"Uncle, you said that you had a cold the night before yesterday, so did you take cold medicine before you went to bed?" Yang Zi couldn't help but ask about the doubts in his heart.

Uncle Fu stared at him strangely: "Cold medicine? I never eat that. If you have a cold, you will be fine for two days, but if you can't do it, you can boil some ginger soup and sweat after drinking. ”

"And how do you sleep?"

"The sleep of the elderly is not just like that, three or four hours when it is bad, usually five or six hours, and they can no longer sleep."

"Did you wake up while you were sleeping?"

"Yes, I usually sleep very lightly, and I can't figure it out when I sleep like the day before yesterday."

On the night of Chen Chen's death, Uncle Fu slept so deeply, there must be something wrong! Yang Zi vaguely felt something in his mind, but he couldn't say it clearly.

"Uncle, have you washed this cup in the past two days?" Yang Zi asked suddenly.

Uncle Fu looked at him inexplicably again, wondering why this police comrade was suddenly interested in his cup. "I get up every day to make tea, of course, I pour the old one, and then make a new one."

Yang Zi asked reluctantly: "You drank tea before you fell asleep that night, didn't you feel any peculiar smell?" ”

Uncle Fu shook his head first, thought for a while and then nodded. "You say that, I remember, that night I came back from the toilet, thirsty and drank tea, I always felt bitter, at the time I thought it was caused by my cold and no taste in my mouth."

"You mean? ......" Haizi answered on the side.

"Well, if I'm guessing correctly, someone did something in Uncle Fu's cup that night." Yang Zi nodded at Haizi and replied.

Haizi suddenly realized: "No wonder Uncle slept so heavily that day!" As he spoke, he took out a evidence bag and wanted to take Uncle Fu's cup back for testing.

"No need, Haizi. Uncle Shabu Shabu every day, what is long gone. Even if it was a fingerprint, Chen Chen didn't find it on his body, and the murderer must have been on guard. Yang Zi calmly analyzed and stopped Haizi.

"And the line is broken again?" Haizi was a little frustrated.

Yang Zi smiled: "No, it just shows that the murderer is very familiar with everything here, and no one will pay attention to him when he does this." ”

At this moment, Yang Zi's mobile phone rang, and it was Lao Zhang who called, telling him that from Chen Chen's blood sample, there were * residual traces.

In other words, the test results further confirmed their suspicion that Chen Chen was indeed anesthetized with * first, and then took off his clothes and pushed into the pool where the body was stored, and was drowned by formalin.

This new result also suggests that the murderer killed Chen Chen with clever means and clever layout, using the time between his coma and death to reasonably arrange a piece of evidence of his alibi.

Could it be Lin Xuan? As a hard-working medical student, he was able to master this knowledge and get the medicine he needed smoothly.

But with his love for Chen Chen, can he do it? Killing Chen Chen is better than killing Ouyang Jing to explain it better.

From what he said, it can be seen that he only has a heavy love for Chen Chen, without the slightest hatred, could he have killed him?

Could it be his OCD episode? Or is his psychological illness far more serious than he himself knows? Could it be that he is severely schizophrenic because of these pressures?

However, as far as Yang Zi knows, it is impossible for a person with mental illness to plan a perfect murder plan so carefully.

Al......as, Yang Zi suddenly felt that all the evidence was contradictory, and none of them could directly prove who killed Chen Chen.

He didn't know why he always subconsciously protected Lin Xuan, maybe it was because of the unequal treatment that Lin Xuan's family had suffered; Maybe he felt that everything Lin Xuan did today was not easy to come by.

Every time he doubted Lin Xuan, there was always another voice in his heart looking for a reason to excuse Lin Xuan. Yang Zi was a little annoyed by his own actions, but he could never get rid of the sympathy in his heart and the desire to hope that Lin Xuan was innocent.

It's better to calm down, speak with facts, and prove with evidence. Regardless of whether it is Lin Xuan or not, only by carefully investigating everything can there be a fair result.

He and Haizi drove past the lively campus, and after a busy day, it was time for dinner again. The students did not affect their studies and lives because a classmate was killed, and they are still on their own tracks, walking towards their lives step by step.

No one would take a second look at the police car that was slowly passing by, and everything was still the same as before, except for Chen Chen, who was sleeping somewhere on campus at this time.

He can no longer see the sun of tomorrow, he can no longer perceive everything in the world, for him, everything that was once has ended early with his death.

In a quiet corner of the medical school that Yang Zi and the others couldn't see, Lin Xuan was sitting there alone, and he had just swallowed the tranquilizer he had prescribed for himself again.

But this time the medicine seemed to have lost its effect, and his heart was still beating violently, undulating, roaring, roaring, and even his body and mind were constantly spinning at high speed.

Finally, he couldn't bear the dizziness anymore, and his eyes went black, and he passed out......

In the private room on the second floor of Scarlet Marie, Cher was also sitting quietly in a daze. Ah Zi had already come to inquire about her just now, and Yang Zi and they all asked something just now.

The bar is about to usher in the peak of the day's business, and Ah Zi has no intention of accompanying Xue'er anymore, so she goes downstairs early to take care of it.

Smoking a lot of cigarettes in silence, staring blankly at the void for a long, long time, Cher didn't want to move, she didn't want to speak, she just sat like this until nightfall.

In the women's dormitory of the medical school, Shizuko's eyes were red and swollen, and she opened the photo album again, which was full of photos of herself and Chen Chen.

Tears crossed her face again, which had suddenly lost weight because of the pain, the person who brought her joy and happiness was gone, the person who had never been separated from her had gone first, and her heart was empty.

Who killed him? Who killed him so brutally? The end of his life brought endless pain to the living.

Shizuko suddenly felt so cold, emptiness and loneliness constantly gnawing at her lonely soul. She hugged her shoulders tightly, and even in the middle of summer, she still felt that it was so cold that it was panicking.

Let's find some solace from friends, let's have some wine paralysis, it's maddening to stay alone like this and not be able to look at Chen Chen's body. She picked up her phone and pressed a number without thinking.

"The number you dialed has been turned off...... there was a mechanical cold prompt on the other end of the phone, and Shizuko realized that she was dialing Chen Chen's phone.

Sadness came from it, and she howled again. Why? Why?? Why did we meet, but we had to separate? I don't know how long it took for Shizuko to slowly stop crying.

"Give me a pair of hands to lean on you, and a pair of eyes to see you leave. It's like a butterfly can't fly in the sea, no one can bear to blame ......" The sudden ringing of the bell startled Xue'er, who was sitting still.

She grabbed her phone, saw that it was Shizuko's phone, and quickly pressed answer. "Baby, what's wrong? Well, I'll pick you up. ”

Hurriedly running downstairs and beckoning the little sister to drive the car over, Cher rushed to the medical school in a restless manner. Shizuko's voice on the phone sounded heartbreaking, and it was all to blame on that damn Chen Chen, who was the one who disturbed everything beautiful.

Xue'er scolded Chen Chen hatefully over and over again in her heart, until the car stopped under Shizuko's dormitory and saw her standing there tiredly, so she stopped cursing at the dead Chen Chen.

Shizuko who appeared in front of Xue'er made her feel both pity and love in her heart, and after only a day's work, Shizuko was already haggard and unhuman.

After opening the car door for her to sit in, Cher didn't dare to say anything, but cautiously asked Shizuko for her opinion and asked her where she wanted to play.

"Whatever, or go to Ah Zi." Shizuko just wanted to get out of this place that made her feel suffocated as soon as possible, and it didn't matter where she went.

"Let's go to Ah Zi, it's best for you to go there." Cher got the idea for her, started the car, and drove out of the campus.

In the private room, Shizuko poured wine into her mouth cup after cup. Ah Zi, Xue'er, and Xuan Xuan didn't dare to persuade her.

A few regular customers downstairs were clamoring for Ah Zi to have a few drinks with them, but Xue'er pushed her and Xuan Xuan out, saying that she wanted to accompany Jingzi alone so that she could vent well.

"Alas......, Cher, let her drink, rest here when you're drunk." Ah Zi explained to Xue'er as she walked.

"I know, you. When it's empty, you come up and accompany her. Cher agreed impatiently.

Xuan Xuan also wanted to accompany them, but he felt that he couldn't play a role, so he gently hugged Jingzi and followed Ah Zi out.

"Cher, come and drink with me. I felt very depressed. Shizuko cried out with a crying voice.

"Come, drink. Baby, you have to remember that you still have me anyway. Cher said to Shizuko as she raised her glass.

"I know. I know you've been waiting for me all along. Alas......" Shizuko choked up again, obviously remembering Chen Chen again.

She reached out and took the cigarette that Cher had placed on the table, lit one and inhaled it vigorously. Then he raised his glass again: "To you, you fake woman." Or you'd better not leave me. ”

A meaningful smile bloomed on Xue'er's lips, and some inexplicable complicated expressions flashed in her eyes, she didn't speak, just raised her glass and touched the wine glass in Shizuko's hand, and drank it happily.

As the cigarettes in their hands dimmed, the smoke filled the small private room. The two women drank cup after cup in tacit understanding, and there were no more superfluous words.

The night was getting darker, and darkness was covering everything. The lights were dim, illuminating only a small dimly lit place. Who is crying in the distance, whose sorrow is grieving, whose pain is suffering.

No one can see it, not even those who are close at hand, they can't see through the desire in everyone's heart.