Late at night, Zhu Yi stepped on the thin moonlight and walked alone on the sidewalk. The sorrow in my heart is "cut and untidy and messy". Just now, several criminal police officers broke into the room and said that they would take care of Meng Wanyan in person, urging her to go home, and she was deeply worried. The peach blossoms on the side of the road swayed lazily and delicately, causing her to lean over and caress them lovingly. Starlight shrouded her graceful figure, and reflected her snow-white skin.

"Stinky girl, what time is it and you're still fooling around outside, it's embarrassing!" Adoptive mother Qin Xiuya stepped on high heels and walked straight towards Zhu Yi.

Zhu Yi looked at Qin Xiuya's flying eyebrows and round Danfeng eyes, and subconsciously dodged back.

Qin Xiuya stepped forward and quickly grabbed Zhu Yi's curly hair. "As the daughter of the Zhu family, staying outside late at night is simply out of the house!"

"Mom, I was wrong." Zhu Yi wept bitterly.

Qin Xiuya viciously embedded her slender manicure into Zhu Yi's scalp. Zhu Yi screamed again and again.

The brutal middle-aged woman raised her face and slapped Zhu Yi.

"Stop!" A pair of strong hands pushed down Qin Xiuya.

Qin Xiuya looked up in surprise, it was a man in his early twenties, burly and tall in a suit and leather shoes.

"Who are you? When will it be your turn to take care of our family's affairs? ”

"Auntie, if you start beating people in public, everyone can take care of it. Besides, this young lady and I are also old acquaintances. The man hugged Zhu Yi into his arms.

Zhu Yi looked at the man. "Are you Brother Lianjing? The senior who was in the sixth grade back then, and the cool brother I had known for a year? ”

"The lovely second-grade girl back then is now slim, and she is really suitable to be my girlfriend." The man teased.

At this time, Qin Xiuya got up awkwardly and left.

Chongqing No. 1 Middle School.

I saw a white silk tied on the beam of the house, hanging a woman, with a smile on her jade face, purple neck, and plasma on her lips.

"Zheng Lan, Zheng Lan ......" staring at the delicate facial features inlaid on the miserable white face, Jiang Yuan was in a trance, dizzy, and fell over on his back.

Hua Liang heard the movement and mustered up the courage to enter the wooden house. "Come on, dead man! Gangwon, wake up, wake up! ”

Ambulances and police cars arrived. Several delicate nurses carried Gangwon on stretchers. Hua Liang dialed Gangwon's stepmother and told her to go to the city hospital.

The police recorded in the notebook: The deceased, Zheng Lan, was originally declared dead in 2002 due to a serious head injury, and was later resurrected by heart transplantation, and was absconded for ten years in 2002 for the crime of intentional homicide in 1996, and the estimated time of death was 8 o'clock in the morning on March 19, and the cause of death was suffocation and suicide.

At this time, the principal, who had no relationship with Zheng Lan and had no reason, threw himself on Zheng Lan's body and cried, mourning the world. The police couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Twilight, have you ever found the deceased entering the school?"

"Nope."

"Did the school camera record it?"

"Not either."

"Principal Zhong, don't you feel incredible that a fugitive hid on campus and died of depression?"

"Comrade wants to interrogate, I can go with you."

"You don't need to go in person, we can just take your blood fingerprints."

Zhong Duan spread his hands without being humble or arrogant, his tear-stained face looked leisurely, and the corners of his mouth were raised, accumulating two ripple-like wrinkles.

The criminal police, who have always been calm and calm, judged from experience that Zhong Duan should have nothing to do with this case, otherwise he would definitely be blocked. So, after saluting and apologizing, the police car drifted away until it disappeared into the vast horizon.

Zhong Du pinched a handful of sweat, frightened. Hua Liang's handling of this murder case on the side has been insightful. She concludes that Twilight must have a secret to her secret.