"Captain, everything that should be checked has been checked, and there are still no clues......

As soon as Lu Xuan returned to the police station, Li Fei stepped forward to report; Lu Xuan nodded, returned to his desk and started to stay, at this time, he didn't know what to think, where to start, he had been handling cases for more than ten years, and he had never encountered such a situation......

Li Fei could see that the captain was very troubled now, two people died in less than a week, and that madman-like murderer was still a master, leaving no clues, and anyone would have a headache.

"Captain, that Wang Jiahe's son has rushed back, you see ......"

"Oh, you go deal with it, and by the way, see if you can investigate any clues......"

After speaking, Lu Xuan walked towards the examination room in the depths of the police station.

The medical examiners were still busy, and these people who could make the dead talk skillfully searched for clues on the corpses, but judging from everyone's frowns, it seemed that things would not go so smoothly......

"Lao Lu, the hair you asked me to test a few days ago, I finished checking ......", the person who spoke was Zhao Hang, the leader of the forensic team, Lu Xuan's good assistant, the two are about the same age, and they are both backbones of the criminal investigation community; However, if you want to say that Zhao Hang looks like a weak scholar, but when he sees the corpse, he is more excited than he sees his own father, Archimedes' wise words: "Give me a fulcrum, I can pry the earth." Zhao Hang's wise saying: "Give me a pile of corpses, and I can create the earth." For this sentence, Lu Xuan only has a three-word evaluation - death**. However, having said that, Zhao Hang's inspection level is really not to say, if it weren't for Zhao Hang, many cases might have become mysteries for the ages......

"Upon examination, this trichome is made of inorganic synthetic cellulose with two different genotypes on it, one in the DNA component contains a large amount of ethanol and the other ......"

"Speak directly to people."

"It's the art brush found by the Wang family and the scene with Zhu Huawen's blood on it."

"Anything else?"

"Not so far."

"Okay, good work."

Everyone continued to be busy, Lu Xuan walked out of the room filled with formalin, and now, at least one thing was certain—the murderer was the same person; And Lu Xuan felt that the murderer was not like a madman who killed people randomly, because a madman would not go to the trouble of washing off the videotape...... There must be some connection between these two people......

Zhang He opened the door, and Yang Xiyao pounced on him at once, and the whole person was hanging on his waist, "Yao...... Yaoyao! Zhang He is a little incredible, he can't contact Yang Xiyao these days, and there is no school dormitory, classmates all said that she didn't go to class after the holiday, so she knew that Yang Xiyao was locked up by her family, and she was also preparing for a breakup in the past two days, but now, her sweetheart is in her arms......

"Honey, did you miss me?" Yang Xiyao said playfully, "You, how did you come back?" Zhang He still looked incredulous, "Escape!" Yang Xiyao looked proud, showing off to Zhang He.

"Then you ......"

"Oh, don't worry so much, anyway, my parents don't know about the house you rented, they can't find it!"

Zhang He was worried that something would happen to her if she did this, but she was interrupted before she could say anything, and wanted to refute it: "Then you can't ...... either"

"I'm hungry."

Yang Xiyao doesn't care so much, as long as she can see Zhang He and be with him, it has nothing to do with her when the sky falls, but now, her stomach is really starting to protest...... Zhang He smiled helplessly, touched her head lovingly, and hugged her into the house.

"What do you want to eat?"

"As long as you do it, you can do it!"

"Okay, then I'll make you your favorite chicken, okay?"

"Honey, I love you to death!"

Zhang He walked into the kitchen, skillfully * made it, and it didn't take long for the fragrant chicken to come out of the pot, Zhang He steamed some rice again, and just like that, a home-cooked meal was ready, and Yang Xiyao seemed to be really hungry, and the food on the table was wiped out by dividing five by two, seeing that his beloved had such a good appetite, Zhang He also happily finished eating.

After the meal, Yang Xiyao sat on the sofa contentedly, Zhang He was washing dishes in the kitchen, probably because of a day of tossing, Yang Xiyao's eyelids began to fight now, "Honey, will you sleep with me in a while, I'm sleepy......"

"It's only 5 p.m., you'll go to bed at 5 p.m." Zhang He turned around and said in surprise, "People have tossed around for a day to see you, do you have a conscience!" Yang Xiyao pouted and said coquettishly, Zhang He was also helpless, so he had to coax and say: "Okay, sleep, sleep, sleep, I'll sleep with you, really!" ”

"Hey, hey." Yang Xiyao smirked.

After washing the dishes, Yang Xiyao was already asleep on the sofa, Zhang He wiped his hands, picked up Yang Xiyao, walked to the bedroom, gently put her on the bed, and lay down next to him, Yang Xiyao arched into Zhang He's arms, and slept more comfortably, Zhang He covered her with a quilt, but he didn't have a trace of sleep, and his mind was full of the words that Sun Li said to him when he went home with Yang Xiyao that day: "You don't look at what you are like and what your identity is...... Do you think anyone in our family Yaoyao can be matched...... How can you be so poor to be with her...... In order to leave you some self-esteem, you should consciously leave Yaoyao, otherwise! Don't blame me for not saving face for you......"

Words flashed in Zhang He's mind, these words, like a knife, cut his heart and bleed, like a boulder, pressing him to suffocate......

Unconsciously, it was going to be dark again, and Zhang He also came back to his senses from his memories: "I don't want to, let's take a step and see a step......"

He turned his head to look at Yang Xiyao, who was sleeping peacefully, stroked her face, and fell asleep peacefully......

Early in the morning, the first rays of sunlight shone into this loving hut, Yang Xiyao opened her eyes, stepped out of bed, Zhang He had already prepared breakfast: "Hurry up and wash up and eat, and then we will go to school together." ”

"Didn't you have a major class today?" Yang Xiyao looked at a table of sumptuous breakfast and said happily, "Accompany you!" ”

Hearing such an answer, Yang Xiyao smiled even more happily.

After breakfast, the two snuggled and laughed downstairs, and as soon as they walked out of the door of the building, they saw a policeman rushing towards them and saluting: "Hello, are you Yang Xiyao?" ”

"It's me." Yang Xiyao said suspiciously, "What is the relationship between Sun Li and you?" ”

"She's my mom. What's wrong? Yang Xiyao was even more puzzled, "Then please come with me......"

"What's the matter?" Zhang He stepped forward and asked.

Li Fei looked at Yang Xiyao with complicated eyes, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Sun Li, your mother was killed. ”