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Yan Junge took a few steps forward, pointed at the ice cube, and said with a smile, "When I was a kid, I used the ice cube as a sword to fight with my sister. By the way, I even ate it. It tasted like ice cream."

Zhang Yiyan turned his head slightly and glanced at him, the corners of his lips raised, "If you look at the things on the roof, you might not dare to eat them."

"How is that possible? I'll get it down first." After saying that, he really looked for something handy.

Zhang Yiyan ignored him, looked at the top of the viewing platform, raised his left hand vigorously, and one end of the rope immediately shot out, wrapped around the ice edge, and then quickly retracted.

It attracted several other people to watch, it was like magic.

Avoiding Yan Junge's extended hand, he grabbed the ice edge with his right hand and looked at it carefully. His starry eyes flashed slightly, and sure enough, there was blood.

"Yanyan, what are you looking at? It's so cold, please hold it for me."

Zhang Yiyan ignored him and turned his head to see Huang Yong, Chen Hao, and Le Sheng walking over. He said solemnly, "Huang Yong, get an evidence bag."

"Okay." Huang Yong immediately took out an evidence bag, opened it, and got ready.

Evidence bag? Could it be that this ice edge is still a murder weapon?

Just as he was wondering, he saw Zhang Yiyan clenching the ice edge with his right hand, as if he were holding a long sword, and his eyes signaled several people to stay away from him.

Then he quickly made a sword flower, his eyes were very casual, and his palms gathered strength to promote the flow of blood in the ice.

He opened his steps slightly, waved a few sword flowers, and turned around to slash back, pointing directly at the evidence bag.

Huang Yong was obviously startled by the sudden rush of the pointed head. He subconsciously took a half step back and quickly returned to his standing position.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and after waiting for a few seconds, they didn't see his next move. They looked at each other a few times, wondering what this man was doing.

"I, go, bleed." Le Sheng, who had been beside Huang Yong, exclaimed when he saw a drop of blood flowing down from the tip of the ice edge.

Others came closer and saw that it was true.

Why is there blood in the ice?

Is it?

They all looked at Zhang Yiyan again, with surprise, amazement, and inquiry in their eyes.

The latter pointed at the viewing platform with an ice edge, "I suspect the fourth head is on it."

Sure enough, this man is so sharp.

Yan Junge reacted, "Lu Qing, go adjust the lift or long ladder, hurry up."

"Yes."

Zhang Yiyan took a few steps forward and said solemnly, "No need."

Then he threw it casually with his right hand, and the ice edge flew out, knocking down the ice edge under the eaves of the viewing platform, and the sound of the ice edge breaking was heard.

Then the left hand rope quickly shot out and held onto the eaves of the platform.

He ran two steps forward, made a light vertical movement, quickly contracted the magic rope, flew up, and brought him to the viewing platform.

"Fuck~~~trough~~~"

"Flying on the snow with lightness."

Zhang Yiyan tilted his head slightly and glanced condescendingly at the stunned crowd. Frowning, there is no emotion in his eyes, why make such a fuss.

Facing the obvious bulge on the stage, he waved his right hand gently, causing snow to fly, revealing a bloody human head.

The woman's head has long hair stuck to her face. If you look closely, you can see that there are only two bloody holes around the eyes, just like the three before.

Why gouge out your eyes?

Worried about the ghost coming back for revenge?

"Yanyan, are you there?" Yan Junge was a little worried seeing him standing so high and couldn't help but call him.

Yan Junge took out his phone and took a photo. Yan Junge immediately took out his phone and took a look. Sure enough.

He immediately transferred it to Lu Qing, whose expression changed slightly, "It's really up there."

"Team Yan, should you let Zhang Ke take off the head, or should you wait for the elevator to come and let the technicians go up to investigate?"

Yan Junge thought for a moment, then looked up at Zhang Yiyan, as if he could see through Yan Junge's thoughts, "Get an evidence bag."

Lu Qing understood and winked at Hua Mo. The latter understood and immediately found a large evidence bag. When he was worried about how to send the bag up, he saw a red rope slowly lowering.

Hua Mo was stunned for a moment and immediately tied the bag up. A minute later, the head was put into the bag and sent down.

As soon as the person here got it, Yan Junge shouted, "Yanyan, I got it."

Zhang Yiyan was not in a hurry to come down. His eyes slowly scanned the teaching building and dormitory building in the distance, and finally settled in the direction of the dormitory building.

With a flash of light in his eyes, in a certain room in the dormitory building, a black shadow quickly hid. "Grass, your eyes are poisonous enough."

Under Yan Junge's shocked gaze, he lightly lifted his right foot and stepped out of the table, spinning in the air, his long hair flying, his clothes flying, causing the snowflakes to dance.

Yan Junge's ears buzzed and his head was about to explode. Almost instinctively, he ran forward quickly, opening his arms to catch the fairy floating down to the mortal world.

Snowflakes fluttered, surrounding the two people, deflecting them several times before landing quietly.

Yan Junge's heart was in his throat, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, but he hugged her tightly, "Yanyan, you are going to scare me to death."

She suddenly clasped his shoulders with both hands, checked back and forth to make sure everything was okay, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "Yanyan, if you come here a few more times, you will have to scare me out of my heart attack."

"Can we be nice from now on? I really can't stand being scared."

",,,"

He has jumped over the height of four or five floors, and this is only four or five meters, which is not enough.

But seeing him so nervous, with anxiety and worry in his eyes, there were slight ripples in his heart.

He raised his little face, raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves, arched his eyebrows and smiled, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Yan Junge was slightly surprised at first, and then became ecstatic. Yanyan wiped his sweat, hahaha, hahaha.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and he stared unblinkingly, his eyes full of affection. His big hand clasped the thin waist and brought it to his arms. The other hand touched the back of his head and hugged the whole person into his arms.

"Yanyan, promise me not to do such dangerous things in the future, okay?"

As he spoke, he let go of the person, took the plain white hand and put it against his chest, "Please touch it, my heartbeat is so frightened that it has probably reached 180, and my hands are shaking even now."

Zhang Yiyan felt the strong beating of his heart, his breath entangled in his ears, and looked up at him, "Then what should you do?"

Yan Junge smiled slyly, his eyes full of ambiguity, "I'm quite scared,,,"

"Ahem, you two." Lu Qing rolled his eyes inwardly and couldn't help but interrupt.

What are you doing in this case investigation? What are you two doing to each other? ? ?

Yan Junge finally reluctantly released the man from his arms, but kept holding Zhang Yiyan's hand, "Sister Lu, you take the lead here, I have something to say with Yan Yan."

After saying that, he picked up Zhang Yiyan and walked in the direction of the car. Many people in the middle looked sideways. Yan Junge was determined, ignored their looks, and took the people into the back seat of the car.

As soon as the car door closed, he immediately rushed over and hugged the person into his arms. He said, "Yanyan, I haven't finished what I just said. You have to let me finish."

Zhang Yiyan nodded, thinking in his mind whether he should have jumped down as if he really scared people.

Yan Junge pushed his big head forward, pressed his forehead against his forehead, breathed together, and said in a hoarse voice, "Yanyan, I feel like I'm scared. I need to replenish some energy."

"For example, breathe in some yang energy or something..."

But his Yang Qi is not enough. On the contrary, Yan Junge has a pure Yang body. And can he absorb Yang Qi? Zhang Yiyan couldn't help but doubt another possibility, and moved his body back to hide.

However, Yan Junge has mastered the art of war, he retreats, he advances, and in the end he advances even further. Before asking for permission, he couldn't wait to open his mouth and hold his thin lips, a little, a little.

Gentle and lingering, his big hands slid from his shoulders to his neck, his thumbs rubbed the buttons on his neck, and his breathing became faster.

The big tongue entered the mouth and carefully explored it, but was pushed back by the small tongue and began to sweep across like crazy.

He held her pretty face with both hands, changed the angle, and deepened the kiss.