Lose 100 million today

Anatomy room.

Yan Yu was sitting alone on the ground, with the corpse above him, but he seemed to be unconscious and sat silently.

Buzz buzz...

The phone vibrated in my pocket.

The sound started and stopped.

There was a pause and then there was a sound.

Finally, the person on the ground moved, and he slowly took out his cell phone.

The name on the phone screen finally made his eyes have some focus.

"Baby..." Yan Yu called out hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I'm at work."

"I'm outside," said the man inside.

Yan Yu looked towards the door, as if he could see the people outside through the closed door.

Yan Yu's breath stagnated slightly, he stood up and walked to the door.

The door was automatic, but he didn't dare press the open button for a long time.

Yan Yu glanced to the side, using the glass to restrain his gloomy and terrifying expression, and then pressed the door button.

Chuzheng stood several meters away from the door, leaning casually. Next to her was a plant. The vibrant greenery made the girl lively.

Yan Yu walked over silently, took her hand and returned to his office.

He poured a glass of water for Chuzheng, but when Chuzheng refused to take it, he said, "...it's not drugged, don't worry."

As he spoke, he took a sip and then handed it to Chu Zheng.

Chuzheng didn't answer: "I didn't doubt you, I just didn't want to drink."

Hearing this, Yan Yu put the cup on the table: "Why are you here? Are you afraid that I will run away?"

"Cousin Wan Xiaoxiao is dead." Chuzheng said, "I will send her here."

Yan Yu was silent again.

His gaze fell on the office window, and there was only a void of dead silence in his deep eyes.

Chuzheng noticed that Yan Yu was unusual and turned him around: "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Yu suddenly hugged Chu Zheng.

His breathing was heavy and ragged.

"I'm going to kill him."

"Kill who?"

"Kill him." Yan Yu's voice became dull: "He deserves to die."

Chuzheng: "..."

Who deserves to die?

Who to kill?

You make it clear when you step on the horse!

However, Yan Yu only said these few words, and then there was no movement. He just hugged her tightly, as if she was the only duckweed he could hold on to in the sea.

"Yan Yu, the deceased..."

Shen Siming's voice stopped suddenly.

But he didn't go out either. When he saw Yanyu and Chuzheng separated, he came in.

"This...can you please avoid it and let me talk to Yan Yu about something?"

In front of Shen Siming, Yan Yu kissed Chu Zheng and said, "Wait for me outside for a while, okay?"

Shen Siming looked at Chu Zheng in horror.

Yan Yu actually used a questioning tone.

"Um."

When Shen Siming saw Chu Zheng go out and close the door, he said: "The identity of the deceased has been identified. He had mental illness. He left the hospital a few days ago. His family searched for him for several days but couldn't find him. He was found now."

Yan Yu sat down on the chair with a headache: "What do you have in common with the victim ten years ago?"

"No." Shen Siming said: "There is no connection between the victims ten years ago. Their identity, background, education, gender and age are all random. Just like you... now we still tend to commit crimes randomly."

There is no relatability to the victims chosen.

This kind of case is the most difficult to handle.

Because no one knows when the murderer will find a random victim and start committing crimes, and they can't find any more clues.

"We are now questioning the victim's family to see if we can find any suspicion."

Shen Siming glanced at Yan Yu.

"If you feel you can't keep up, take a break and leave this case to me."

Yan Yu suddenly raised his head, his deep eyes were like a cold pool, and the cold air invaded his body.

"I want to catch the murderer with my own hands." Then cut him into pieces.

The violence deep in Yan Yu's heart was boiling.

No one can suppress it...

Only when I hold her in my arms can I feel a little more at ease.

"Don't be too pushy." Shen Siming said, "What was the cause of death of the deceased?"

"Suffocation." Yan Yu said, "It's the same as ten years ago. When other test reports come out, I'll have someone send them to you."

"Well, I'm going to check the movements of the deceased. The surveillance network is much better now than it was ten years ago. I believe the murderer will be caught."

Shen Siming patted Yan Yu on the shoulder and left.

Chuzheng stood outside the door. Chuzheng wanted to go in, but Shen Siming held him back.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yan Yu him..." Shen Siming was worried: "Let me tell you, Yan Yu may do something irrational. I hope you can watch him."

"What happened?"

"I can't tell you about this." This is related to the case. How dare people outside the system dare to say: "It's troublesome."

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Chuzheng opened the door and went in. Yan Yu sat on the chair in silence, his thoughts wandering to nowhere.

When Chuzheng walked up to him, he didn't even react.

The whole room was so quiet that it was oppressive and unsettling.

Chuzheng knelt down and held Yan Yu's hand: "Yan Yu, if you have any problems, tell me and I will help you solve it."

Yan Yu's focus gradually shifted to Chu Zheng.

His eyes were as dark as an abyss, and when he looked at them, he felt like he was stepping on the edge of the abyss and would fall at any time.

It can cause people to feel panic, nervousness, and uneasiness.

"You can't solve it."

His voice was slow and slow.

Like the wind blowing through the night, soft yet chilly.

Chuzheng held his hand tightly: "There's nothing I can't solve." Even if you can't solve it, you have to find a way to solve it. As long as it's not a dead end, there will always be a way. Of course, for Chuzheng, there is also a dead end solution.

The girl's voice was clear, yet steady and powerful.

Every word fell on the tip of his heart, as if it had some kind of magic power that could soothe the rage that was constantly surging in his heart.

In this chaotic night, take him out of the cold darkness and bring a ray of warmth.

Yan Yu lowered his eyes, his eyes seemed to be on her, but they didn't seem to be.

With force in his hands, he pulled Chu Zheng up, hugged her tightly, rested his chin on her neck, and pressed his lips against the artery on her neck.

Yan Yu had an impulse at this time.

He wanted to tell her everything that was weighing on his heart.

But he didn't, he suppressed his impulse.

"Let me hold you for a while."

Chuzheng patted him on the back.

The figures of the two embracing each other were reflected on the window.

Yan Yu received a call from his assistant midway, saying that the test results were out.

He let go of Chu Zheng and pressed his forehead against hers: "I'll be back soon."

"Kiss."

Yan Yu was not in the mood, but he still kissed Chu Zheng at his request.

After Yan Yu left, Chu Zheng went out to find Wan Xiaoxiao.

From Wan Xiaoxiao, a family member of the victim, I got some information, and from the few words around me, I pieced together the key words "Scarecrow Serial Murder Case Ten Years Ago".

Chuzheng immediately searched the Internet for cases from ten years ago.

Ten years ago, the Internet was not as convenient and fast as it is now, but a lot of things could be found.