Step, step!

Officer Lin An walked in the front, and Qin Ran walked side by side with Eckerd in the back.

Compared to the embarrassment of the makeup artist entering here, Qin Ran and Eckerd are undoubtedly much better, but Eckerd's face is much more nervous than the makeup artist at that time.

Anyone entering the scene of a murder will be nervous.

The murderer is no exception.

Even, the murderer will be even more nervous.

They will gather more information for themselves by visiting the scene, or conduct psychological counseling.

Of course, Eckerd will never be the murderer.

He just had a natural aversion to corpses.

It's like a normal person's fear of death.

Officer Lin An, who was walking in the forefront, paused.

"It's too late to regret it now."

The middle-aged officer said to Eckerd in a joking tone.

is different from Mei Huasheng's impersonal feelings.

The middle-aged police officer in front of him is much kinder and more sleek, but he has his own bottom line in abiding by his duties, this time if it wasn't for Qin Ran and Eckerd to completely inform the other party of what happened before, and the other party's superiors also nodded in agreement, it would be impossible for the other party to bring the two to the murder scene.

As for makeup artists?

When he heard that he was going to enter the murder scene, he shook his head and chose to refuse.

For a makeup artist, one such experience is enough.

One more time?

He didn't want to vomit the overnight meal.

"No regrets."

Eckerd replied.

Such an answer was naturally slightly strong, but he had no choice.

In order to be able to get closer to Qin Ran, he had to do this.

Is there anything better than going through something together that ordinary people can't, and bringing the experiences of both parties closer?

In a short period of time, no!

Looking at Eckerd's hard support, Lin An smiled.

He'd seen too many people at his age.

He knew exactly why Eckerd was doing it.

Lin An's gaze involuntarily looked at Qin Ran.

There was considerable curiosity in his eyes.

Every time he recalled Qin Ran's miraculous hypnotism and yoga master-like performance, he was amazed.

"Is there anything else I need to prepare?"

Lin An asked Qin Ran.

Qin Ran shook his head, and his gaze did not leave the open, guarded door at all.

In the room, the medical examiners shuttled back and forth, gathering whatever might be called clues.

Because of the previous bomb incident, the work of the medical examiners was interrupted, which more than doubled the work hours of the medical examiners, so that by this time it was not over.

"As agreed, you have about fifteen minutes."

After Lin An reminded him, he turned sideways.

Qin Ran walked straight into the room.

Eckerd followed.

The next moment, they saw the two kneeling corpses, and the severed fingers that seemed to be three sticks of incense.

Qin Ran's gaze went back and forth between the corpse and the severed finger, and then looked at the interior of the room.

It's an ordinary office.

There are four tables, which should have been placed on the wall and the window side of the room, with one side of the wall facing the same wall as the corridor and the window facing the outside of the inpatient department, but now the four tables are all standing against the wall, leaving considerable space for the window side, and the two bodies are kneeling.

The curtains were half-drawn, there was no blood on them, and they were clean.

The rope that held the body to the body fell from the curtain rod, and the makeup artist had seen it as falling from the ceiling due to the angle.

Another point, the makeup artist was also negligent.

Although the room was stained with blood, it was clean, and the trivial things were rearranged and neatly arranged.

Apparently cleaned.

Qin Ran bypassed the blood stains on the ground and walked to the window.

The aluminum alloy windows, perhaps because they are inside the sanatorium, do not have the usual guardrails outside the windows, and because of this, the murderer can take advantage of it.

The killer is supposed to have come in through the window.

Qin Ran judged.

Not only because the door to the nursing home's inpatient department is locked after 8 p.m., but also because there is security and surveillance at the entrance of the nursing home.

In fact, not only the inpatient department, but also the clinic building and the main gate are guarded and monitored.

And this is also the reason why the murderer chose to plant a bomb in the event hall.

"2, 2567, how's it going?"

Eckerd asked, covering his mouth and nose.

"The murderer is familiar, at least he knows about the warrior sanatorium."

"And be able to subdue a doctor and a nurse in an instant, and take the corpses of three warriors—"

"First, the murderer is male, about 30 years old."

"Second, the murderer is physically strong, has learned fighting skills, and is likely to be related to the military."

"Third, the murderer has a vehicle, which should be a van or something."

Qin Ran spoke quickly, but said clearly.

"Oh, oh, what about me?"

Eckerd nodded repeatedly, but apparently unobtrusively listening, he pointed outside.

Moreover, before Qin Ran could reply, the deputy director rushed out.

Then?

The sound of vomiting came from the restroom and echoed in the hallway.

Qin Ran didn't say anything about this.

The first time he saw a dead man, he wasn't much better than the other party.

Bypassing the blood stain again, Qin Ran walked to the door of the room, a position that could take the entire room in his eyes.

"Did you find anything?"

Lin An walked over and asked.

The middle-aged police officer was very much looking forward to getting some useful clues from Qin Ran's mouth.

After all, a good hypnotist must have an observant eye and a different kind of thinking, which is likely to be helpful to the case at hand, especially at the thought that the bastard would have to play a game with them an hour later, no matter how good the temper of this middle-aged police officer is, he is angry.

Dare to take such a bad incident as a game, in the eyes of this middle-aged police officer, the other party is inhuman.

Such people should not be in the city, but can only stay in prison for the rest of their lives.

Or, just shoot them all.

The other party killed at least five people!

It is not at all wrong that such a person was shot!

Facing the hopeful middle-aged police officer, Qin Ran did not answer.

He entered the [Tracking] field of vision.

The extraordinary [tracking] vision immediately imprinted the trace information that he could not detect with the naked eye.

In an instant, Qin Ran knew everything he wanted to know.

Similarly, after this moment, Qin Ran's physical strength was completely exhausted.

Whew, swoop.

A heavy wheezing sound like an ordinary person running a marathon suddenly came out of Qin Ran's mouth, sweat covered Qin Ran's forehead, and his face became slightly pale.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing Qin Ran's changes, Lin An was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to support Qin Ran.

However, before he could touch Qin Ran's arm, Qin Ran waved his hand.

"It's fine."

The voice is dry, hoarse, and muffled.

It's not the first time Lin An has heard such a voice.

In last night's live broadcast, and when Kaom was questioned just now, Qin Ran made a similar sound.

All along, he thought that this was one of Qin Ran's familiar hypnotic methods, and with that kind of yoga master-like technique, it could exert unexpected power.

But now, Qin Ran's sudden change made Lin An feel that his guess seemed to be wrong.

So......

Lin An, who thought of something, shook his head suddenly.

No, it won't!

How is that kind of thing possible?

As the middle-aged officer comforted himself, his face was pale, and Eckerd, who had just vomited, heard a sound and ran out of the bathroom.

Looking at Qin Ran's appearance, the deputy director didn't care about the weakness of his body at all, and immediately rushed over.

"Are you alright, 2567?"

The deputy director asked anxiously.

Qin Ran had already become a grasshopper with him, and such concern was not fake.

"Take me to the restaurant!"

Qin Ran said in a low voice.