Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3382 Forensic Sir, please arrest (67)

   "The world around me is too dirty." Zhao Ying reddened her eyes, choked up, suppressing all crazy or extreme emotions, "It's not fair at all."

"but……"

  "Thank you for your handkerchief." Zhao Ying looked at Dye Bai and said softly, "Thank you."

  No one thought that a girl with such an introvert and cowardly appearance could be so decisive at that moment, without any hesitation, and without any warning.

   Take a step back.

  The distance between life and death.

   fell down.

  Like a fallen angel, a butterfly with folded wings.

  She fell downstairs, her hair was disturbed by the sound of the wind, and the gorgeous red dress was like a rose in full bloom, about to decline, about to wither.

  The surrounding or shocked or horrified expressions are infinitely amplified, and in the crowded crowd, the sound of screaming is endless.

  Vaguely ringing in Zhao Ying's ears, mingled with the sound of the wind, becoming more and more distant, as if it was another world.

  Nothing matters anymore.

everything is over.

  She smiled and closed her eyes, with a gentle curve remaining on her lips.

  A tear.

   silently slipped from the corner of the eye.

   "Tick." A sound.

  No one heard.

  The girl fell on the ground, a large pool of blood under her body, dyed her clothes deeply, and the red dress was even more weird and gorgeous.

  It seems that the most enchanting rose is winding the color of death.

  She held a handkerchief in her hand, the clean and white color, was held firmly in her hand, as if the last temperature.

original,

  Sometimes it can be really unfair.

  Alright.

  She is free.

  This case ended in the suicide death of the murderer.

  Xu Meng’s case has confirmed that Zhao Ying is the murderer, but Zhou Jia’s death is still a mystery.

  There is no evidence pointing to who the murderer was.

  There were no clues from Zhao Ying’s investigation. .

  Clean enough as if Zhou Jia had committed suicide.

  This evening,

  Song Miaoyun rarely came back very early. After seeing Dye Bai, she said hello, "Sister, are you doing anything this weekend?"

  The eyebrows of the forensic doctor did not appear soft in the light, and there was a cold silence when she lowered her eyes. Holding a glass of water, she replied concisely: "It's okay."

  Song Miaoyun’s eyes lit up, she pursed her lips, and said embarrassedly: “If you’re fine, sister, let’s go out on weekends! How about going camping in the mountains?”

Ranbai glanced at her, "Qin Rui invited him?"

  Song Miaoyun nodded slightly, a little surprised: "Sister, how do you know."

  The answer from the forensic doctor is still cold.

   "Guess it."

  "……"

  Hao Ba.

  Song Miaoyun blinked his eyes, "That..."

   Before Song Miaoyun hesitated to ask, Ranbai said okay, and then turned back to the room.

   "Long live my sister ≧▽≦!"

  Song Miaoyun went back to the room happily, called Qin Ruiqi, and said that her sister had agreed, and the two people chatted on the phone for a long time. It was sweet and sticky for a young couple.

  The night before the weekend.

  Song Miaoyun did not go home.

   Ranbai went to the basement.

  The basement door is locked, and the key is alone in her hand.

   There was a slight sound.

  The door is opened.

  The forensic doctor opened the door indifferently and just stepped in.

  The light was not turned on in the room, it was plunged into darkness, and people couldn't see clearly.

  Ranbai was suddenly clasped his wrist, and the fingers covering his wrist were slender and cold, and he was then relaxed into his arms, hitting the young man's hard and **** chest with his back.

  Weiran half hugged the person in his arms. He leaned lightly on the forensic doctor’s shoulder with one hand, and gave a low laugh. His voice was clear and lazy. He dragged his voice: "Master Jin, are you here to spoil your brother?"

  Dyeing white in the dark, I can’t see Wei Ran’s look, but I can feel the hot temperature behind me, and the charming, clean and light fragrance lingers around, "...spoil your brother."

"That's a pity." Wei Ran circled the person in her arms, lowered her eyes and dropped a soft kiss on the white skin exposed on the back of the forensic doctor's neck. When the breath fell, the temperature became hot. "My brother is the only child, so Jin The Lord can only spoil my brother."

  Ranbai squinted her eyes, and a person pressed the person against the wall beside her coldly, her tone was very light: "Mr. keeps saying that I am the gold master, so is that to the gold master?"

   Wei Ran tilted his eyes, the silver chain swayed slightly, and his thin lips hooked, calmly, with a little bit of scorn, anyway, he was quite casual: "Then the gold master wants his brother to do it."

"Be obedient, shut up." The forensic doctor pressed the person against the wall, pressing his shoulders, and didn't realize that her posture looked like a wall boom. Her aura was strong and her voice was cold, which made people feel uncomfortable. It's so close. When speaking in a cold voice, people subconsciously obey: "Be quiet, don't make trouble."

   Wei Ran listened to Ran Bai's words, thoughtfully, "Little Golden Master is quite difficult to serve."

There is no light in the basement. It is dim and silent. Two figures can be seen intertwined. One of them presses the slender young man against the wall, with one hand on his side, the distance is close at hand, when he looks closer. You will also find the man who was pressed against the wall, with gold-wire glasses, a black shirt, a cold-white complexion, and a slender anklet on his ankles, glowing in the dark, with a forbidden desire, and silent. The ambiguous.

  Weiran took a meaningful look at her current posture. The young man was tall and looked down slightly when looking at people. There seemed to be a deep blue ocean in those light brown eyes, which could indulge people until they were suffocated.

   "I thought..." He said slowly: "The gold master wants to sleep with brother."

  "……"

  "This posture is also okay." Wei Ran chuckled, contradictory demon: "Brother is willing to be bounced."

He leaned slightly and approached Dye Bai. The distance he had been close at hand was even closer. His nose was so tall that he almost touched her. Dye Bai could feel the cold and attractive breath of youth, and his white fingers touched lightly. Go to the forensic doctor's pale, thin lips, with a touch of desire.

  Ranbai heard the murderer say something dumbly: "The wall is smashed, isn't it a pity not to do anything."

  After he finished speaking.

  There is no pause.

  There was no time for the forensic doctor to respond at all.

  The slender figure was pressed down, and her thin, soft lips fell fiercely.

  (End of this chapter)