Long Zihan's cold on the outside and hot on the inside made Wang Xiaomei seem to find spiritual comfort. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

People are like this, when they are most vulnerable and helpless, if someone cares about or even helps you, then there will be great satisfaction in their hearts.

After explaining a few words, Long Zihan looked at the time, and estimated in his heart that the person who went to ask for a confession should have almost returned, so he hurried back to the police station.

Inside the police station.

"Long Shao, there is nothing abnormal in the confession. Wang Xiaoli is very popular because she grabs guests. Those dance ladies in the metropolis rarely interact with her, and they can't say a few words on weekdays. Even if you speak, it is in line with sarcasm. ”

Long Zihan sat on the chair, thinking while looking at the confession records they made.

Zhao Xiaohu continued: "However, today I met a frequent visitor of Wang Xiaoli, and he provided us with an address, saying that it was Wang Xiaoli's address, should we go and have a look?"

Long Zihan instructed: "Call the forensic department, let's go to Wang Xiaoli's house!"

"Ahh

Zhao Xiaohu raised his voice and shouted: "Hey, Long Shao, you are always waiting for me......"

Wang Xiaoli's cottage is simple and warm.

There was a little dust on the floors and furniture, and it was clear that the house hadn't been cleaned in a few days.

Long Zihan ordered: "Search, don't let go of all suspicious clues." ”

"Yes!"

Several people wore rubber gloves and carefully flipped Wang Xiaoli's things.

After a general examination, Chu Yiren found that in addition to a few miscellaneous items on the bedside table, there was also a small white medicine bottle, which she picked up.

"This is ......," Long Zihan walked over.

De Luca explained: "Penicillin, also known as penicillin, belongs to the β-lactam class of antibiotics. It is used to treat pneumonia, tuberculosis, meningitis, endocarditis, diphtheria, anthrax and other diseases. ”

Seeing Chu Yiren's calm and silent appearance, Long Zihan regretted De Luca downstairs a little.

In DeLuca's absence, the Chui would at least simply answer questions or talk to him. As soon as this De Luca came, she didn't even bother to speak, and left all the big and small affairs to De Luca to do it for her.

Thinking so, he took the medicine bottle in Chu Yiren's hand, opened the cap, looked inside, frowned, and said, "There is still half a bottle of medicine, and it is placed on the bedside table." The deceased had bronchopneumonia and inflammation of the tonsils. So, this anti-inflammatory drug is either being used or preparing to be used. ”

Long Zihan suddenly felt that something was wrong, or rather, something was missing.

He opened the drawer of the bedside table and saw that it was full of ordinary items for women. Then, his gaze suddenly fell on the trash can not far from the bed......

"It dawned on me that something was wrong. ”

He walked over, squatted down, and said as he rummaged: "The symptoms of pneumonia often include colds, fevers, coughs and other symptoms, so it is impossible for her to only take penicillin." ”

With that, he took out an empty medicine box from the trash can, and the medicine box had cold medicine written on it.

Long Zihan took the empty medicine box and asked, "Before her death, the deceased found that there was only penicillin at home, and the cold powder had been used up, so what would she do next?"

Zhao Xiaohu looked adoring, and shouted excitedly: "Buy medicine!"

Long Zihan nodded and asked rhetorically, "Do you know if you want to check the nearby pharmacy?"

"Yes!" Zhao Xiaohu saluted and replied, "The little one is going here!"

Long Zihan walked around the house and looked around. As soon as he entered the kitchen, a foul smell filled his nostrils.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he asked suspiciously, "What smell?"

However, even if he couldn't stand the smell, he had to go in and investigate.

Long Zihan lifted the lid of a pot on the stove, and an indescribable stench smoked over.

The people behind him were all hiding far away, but Long Zihan just had an ugly face and had no intention of retreating.

He took the spoon beside him, scooped it in the moldy pot, and said, "Is it a pork bone?" ”

Although Chu Yi is a forensic doctor, he is also a girl. He didn't really want her to be exposed to something so dirty and smelly.

And in fact, the Chu Yi people have even dealt with rotting corpses, so how can they care about a pot of soup?

De Luca came over to take a look and said, "It's summer, judging by the temperature and this disgusting pot, it's been sitting for at least 5 or 6 days." ”

Long Zihan speculated in his heart: This was made for himself by the deceased before his death, because he didn't finish it, he put it in the pot and waited to eat the next meal. And when she went out again, she never came back.

Long Zihan said to himself: "Pork bone soup...... The deceased also had meat in his stomach......"

The deceased died three days ago, that is, the meat that the deceased also ate before his death. However, before the food could be digested in her stomach, she died.

But normally speaking, how could a murderer be so kind and give his captives stewed meat?

Moreover, there was a grain of pig feed on the wound of the deceased......

At this moment, Zhao Xiaohu ran back: "Long Shao, as you expected! According to the pharmacy guy's recollection, Wang Xiaoli came to buy cold powder in the evening 6 or 7 days ago. When they persuaded her to go to the hospital, she insisted that she was going to work. But they haven't seen her since......"

Long Zihan frowned slightly, calculating and speculating in his heart.

Antibiotics and cold medicines were taken after meals, and when the deceased finished eating and was about to take the medicine to go to work, he found that there was no cold medicine. So, she went to the pharmacy, planning to buy cold medicine and go straight to work.

Then, it is very likely that the deceased was robbed by the murderer on the way to work.

Walking out of Wang Xiaoli's house, he casually called a common man who lived nearby and asked, "How long have you lived here?"

The man replied honestly, "Twenty years." ”

Long Zihan asked again: "Do you recognize the road from here to the metropolis?"

"Recognize, recognize!"

"Is there a slaughterhouse or a vegetable farm along the way?"

A few hundred meters south along this road, there is a large slaughterhouse in the alley. The nearest vegetable market is actually this street. There is a morning market on this street, where the farmers grow their own vegetables are sold. ”

"Is there a meat stall that sells meat?"

The man nodded and said, "Yes, there are two or three stalls selling meat." ”

Long Zihan smiled and said, "Thank you!"

After seeing the man leave, Zhao Xiaohu asked inexplicably, "Long Shao, what do you mean by asking?"