My school flower beauty president

Chapter 135 Battle! (one)
Chapter 162 Battle! (one)
"Miss Lin, do you really not remember what happened that night?" Song Yan, the captain of the Zhonghai City Criminal Police Team, looked at Lin Qinghan and asked again unwillingly.

It has been almost a month since the murder in Dongfang Nanyuan, but the Public Security Bureau of Zhonghai City has not made any progress until now.A homicide occurred in the center of this bustling city, Zhonghai. Naturally, the higher-ups attached great importance to this matter, so the director of the Provincial Public Security Bureau personally ordered the Zhonghai Public Security Bureau to quickly find out the real culprit and close the case.

As a last resort, Song Yan had no choice but to go to all the residents around the scene of the crime to inquire one by one. Although this would destroy the purpose of the Municipal Public Security Bureau to handle cases without disturbing the people, in order to find the real culprit as soon as possible. Don't bother with it anymore.

If the case cannot be solved, everything is useless, and as long as the murder case is solved, even if it defeats the purpose of handling the case and disturbing the people, I believe the director will not blame him.

"As I said, I didn't notice anything unusual that night." Lin Qinghan sat on the sofa, looked at Song Yan, and said coldly.She hadn't come to Dongfang Nanyuan's house for half a month. She didn't expect that when she came back to get some things this time, she was blocked by a large group of plainclothes policemen in the room for questioning.

And regarding the last time that the killer came to assassinate her and was killed, although she didn't have the slightest evidence, she was [-]% sure that the killer was killed by Ye Xietian himself.Of course, she would not tell Song Yan about this.

Song Yan sighed when he heard it, stood up and said "excuse me" to Lin Qinghan, then waved his hand, and three members of the criminal police team in plain clothes stood up and walked out with him.

After Song Yan and the others left, Lin Qinghan lay alone on the sofa and rubbed her fair forehead with her small hands to relieve her fatigue. She was too tired these days.The body is tired and the heart is even more tired.

……

The breeze is blowing, the water is rippling, and the birds are gently touching the water, whistling in the distance.

In Zhonghai, on the Huangpu River, Ye Xietian stood proudly in front of a painting boat with his hands behind his back. The boat was surrounded by large cruise ships rumbling. His boat could only appear on the banks of the Qinhuai River in ancient times. The painted boat floated on the vast river, it looked extremely weird, no wonder the people on the cruise ship rushed to watch the extremely handsome and extraordinary young man in front of the painted boat.

At this time, a strong wind blew up, and the boat went west with the east wind at an astonishing speed. Ye Xietian's white shirt was rattled by the wind. Free and easy, with wild and unrestrained eyes, no longer the lonely sadness that was hidden deep in the eyes in the past
The boat galloped toward the depths of the river. After traveling for about two hours, a round island appeared. The island was barren, with no flowers, plants or trees, only mud and rocks. Every time a huge wave slapped on it, There will be an earth-shattering sound.

The wings of the peng hang down to the sky, laughing at the world, and there is nothing in the sky.Returning to the Nine Layers of Depths!
The jade steps stand on the mountain.There are five colors of light in the pocket, and he will fill the sky and northwest in his year.And come back, talk and laugh to protect the Yangtze River!

Wave Chengbi.Beautiful land, Wen Bo.The golden hazel sings, and the red tooth beats.Look at the statue flying down, the news from the day.

It is expected that the dream of Baoxiang Huangge is still painting the Qingxi flute.Waiting for Zhong Shan who is now in Duan, we have known each other for a long time.

Before the boat arrived, there was a frantic sound.

Ye Xietian's flute enters the sound, and "Old Heart" starts, all rivers go to the sea for a while, and the white waves are surging!

(End of this chapter)