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Ji Wan was a little uncomfortable, and the movements between them seemed to be a little too ambiguous, but now for her, the person in front of her was just a child.

"Is it cold?" An Li noticed her pale lips and took off his coat and draped it over her without hesitation.

Ji Wan's gaze fell behind him, and Bai Yaoyao looked at her from a distance, looking at her, a little defensive, and a little apprehensive.

"There's another case." Ji Wan said in a low voice.

An Li paused as she sorted out her clothes: "Go to the scene." ”

"Where's your friend?"

"I'll go back on my own!" After An Li finished speaking, he left directly with Ji Wan, but he didn't even say hello to Bai Yaoyao again.

"Like that girl?" The car asked on the night of the season.

"You know again?" An Li rolled his eyes, he didn't learn anything with Ji Wan, but he learned to roll his eyes.

"Why don't you just say a word to people and leave?"

"If you want to care, you're so old that you don't even have a boyfriend, shouldn't you worry about yourself first?" An Li said very happily.

"Not very old, not small in temper." Ji Wan shrugged.

When she wanted to ask, didn't she want to know how far the two of you had progressed, but if Fan Anli dared to say that he liked Bai Yaoyao, Ji Wan would beat him into a pig's head and throw him out of the window.

At the scene of the crime, this time it was a middle-aged man who died, thirty-eight years old, with a strong physique, a withdrawn personality, who did not like to associate with others, and the time of death was last night, but he was found to call the police not long ago.

"Did anyone in the neighborhood last night? No one hears the movement? Ji Wan asked.

"No, it is said that there is no movement." Zhang Zhen was a little helpless, he didn't have a clue, and there was a second murder, which gave him a headache.

"All the people around me who were at home last night had a blood collection and sent it for testing to see if there were any drug ingredients." An Li Dao.

Zhang Zhen subconsciously looked at Ji Wan, after all, the two of them didn't deal with each other, and An Li didn't look too reliable.

"Do as he says." Ji Wandao.

"I always feel that this murderer is very anxious." An Li Dao.

"What do you mean?" Ji Wan was silent.

"Generally speaking, the time of the perverted murderer is not too far away, and it is not too close, they regard murder as an art, and enjoy the process of walking on the verge of death and fighting wits with the police.

But this prisoner was so anxious that he didn't even wait for the police to digest the last one, and then started again, which is not quite in line with the psychology of a perverted murderer.

It felt like he was desperate to tell us something. ”

"Tell us what?" I don't know who I learned from when I speak, vomit and swallow and swallow, don't you feel tired?

"I'm afraid only the murderer knows, but I don't know now." An Li said very singlely.

"After all, it's not that I don't know anything, but I say it one by one." Ji Wan was very disdainful.

"You don't seem to believe in psychology." An Li was interested.

"It's not that I don't believe it." Ji Wan shook her head: "On the contrary, I believe it!" ”

"You just don't believe me." An Li finished the unfinished words for her.

"And a little bit self-aware." Season evening compliments.

The next Ji Wan and Ji Wan were very busy, and An Li couldn't help in the dissection inspection, so Ji Wan rarely saw him.

The final results of the autopsy were that none of the four bodies had any drug and no signs of resistance.

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