Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 307 Missy Can Have Any Bad Ideas (23)

When Di Chengting heard her words, some strange emotions spread in his heart.

"Then... I will take you back later."

The deep voice is extremely pleasant, but when he uttered these words at this moment, there was a touch of helplessness in it.

He didn't know what the strangeness deep in his heart was, he only knew that it was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't understand what was uncomfortable.

The deep eyes were lowered, and I saw that the little girl was burying her head in front of her at the moment, and her long hair was hanging on both sides of her cheeks, so that a section of her snow-white neck was exposed. Her skin was very delicate and smooth. You can even see some cute fluff in the reflection.

His gaze gradually became hot, and this scene pierced deeply into his eyes, making him reluctant to look away no matter what.

When Bei Er just heard the words that he was going to send her home, she didn't know how to get along with him for a while, she could only lower her head and quietly look at the intravenous infusion tube in her hand, and at the transparent color Little by little, the liquid penetrated deep into her blood vessels.

Slowly, she also noticed that there was a hot gaze fixed on the back of her neck.

She couldn't help being a little shy, but she didn't dare to move casually.

Di Chengting tried his best to look back, lowered his body and picked up the quilt on the hospital bed with his knuckles, covered her body, coughed lightly, and said in a slightly unnatural tone: "Cover the quilt, don't get cold. "

After hearing this sentence, Bei'er's face, which was covered by hair, became stiff at the moment. This man is really...a straight man.

Her soft voice softly replied, "Ang, thank you Marshal Di."

This sentence instantly put everyone in an awkward situation until the drip was finished.

The two walked out of the hospital.

Di Chengting sent the man back to the Zhang mansion.

After watching the black car leave, Bei Er couldn't help exhaling a foul breath.

Di Chengting looked stern and aggressive, but he didn't expect to be so stupid when he got along with girls.

Yes, he is just stupid, and he doesn't know how to make girls happy at all.

He speaks straight and straight, the legendary straight man is none other than him.

At this moment, Di Chengting, who was sending Beier home, sat in the back seat and watched the petite figure, and walked step by step into the Zhang mansion, which was the white palace.

There was a trace of pity in the dark eyes, this is the first girl who has so many intersections with her.

Mingming's personality is so cheerful and strong, and she looks as delicate and beautiful as a porcelain doll.

Thinking of the inspection report, he said to the driver in a deep voice with no expression on his face, "Go to the police station."

The driver replied respectfully: "Okay, Marshal."

police Office.

The morgue on the first floor of the basement where the body was stopped.

Dai Jingsong stood at the entrance with a look of disgust, holding an extremely clean white handkerchief in his hand, covering his mouth and nose tightly.

And not far from him, a Xing Weiwei wearing a gray-blue military uniform was wearing a pair of white medical gloves at the moment, examining the bodies of those killed in the early morning very seriously.

Xing Weiwei didn't have any disgust or disgust on his face. At this moment, the necks of these corpses should have been cut off by a thread similar to a wire, because the time of death has been long, and the facial expressions of these corpses have been lost at this moment. The pupils gradually dilated, the eyes were slightly opened, the mouth was slightly opened, the skin lost its original elasticity, the muscles of the whole body were generally loose, and all joints were easy to buckle with a slight touch.

However, it can still be seen that when these people died, their expressions were very peaceful. Although the facial expressions have been lost at this moment, the upward arcs of the corners of the eyes and mouth are still clearly distinguishable.

A stern light flashed through Xing Weiwei's eyes behind the lenses.

He fought with the marshal all the year round, and he had seen [-] to [-] dead bodies. It was the first time he saw people with such expressions after death, which aroused his strong interest.

What kind of weapon did the murderer use?
And how could he quietly enter the home of a dozen dead people without being discovered?

What method is used to keep them silent in their dreams?
How did they cut off the main arteries in their necks at the same time?
All of this made Xing Weiwei wish he could catch the murderer and ask him himself.

Dai Jingsong stood at the door of the mortuary, trying not to let himself look at the corpses. When he accompanied the criminal adjutant just now, he didn't know what the corpses looked like. He didn't dare to vomit next to Xing Weiwei, who is known as the ghost braker, so he could only endure the nausea. These corpses are really too terrifying, so that he, who often looks at corpses, doesn't even think about it at the first glance. Take a second look.

When he saw Xing Weiwei take off the medical gloves on his hand, he asked respectfully: "Adjutant Xing, have you found anything?"

Xing Weiwei threw the gloves into the trash can, walked to the sink beside him, and said in a flat tone: "These people were all cut off by something similar to a fishing line, so did you search for this kind at the scene? What about things?"

Dai Jingsong shook his head when he heard his words, "Except for blood, there is nothing resembling a murder weapon at the scene, let alone the thread you mentioned."

Xing Weiwei carefully washed his hands three times, and after gently drying them with a handkerchief, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "This case is really interesting."

He found that the blood in his whole body was screaming, this man's criminal method is really a mystery.

"Wait and you take me to the next crime scene."

After hearing what Xing Weiwei said just now, Dai Jingsong felt that he was really going to die this time. Thinking that the backstage of the three deceased was such a big boss, he couldn't help but look at the black hat in his hand.

Hey,
I don't know how long I can take it.

As soon as he walked out of the morgue, he heard his subordinates running over and whispering in his ear: "Director, Marshal Di is here."

Dai Jingsong immediately stood up, and said to Xing Weiwei beside him, "Adjutant Xing, Marshal Di is here, let's go and greet him."

Xing Weiwei straightened his back in an instant, walked quickly, and walked towards the gate.

When he saw Di Chengting standing beside the car, he walked quickly to his side, saluted respectfully, and shouted firmly, "Marshal, you are here."

Di Chengting looked at the gate of the police station made of Roman pillars, and waved his hand lightly, "I am here to check things, you go and investigate the murder of your murderer, so you don't have to follow me."

A trace of doubt flashed in Xing Weiwei's eyes, "Marshal, Xing Weiwei requests to follow you and ensure your safety."

When Di Chengting saw Dai Jingsong rushing over, he glanced at Xing Weiwei with cold eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Do you think anyone in the city of SH would dare to hurt me?"

　Hey, why does Ah Zi feel that our Marshal Di has been written as an awkward straight man?
　　Would you not like it?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)