The forensic wife is very nice to me

At night, the Hunhe neighborhood is bustling with people coming and going, the ups and downs of communication and the sound of music filling the whole street, and the colorful lights on the side of the street illuminate the whole neighborhood.

The man with the scarred face hung a toothpick, stepped on flip-flops, and walked on the street shaking his hands. From time to time, he took some things from the small vendors, and flirted with young women with a little charm. He was a rascal.

Qiu Lan cautiously followed behind the scar-faced man, carefully observing the surroundings.

In medicine, it is uncommon for wounds to rot, and most of them occur when they are not treated in time after death, or they are infected.

The source of the infection could be bacteria, or it could be a chemical, such as Bill's hydroxyacid in the case of the oil drum.

When she was picking up the old lady's mineral water bottle just now, Qiu Lan noticed that the wound on the man's foot was not red, swollen or red, so the possibility of bacterial infection could be ruled out.

Then a person who lives in a suspicious area and has the same unusual signs as the deceased in the case clearly has the possibility of being related to the case.

Suddenly, Qiu Lan decided that this man had something to do with this case.

Even if it is not the murderer, it is very likely that he has been in contact with the murderer, so he has come into contact with the substance that will cause the wound to rot.

Passing through several messy and crowded streets, the scar-face took a bottle of beer from the small shop at the interface, then turned around and walked into another dark and deserted alley.

While whistling, he played with the bottle in his hand and walked slowly inside.

At the end of the alley, the man turned into the road on the left, and Qiu Lan strode after him, observing his surroundings vigilantly.

After bypassing several alleys, the man walked directly into a dilapidated small iron gate.

In the lonely alley, gusts of cold wind whizzed, and the gloomy atmosphere made Qiu Lan feel a little scared.

She took a deep breath, bit her red lips, her heart sank suddenly, and she followed with strides.

In front of the rusty iron door, she carefully leaned against the wall, held her breath, and listened to the movement inside.

But in this door, there is no other sound except the ups and downs of whistles and footsteps.

Qiu Lan, who was suspicious, tilted her head slightly, leaned against the wall, and quietly glanced inside.

This place looks like an old factory, with many large old machines inside. The man with the scarred face was in the middle of the factory, walking inside step by step.

Suddenly, Qiu Lan thought of a key clue to the mystery of the oil barrel.

That rusted copper wire.

In such an abandoned factory building, it is easy to find such copper wires, and the instrument that caused the wound on the neck of the dead man is also very likely to be something in this broken factory.

The factory and the scar-faced man became more and more suspicious.

If you don't enter a tiger's den, you can't get a tiger's son.

Qiu Lan frowned, her eyes sank, she quickly walked sideways into the iron gate, turned around and hid behind a large metal barrel.

The whistle echoed in the empty factory, and an inexplicable sense of strangeness suddenly struck.

With a heavy complexion, Qiu Lan tiptoed to the side next to the wall, and explored the situation ahead through the gap.

The man with the scarred face took the beer and walked to a table full of food debris, opened the beer, took a few sips, and hummed a little song.

While he was not paying attention, Qiu Lan carefully moved forward a few steps, wanting to take a serious look at the situation here.

Just then, another man walked through the iron gate.

He was dressed in casual attire, gold-rimmed glasses, and his handsome appearance was like a refined scholar.

Qiu Lan, who was hiding aside, watched his movements cautiously, and walked around the shield to avoid his sight.

At this tense moment, the air in the whole workshop seemed to freeze. Qiu Lan suppressed her breathing and held her breath, but she didn't expect that she didn't see a Coke can under her feet and stepped on it.

Oops!

Qiu Lan took a deep breath, tensed her body, and the pupils in her eyes dilated a little in horror.

"Who! Who's there!" The scar-faced man stood up coldly, frowning, "Ah Hua, what's the matter?"

"I don't know, I didn't say anything." The man behind stood there in a daze, looking at the situation beside him vigilantly.

He put down the pocket in his hand, and approached the direction of the voice step by step.

Qiu Lan, who was hiding behind the metal barrel, frowned tightly, her breathing gradually accelerated, and her heart was pounding.

The sound of approaching footsteps made all her nerves tense up, and there was a dense amount of sweat on her forehead.

"Where is who? Come out."

At this moment, the scar-faced man walked directly to the wall, and with a cold glance, Qiu Lan's figure came into his eyes.

"A Hua, catch that woman! Quick!"

It was discovered!

In desperation, Qiu Lan didn't care about anything else, she straightened up her body and ran towards the door.

But she couldn't run that man named Ah Hua at all, at the iron gate, a powerful big hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"I still want to run!"

The man pulled hard, and Qiu Lan was dragged back to the dilapidated factory building, where she fell heavily on the ground, and the work ID in her bag also fell on the ground.

The scar-faced man hurried over, stood in front of her, his eyes darkened, "So it's you, girl, just now I let you go for the sake of money, but you still came here."

He squatted down, staring lewdly at the person in front of him, with an obscene look on his face, "What? Do you want to be happy with your brother?"

"Brother Wei, do you know this woman?" Another white-faced man frowned and looked at the woman on the ground suspiciously.

"I don't know, but don't you know now?" The scar-faced man raised his fingers and held Qiu Lan's chin tightly, with a cold smile on his lips.

"Let me go!" Qiu Lan shook her head vigorously, and knocked off the man's frivolous hand with a slap, "Stop talking about this, I just accidentally walked the wrong way."

Hearing her words, the scar-faced man laughed meanly a few times, "No, no, you didn't go wrong, you came right."

At this moment, the little boy next to him saw the dropped work permit.

"Forensic Medicine Department of the Public Security Bureau, forensic doctor Qiu Lan." He read the above text, and the expression on his face gradually became serious, "Brother Wei, this woman is from the Public Security Bureau!"

"What!" After hearing his words, the scar-faced man frowned suddenly, and his eyes darkened instantly.

The two of them looked at each other with meaningful eyes.

"You're actually a policeman!" The scar-faced man clenched his molars, glaring at Qiu Lan on the ground with a cold voice.

"Brother Wei, we, have we been discovered?" The little white face frowned and walked to the side of the scar-faced man, and asked in a low voice.