Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Bishui Park is very large, and we had to wait until the next morning to thoroughly check it out.

It was already the third day since Zhou Ming's body was found. They had obtained many clues but were unable to connect them together.

The bad news is that there has been no substantial progress in the investigation of Bishui Park. Apart from the proof that the murderer had tampered with the surveillance and that he was acquainted with Zhou Ming, there are no other clues.

After questioning the night shift staff, they said they knew nothing. It was an old parking lot with all kinds of people there, and it was impossible to pay close attention to everyone.

But there is good news too. When Jinchen was tracking the old man he suspected yesterday, the landlady confirmed that she had only seen him a few times and did not consider him a resident of their community. She thought he was someone from the neighboring community and someone acquainted with Zhou Ming's family.

We couldn't find the old man's whereabouts last night, and it was only this morning that we saw him on surveillance camera, dressed warmly and coming out to buy cigarettes, where he was caught.

"I'm really not the murderer."

In the interrogation room, the old man was surprisingly frank, "I answered whatever you asked at the time. How can you say I am the murderer?"

Yi Tian finally saw the old man's face clearly. He was just an ordinary citizen in the crowd, without any special features.

"How do you know Zhou Ming, and how did you happen to meet our comrades who are investigating the case?" asked the interrogating police.

"Ah... this." The old man was still frank, "Someone gave me 20,000 yuan and asked me to wait there. When I was young, I was an extra!"

Jinchen, who was listening outside the interrogation room: "..."

Duan Xiaobai silently walked a few steps away from the evil spirit, his mouth twitching, "Have we been tricked by the murderer again?"

Wu Lin, who was called to observe, glanced at Jinchen and was thinking whether to ask him out of humanitarianism, when he saw the captain open the door of the interrogation room and stride in.

Seeing another policeman, a young man at that, the old man didn't take it seriously. But the next moment he was frightened by the look in Jinchen's eyes as he approached.

It was like he knew there was an oil tanker truck ahead that was about to explode, but he had no way to avoid it and was instead hit directly by the tanker truck.

The old man no longer dared to smile, and he stammered, revealing his smoke-yellow teeth, "What are you doing, comrade..."

boom!

Jinchen slammed the table. In the overly silent interrogation room, the only sound was his cold, angry voice.

"How come you don't know I'm a police officer? Didn't I tell you yesterday that helping a murderer deceive the police is not against the law?"

"You have seen what that man looks like. Tell me."

The old man leaned back and said, "Say...I'll say."

Only then did he realize that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"I don't know what he looks like, I was wearing a mask tightly, but... he smelled sour! I met him when I was... taking a walk."

The sour taste is most likely the taste of high concentration of garcinia.

"Ah! And... maybe, he's not that young, his hands... there are so many scars on the back of his hands." The old man remembered this very clearly. If the money wasn't so high, he wouldn't have accepted it.

Jinchen asked: "Where to take a walk?"

"Outside X City University."

X City University.

Jinchen thought again of the evidence that revealed the school badge in the factory.

This was the information Zhou Ming held tightly in his hand before his death, wanting to preserve the identity of the murderer.

Or maybe the murderer did it on purpose to lead them to investigate X City University.

Jinchen walked out of the interrogation room, feeling a little tired after not getting much sleep the previous night. He pinched his brows and looked at Wu Lin with inquiring eyes, and laughed casually, "What are you looking at, forensic doctor?"

Wu Lin was a little far away from him, about half a corridor away, and Jin Chen waved at him.

Wu Lin was silent for a while, but still walked over.

"What..." Before he could finish his words, a strong arm suddenly rested on his shoulder. Jinchen half leaned on his shoulder, and a deep voice exploded in his ear, "Do I look fierce?"

Wu Lin nodded. He still preferred to see Jinchen defenseless and quiet. It seemed easier to... control him.

Wu Lin is very good at observing humans. Jin Chen discovered this when he first introduced the team members to him.

"Good observation. So what do you think I'm thinking?"

When Jinchen asked him, he unconsciously stared at that handsome face.

Wu Lin lowered his eyes and observed Jin Chen's body language. He did not intend to answer, but just said: "You need sleep."

He thought he was just making a simple statement, but it was misunderstood as something else by the captain, who had a strange way of thinking.

"You care about me so much." Jin Chen said in a long tone, poking Wu Lin on the shoulder, "But your captain won't die suddenly for the time being, don't worry... eh?"

Wu Lin's mouth twitched uncontrollably and he walked away.

"Hey, you little heartless guy."

Jinchen felt fully recharged, and rubbed the back of his neck as he went into his private office to rest.

"You guys take a nap first, and gather for the mission at 8:30."

"Good job, Team Jin."

Duan Xiaobai and Yi Tian, ​​who were watching the whole process, looked at each other.

Yi Tian: "Maybe I missed breakfast and am so hungry. Team Jin has such a sexy side."

Duan Xiaobai weighed the choice between eating breakfast and sleeping, stuffed two candies into his mouth, went back to the office and lay down to sleep.

Inside the dissection room.

Thick curtains blocked out the sunlight, and cold incandescent lights illuminated every corner of the room.

Zhou Ming's body was on the dissection bed, waiting for people to discover his secrets.

Wu Lin wore protective clothing and put on a mask slowly and methodically. When he was about to put on gloves, his eyes behind the protective lenses paused for a moment and wavered for a moment.

Somehow I suddenly remembered that Jinchen wanted to put gloves on him yesterday.

It took him several seconds to come back to his senses. Wu Lin coughed lightly to divert his thoughts, put on gloves and picked up the scalpel.

But looking at the quiet corpse, Wu Lin still very inappropriately recalled that intense face and the overly hot temperature when touching the limbs.

Click.

The silver scalpel fell into the container, and Wu Lin just stood under the light. The shadow cast on his body became the only darkness in the room.

Today is not a good day for dissecting a body.

Maybe he also needed sleep to clear his mind.

In fact, Zhou Ming's body provided enough information. The truth that he died from a high concentration of garcinia solution and was cremated was gradually confirmed as the test results emerged.

What's more, compared with ordinary corpses, charred corpses are more likely to hide unknown secrets.

Wu Lin, you are a forensic doctor and should respect the deceased.

When Wu Lin fell into a deep sleep, he thought of these words again.