Qianrui held a gun in one hand and pointed to the transparent container containing the corpse in the other.

"He was hit on the head and died of excessive blood loss, the murderer was thin and weak, between 168~172 cm tall, and had a conflict with Zhou Yang, which is a murder of passion."

After saying this, Qian Rui closed the safety of the pistol and threw it back into Han Mo's arms.

Han Mo hurriedly put away the pistol to ensure that it would not be snatched away by Qianrui again.

Han Moji took a deep breath and asked: "There are fatal injuries on the head, and there are strangulation marks on the shoulders and neck, so it is reasonable to infer the height and size of the murderer, but ......"

"You say that the deceased had a conflicting relationship with the murderer, and that it was a murder of passion, there is no basis."

Other police officers who were collecting evidence in the department also expressed their opinions, believing that this kind of neatly handled scene came from careful planning.

There was only one wound on Zhou Yang's head, but the rolled flesh was not neat, and the depressions of the scalp were gathered into three central points, and the radiating net-like traces overlapped.

This shows that the murderer used a murder weapon that was not suitable for killing, and it took many blows to cause Zhou Yang to die of excessive blood loss, which can be seen from his body without obvious corpse spots.

Qianrui gave them a blank look and snorted coldly.

"Oh, you are planning to kill someone, you don't choose a weapon to take advantage of, pick up a baseball bat and chop indiscriminately, not counting the probability of being killed, but a careful plan to destroy the corpse, isn't it too much to be at the end of the book?"

Han Mo touched his nose uncomfortably, "Although what you said makes sense, but the murder weapon is a baseball bat, you are too arbitrary." ”

Before he saw anything, he glanced at the slick corpse in the jar from a distance, as if he had seen a crime scene in time.

Qianrui pointed to the person closest to the corpse and said, "You ask her to take pictures of the wound wound, and then extract some wound samples and go back for testing, and you can find the sawdust." ”

"Finding sawdust doesn't prove to be a baseball bat......"

"It's your business to compare the murder weapons, so I'll open my mind."

“…… Thank you so much. ”

"You're welcome."

Qianrui waved her hand and walked out one step at a time.

Han Mo hurriedly said, "This is leaving?" ”

"I'm afraid you'll have a low IQ to the point where my blood pressure is high."

Han Mo, "......"

Is it something to be proud of if you have a high IQ when it comes to crime?

-

As night fell, a red Martha slowly stopped at the entrance of Yining University, and the high beams made people's eyes stinging and their heads dizzy.

Jiang Qing stared directly at such a light and walked to the front of the car.

The car window reflected Han Mo's hooked lips and smiling evilly, and his smooth and shiny pointed scalp shoes were cocked on the windshield, lying down waiting for someone.

Jiang Qing stood motionless.

After a long time, Han Mo couldn't maintain his suave appearance, and got out of the car with a low curse.

"Damn, if you don't blow the air conditioner, do you have to run out to feed the mosquitoes?" Han Mo jumped on the hood and pulled the already loose collar impatiently.

"Just one word." Jiang pursed his lips slightly.

Han Mo lit a cigarette and said vaguely: "Which one?" ”

"Forget what Qianrui told you today."

"I have a good memory, I can't forget it."

Jiang Qing still stood still, "Condition." ”

"Be my informant!" Han Mo glared violently, not even caring about the cigarette falling from his mouth.

"Yes."

Hearing this, Han Mo's eyelids jumped, he knew that he could agree so simply, so he would have said a few more conditions......

He lit another cigarette, "I also said that it's not your girlfriend, and the strange little girl has seen you so attentive." ”

"She said, she's a fan of mine."

"Ahem——! Han Mo's hand shook, and the newly lit cigarette fell again.

"You mean, you think of yourself as an idol, Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Qing twisted his eyebrows, "It has nothing to do with you, you just need to remember what you promised me." ”

Han Mo's fingers moved, and he wanted to light a cigarette again.

Seeing that Jiang Qing turned around and was about to leave, he seemed to have thought of something, and opened his mouth to stop him.

"Wait a minute, I'll tell you something."

Jiang Qing paused.

"Don't bother with the baseball team lately, they're waiting to beat you."

"Why? Just because of the death of a Zhou Yang? ”

"Also, there was a Zhou Yang who died, look at you!" Han Mo swished and inhaled, "Why do you think I appeared at Yining University today?" ”

Before Jiang Qing could say anything, he continued, "It's not because Zhou Yang and his father gave your uncle a little, you don't clamp your tail and be a man, don't block your uncle at this time, it's not easy for him to wash his old man." ”

Jiang Yuwen is middle-aged and engaged in business, because he wants Jiang Qing to live a stable life and not follow his old path.

But the road to business is not necessarily easier than licking blood from the tip of a knife, Zhou Yang's parents are Yining's head snakes, business and politics eat all, for this kind of hard change of track, but also for the highly successful rising star, it is definitely regarded as a thorn in the eye, a thorn in the flesh, and usually a stumbling block in secret.

Zhou Yang is a golden seedling of the Zhou family's generation, this time it is good, directly draw salary from the bottom of the kettle, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, the Jiang family will definitely be in big trouble.

Not to mention......

"There are eyewitnesses who saw that you and Zhou Yang had a conflict with Zhou Yang at noon today, so you are one of the suspects."

Jiang Qing went in with his left ear and out with his right ear, and Quan Dang didn't hear anything, and strode away.

The red Martha's headlights were on for a long time, as if they were lighting Jiang Qing on the road ahead.

In fact, there is no need, there are street lamps on both sides of the straight and wide road, and the flying insects and dust in front of you can be seen clearly, not to mention the reckless girl in the high ponytail miniskirt under the street lamp.

"Hey!" Qian Rui winked playfully, "Teacher Jiang just sacrificed himself for others, he is very handsome!" ”

"It's another day to worship Teacher Jiang!"

Jiang Qing's calm and waveless eyes crossed slightly, and the pace under his feet quickened a little.

"Why are you here?"

Qianrui shrugged her shoulders, stood up straight, and said, "Of course, where the idol is, where am I, and I'm still very good at tracking such small things." ”

Jiang Qing's face was not very good-looking, and his eyes, which were already not warm, were frozen.

"Qianrui-san, do you know what price you will pay for your actions?"

"At what cost?"

On the endless river, one after another speeding vehicles brought a gust of air, causing hair to be chaotic.

Jiang Qing looked at her with a gloomy face.

Half of Qianrui's body had already leaned out of the road.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was no fear.

Jiang Qing took a step.

That smiling face cracked suddenly.

“To be or not to be，that is not a question at all……”。

Jiang Qing looked at the strange softness of her figure, and walked around the road in an incredible arc, and ran towards him suddenly-