When Xiang Huamao heard this, he was stunned at first.

Then, in the eyes that were obscured by the gold wire frame, the confusion flashed for a moment.

"You mean, Kong Yanlan?" Xiang Huamao's mind jumped out of countless autopsies and various inspection data at the scene of the crime.

"Yes, Kong Yanlan." Ye Qingzhou nodded.

"Zhao Chengbi and his parents were covered with scars from stabbing wounds and blunt blows, and before they died, their bodies were more or less splattered with blood." Ye Qingzhou looked at the man in front of him with a frown, and still said the result that the other party didn't want to think of.

"Before, I extracted the blood stains on the clothes of the deceased Kong Yanlan for testing, and found blood belonging to Zhao Chengbi and his parents." After finding out this, Ye Qingzhou also used his own way to hack into various online accounts of Kong Yanlan and Zhao Chengbi's family of three.

Ordinary police officers or professional and technical personnel need to take one or two or even three or five days to process the information, but here in Ye Qingzhou, but in the blink of an eye, accurate and comprehensive information can be obtained.

"Teacher Xiang, the portrait we gave to Zhao Chengbi's family of four murderers was that an acquaintance committed the crime, and this left-handed murderer who can poison Zhao Chengbi and his parents for a long time should be adults who all have some kind of disgust or hatred for Zhao Chengbi and his parents, and can freely enter and leave the deceased's home and community without being suspected by others."

Ye Qingzhou looked at the man in front of him whose expression had returned to normal, and said the previous portrait of them again.

Kong Yanlan's body, after being sent to the autopsy room, Xiang Huamao had an autopsy, but his preconceived habits made him not pay attention to whether Kong Yanlan was left-handed or not.

But when all the wrong answers have been rejected.

Then, the only remaining outcome, no matter how bizarre and unbelievable, is a reality that cannot be erased.

Xiang Huamao raised his eyes in surprise, looking at the bright eyes of Shang Ye Qingzhou without any emotional fluctuations.

There, he couldn't see joy or anger, let alone the slightest pity or show-off, like a bottomless pool of water, calm and frightening.

Even, for a moment, Xiang Huamao couldn't help but sigh - the intern he brought with him had a learning and insight ability that was thousands of times sharper than ordinary people.

Not to mention myself more than ten years ago, I'm afraid that even now, he may not be able to do what Ye Qingzhou did.

"Okay, I'll let Team Ning immediately investigate the relationship between Kong Yanlan and Zhao Chengbi's family and all kinds of equipment." When Xiang Huamao turned to leave, a thin layer of sweat appeared in his palms.

Over the years, even in the face of the most gruesome corpse, he had never had such a gasp.

Although Ye Qingzhou had checked all the information about Kong Yanlan and Zhao Chengbi's family, she did not stop Xiang Huamao's behavior.

After all, only then can it be more in line with the flow of this plane.

Ye Qingzhou was half-leaning against the wall, looking at Confucius Xuan, who was being led by Ning Yelei in the distance, and his heart was a little bored for a while.

She didn't know how the teenage boy would continue to live after learning the truth of everything.

Ye Qingzhou guided all the clues and the direction of the case.

Then she walked away.

Next to the door of the unit, Xiao Ya was already waiting there.

"You're using your abilities again?" Xiao Ya looked at her tired face and was very worried.

Abilities used by the Adepts on planets and planes outside of the Federation continent consume their own energy.

And when an ability runs out of energy and can't find the corresponding materials to replenish, it will cause great damage to himself.