Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

"Team Jin! ...Hey, Director, you are here too."

Yu Jue returned to Cui Ju's house to investigate with the latest strange clues.

The general clues and physical evidence were all preserved, but he and several colleagues had no idea what this thing was after thinking about it for a long time. In the end, they concluded that it was a provocation from the person behind the scenes, just like the note greeting their Jin team.

So he ran back without stopping to report.

"Captain Jin, look at this." Yu Jue handed him a piece of evidence collection bag. "The scraps of cloth inside were cut from the back of the bed sheet Cui Ju was lying on. There is a strange butterfly painted inside."

Jinchen took the thing out and looked at it. The moment the rag was opened, the paper box of coffee in Wu Lin's hand fell. He stared at the butterfly in disbelief, which was lifelike, but only had bones.

"This..." The director's reaction was also very strong, and he subconsciously looked at Wu Lin.

Jinchen, who was sandwiched between the two, said: "......?"

What happened again!

"Wu Lin! Come in with me."

The director snatched the rag from Jinchen's hand, turned around and went back to the office without saying anything, and did not forget to stare at Wu Lin and follow him.

Seeing this, Jin Chen followed Wu Lin, but was stopped by him. He said in a rare and hurried tone, "Don't come in."

"I'm not going in." Jin Chen wiped his coffee-stained hands and said coaxingly, "I'll wait outside. Don't get excited."

After saying that, he pinched Wu Lin's cold fingers. The warmth transmitted seemed to have energy. Wu Lin's restlessly beating heart calmed down a little. He closed the office door with a stiff face.

Yu Jue looked at Jin Chen in confusion and cautiously, "What's going on, Captain Jin? Why is the Director reacting so strongly?"

"It's okay, you go down and do your work first."

Jinchen leaned outside the office and thought. From Wu Lin's reaction just now, he was certain that he was the one who used his authority to investigate the confidential files.

What the director didn't finish saying was that everything Wu Lin wanted to investigate was related to the butterfly.

The butterfly comes from the guy behind that website.

In the original plot, Wu Lin was dragged into Gu Huan’s...family affairs after meeting the protagonist.

Jinchen glanced at the office door with a hint of doubt.

Could the murderer be someone from Gu Huan's family? Then what does this have to do with Wu Lin?

Separated by a door.

"The ghost butterfly is the symbol of that person. He is the murderer behind the creation of the suicide mutual aid website."

Wu Lin was the first to break the silence, his sharp black eyes fixed on the person behind the desk, "I request that the unsolved case from ten years ago be reopened and investigated together."

"This is impossible."

The director finally calmed down, but his hands holding the piece of cloth were still shaking. It was rare for him to have such a reaction at this point.

"Your master had already killed the murderer back then. Perhaps this was just a copycat crime."

Even if... the price is to exchange life for life.

The director thought of the past and his eyebrows moved, looking a little sad.

Wu Lin sneered and interrupted with great certainty: "If the person who was killed was really the murderer, how could it become an unsolved case, and even all the clues were blocked."

At this moment, he seemed to have torn off a layer of disguise, and the sharpness under his cold appearance emerged one after another. Even the upward curve of the corners of his mouth seemed sarcastic, like a sharp bone-cutting knife.

"You know what the ghost butterfly represents, and what important clues did you hide back then? Why did you close the case halfway through the investigation, causing my master to die in obscurity?"

He moved closer to the desk and glanced at the photo under the glass, mocking sharply.

"Jiang Lu, my master died in your place."

The director was stunned at first, his deep memory was torn apart, and the pain of his best friend taking the bullet for him was stabbing his heart again and again.

He said in a deep voice, full of grief: "Yes! I know, I remember!"

"Those are the clues your master was unwilling to tell you! It was also your master who asked not to continue the investigation before he died. Don't you know your own situation?"

Wu Lin was almost speechless at the news, "What did you say..."

How could it be possible...he asked for it.

He lost his life because of this unclear and mysterious case. Why did he voluntarily ask not to continue before his death?

"Wu Lin, if you didn't have the identity of a public medical examiner, and your master didn't restrict you."

The director's words were full of gems, and his eyes were filled with disappointment and complexity as he looked at his good friend's beloved disciple.

"Will you be the next murderer?"

"..."

"Wu Lin, don't get involved in this case anymore. Take a break for a while."

Wu Lin took a deep breath, his eyes moved away from the old photos, and then moved to the director's old but shrewd eyes.

"I will continue to investigate until I find the murderer."

Wu Lin rushed out of the office, his emotions feeling colder and more numb than ever before.

"Wu Lin!" Jinchen wanted to call him, but saw that Wu Lin's pace was faster, and he almost bumped into Duan Xiaobai who was coming back from outside.

"Captain Jin, what happened to Forensic Doctor Wu...eh?"

Jinchen followed hurriedly.

Duan Xiaobai and several colleagues were responsible for visiting and investigating Cui Ju's family past, and they came back with a lot of secrets and stories.

In the end, no one listened to her!

"What happened to them?" Duan Xiaobai could only ask Yu Jue. Yu Jue, who was also at a loss, shrugged and said, "I don't know. Let's investigate the case."

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Inside the dissection room.

Wu Lin heard the footsteps chasing behind him, but he didn't want to face any human beings at the moment, so he slammed the door shut without hesitation.

The door blocks out the sounds from the outside world, but it cannot block the constant auditory hallucinations in the mind.

Every word and every sentence screams out pain and unwillingness.

Then, without warning, my heart began to beat faster and all kinds of crazy thoughts kept popping up.

In stark contrast to his chaotic mood, he was leaning against the door with an unusually gloomy and calm expression.

Wu Lin leaned against the door for a while. He ignored Jin Chen's knocking. When he went to get the medicine with trembling hands, he accidentally touched the dormant notebook.

The suicide support group's webpage popped up again, with the same welcome page that kept flashing.

Wu Lin was attracted uncontrollably, standing beside the table and staring gloomily, but his pupils were bright enough to be frightening.

Unlike the pain and dissociation I felt the last time I saw it, watching it when it really hits gives me an addictive feeling that soothes my soul, like spiritual opium.