his heart.
In this chaotic night, he was taken out of the cold darkness, bringing a touch of warmth.
When the words are coveted, the line of sight seems to fall on her, and it seems that there is no.
In his hands, he pulled the kite up and held her in his arms. The chin rested on her neck, and the lips were attached to the artery on the neck.
There is an impulse at this time.
I want to tell her all the things that are in his heart.
But he did not, he suppressed his impulse.
"Let me hold for a while."
The kite patted his back.
The window reflected the figure of the two.
When I got a call from my assistant in the middle of the conversation, I said what the test results came out.
He loosened the kite and used his forehead against her forehead: "I will come back later."
"Kiss it."
There was no feeling in the words, but the request for the first kite was still kissed.
After the words left, the kite went out to find Wan Hao.
From the mouth of the victim's family, I learned a little bit of news, and from the words of the surrounding, I put together the words "the Scarecrow serial killer case ten years ago."
The first kite immediately searched the Internet for a case that was searched ten years ago.
Ten years ago, the Internet was not as convenient and fast as it is now, but it also found a lot of things.