The case continues.

What did the police officer in charge of Miran's death find here.

Now he has examined every place in the hospital, found fingerprints on the vase, and extracted them. And the color of the painted bamboo on that vase is still changing.

The police over there were in charge of sending the news that the fingerprints would be stored in the database first, and the nationwide gene bank would be checked. This may be the fastest way to catch the suspect, and soon the Liu Bureau agreed to let the relevant person in charge of the Mi Lan case extract the relevant fingerprints.

The vase at the head of the bed was still there where Mi Lan was supposed to be found. This time, the police took the fingerprints from the surface of the vase.

It was another police station in charge of the Miran case, because of the scope of their jurisdiction, and because of the fact that the seriousness of the case was relatively minor compared to the previous ones. And what's more important here is that there are not enough people to come here.

So it didn't take long for Officer Zhang here to hear the news and hurriedly rushed over from the scene of Uncle Zhang's crime.

But when Officer Zhang was about to go over, he picked up the pen in his hand and stopped again, now he can't go anywhere, and now the best way is to only have an old friend.

Officer Zhang stood there in a daze, watching all this in front of him, and slowly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and found Wen Chun's number.

"Wen Chun, how did you handle the matter over there Mi Lan, is there any situation now?" Officer Zhang asked in a whisper.

Shan Wenchun hesitated for a moment.

"Officer Zhang, I'...... I...... I've made some progress on my side, but I need one thing, I remember you told me you had a tape recorder in there, and what I wanted to know was if you could see if we were free to come out and meet. Shan Wenchun on the other side of the phone said.

Officer Zhang understood what Shan Wenchun meant, and told him that he would try to pull out as much as possible today.

In other words, since Officer Zhang heard the recorder, he felt a little more happy and joyful in his heart. He was now thinking to himself about the recording, was there really anything in it.

Soon, it was afternoon, and Officer Zhang and the others were ready to call it a day.

Soon the night was dark, and the two men sat in a tavern, looking at each other, and so they sat quietly for a long time.

Looking at the moon outside the window, the two of them quietly looked at the moonlight.

"Here's the recording for you, take a look." Officer Zhang took out one thing from his bag, and that was a tape recorder.

"You didn't give me this tape recorder before, you must have your own ideas, but this time we may really need it." Shan Wenchun looked at the recorder in front of him.

"Listen to it first." Officer Zhang took the wine and drank it.

Shan Wenchun got this recorder but was a little hesitant.

I saw his hand slowly reach for the thing and press the on/off button.

"Nourish......... Multiply......... Zizi .................. There was also a faint gasping sound. "The voice came from the tape recorder.

Single-temperature pure turn off the recorder.

"Well, do you hear something?" Officer Zhang asked, crossing Erlang's legs and holding the wine.

Wen Chun's hands were crossed in front of him, as if he thought of something.

"I haven't heard anything, but at least I can confirm my previous guess." Shan Wenchun said quietly.

"What are you sure about?" Officer Zhang asked, holding a drink.

"The murderer must have done it before Mi Lan died, otherwise he was in the process of mutilating Mi Lan, why didn't there be any sound of Mi Lan resisting and colliding in the recorder." Shan Wenchun said seriously.

Officer Zhang was once again shocked by Wen Chun's words, and he knew what Wen Chun might have investigated.

Officer Zhang put down the posture of Erlang's legs and straightened his posture.

"What you said makes sense, I extracted the information of the crime scene from Officer Song at the time, Mi Lan died because of a neck injury, and if someone really harmed her, she might have resisted before her death." Officer Zhang said, holding his cup in his hand.

Wen Chun's eyes were staring at Officer Zhang at this time.

But it's also strange to say, if Mi Lan didn't resist, then why was her upper body not on the bed, looking at her hands as if she was grasping something. This is obviously what ......... was before death," Wen Chun continued.

Now Officer Zhang's mind was in a mess again, and he was thinking.

"In this case, it is likely that someone has already attacked Mi Lan before, but we didn't notice it, when we attacked Mi Lan, Mi Lan didn't have any ability to resist at this time, but he could still move his body." Officer Zhang's eyes revealed a deep thought.

"That's why I came to you today, I found a phenomenon, Mi Lan was allergic to pollen before, do you know that?" Shan Wenchun's eyes showed a kind of firmness.

"Pollen allergies......... You're saying Mi Lan is allergic to pollen......" Officer Zhang seemed to be struggling to recall something.

"Yes, do you remember when we went to Meishan together, when we first met in Meishan, I got a bouquet of flower arrangements for her, and the flowers in it included begonia flowers, and I was a little skeptical when I saw her reaction at that time, at first I saw the begonia flowers planted by her father in the yard of her house, thinking that she was seeing things and thinking about people, so I didn't pay much attention to it." Shan Wenchun looked at Officer Zhang and said.

"Actually, she's allergic to pollen, right?" Officer Zhang continued.

"Yes, do you remember when I went to the hospital that day, the hospital somehow suddenly had so many flowers, and even the elevator door at that time. Along the way, I was still thinking about how many flowers there were. Shan Wenchun then explained.

Officer Zhang understood what Shan Wenchun meant.

The two of them sat quietly again, and the air suddenly became much quieter.

At this time, the two of them each held their heads, and there was no sound on the table.

The night was bleak and the moon was getting brighter.

The next morning, Shan Wenchun woke up in his own home.

The phone's cell phone rang suddenly, and he answered the call.

"Wen Chun, have you been free lately, I want to say a few words to you. Why don't we find a chance to meet? Ziya said softly over there.

Ziya......... I'm ......," Wen Chun said, rubbing his eyes.

"Okay, that's it, do you remember what you asked me to check for you that day, the results are out, come and lie down." Ziya hung up the phone.

Wen Chun sat on the bed and remembered that he still had something for Ziya.