star hunter

This accident made the hospital bed unable to keep its patients. While ordering the doctor to put the left ear in and out of the right ear, Officer Su also tried to drag the doctor into the water: "Doctor, come with me too, and help examine the corpse."

Zhang Jibai spread his hands and didn't say a word, but Zhong Yun, who acted as an errand runner, never wanted him to forget his contribution: "At least change your clothes, it's almost moldy."

Su Xian reached out to take the clothes and sighed: "Okay, I'll change clothes first."

He then turned his back, and it seemed that he was unbuttoning his shirt. He was quite agile with one hand, and quickly took off one side, exposing one shoulder.

Zhong Yuncong glanced at his shoulders. His shoulders were flat and broad. He was thin, with protruding shoulder blades. The muscles on his back were tight. He wanted to look down, but was unfortunately blocked by his half-off shirt.

His figure is quite standard for Zhong Yuncong, an art student, so he couldn't appreciate the key parts, which made him sigh.

However, facing the light, the fabric of the shirt became somewhat see-through, and the tightened waistline could still be vaguely seen.

It's art, it's aesthetics, it's very, very pure high-level taste.When Comrade Zhong Yuncong's heartbeat accelerated slightly, he told himself firmly.

Absolutely nothing to do with pornography.

Su Xian encountered Waterloo on his other injured arm, and after fiddling with it for a long time, he couldn't raise his hand to take off the other sleeve.

He helplessly asked for help: "Zhang Jibai, come and help me."

A cup of tea after dinner, Zhang Jibai, who is like a living god, mercilessly refused: "No time."

Zhong Yuncong coughed twice and raised his hand: "I'm free, I can help."

Su Xian hesitated for a moment, but still nodded.Zhong Yun walked in front of him calmly, keeping his gaze at the level above his shoulders, an absolute gentleman.Only the peripheral vision from the corner of the eye secretly and quickly passed the two parts of the opponent's chest and abdomen. Yes, the lines are as smooth and harmonious as he imagined, not too exaggerated, and the sexiness is just right.

I came to help entirely to prevent him from delaying his business.he thought.

Zhong Yuncong, who was immersed in self-movement, carefully put Su Xian's injured arm into his sleeve, and then retired, vowing that he would never take any more advantage.

Before leaving, Su Xian suddenly sniffed his nose twice, then pulled the doctor, and smiled flatteringly: "My rhinitis seems to be showing signs of recurrence again, hurry up and get me some medicine."

Zhang Jibai glanced impatiently at this troubled guy, then pointed to Zhong Yuncong who was not looking sideways: "Okay, his business is over, and the debt between us will start to be calculated again."

Su Xian, who was suffering from rhinitis, was like a drug addict. He covered his nose and stretched out his hand in embarrassment: "No problem, you can calculate whatever you want, and you can make a lot of money!"

Zhong Yun had never seen such a cold and arrogant guy before, and was amused by his eagerness to spray medicine into his nasal cavity, and finally couldn't help laughing.

He had an intuition that as long as this person's rhinitis flares up three times, it probably wouldn't be a problem if he fell in love with him.

It was past dinner time, and the road was becoming more and more deserted, making their three-person team look extraordinarily spectacular.

"Have you seen the corpse?" Su Xian looked at the informant, the suspicion in his eyes could not be concealed by the night, "What's going on?"

Zhong Yuncong glanced at him, then at Zhang Jibai on the other side, and there was something in his words: "I've 'contacted'."

Su Xian understood: "Oh? Then did you 'see'?"

Regarding his sudden emergence of abilities, they agreed tacitly, making this matter a tacit secret between the two of them.Therefore, in front of Zhang Jibai, no one spoke clearly.

It’s just that Zhong Yuncong’s answer disappointed him this time, and he shook his head: “No. But I know how the fat aunt died... She was punctured in the carotid artery, and she lost a lot of blood and died. Other than that , her tongue was also cut off."

Su Xian and Zhang Jibai looked at each other, and the latter smiled: "The condition of the corpse is quite clear, I don't think I need to go."

Su Xian was stern and selfless: "Don't try to be lazy! Let's go together, maybe the perpetrator is a supernatural person. I'm hurt now, if anything happens, you can help me."

Zhang Jibai protested: "I am a doctor, and my job is to save lives and heal the wounded."

Zhong Yuncong couldn't help complaining: "Have you finally remembered the duties of a doctor at this time?"

Su Xian squinted at Zhong Yuncong, complaining angrily: "Do you want me to count on him?"

Zhang Jibai glanced at Zhong Yuncong who was shivering in the cold wind, his eyes couldn't tell whether it was sympathy or sarcasm, and finally nodded compassionately: "That's fine."

Zhong Yuncong was wronged like a 120-jin oil bottle.

After finishing his gag, he continued to report the information he had learned to Officer Su: "That's right, I heard from the neighbors who were watching that there was a dispute between Aunt Fat and Ms. Miao in the morning, and the movement was not small."

Su Xian nodded slightly. Yingying also mentioned this matter when she went to the clinic to get the medicine. He still remembered that when the two women were fighting, Ms. Miao bit her opponent's nose.

"In addition to biting her nose, Ms. Miao seems to have let go of harsh words to Fat Aunt." Zhong Yuncong frowned, "It seems that she threatened to kill her."

"On the day she made the threat, Aunt Fat was killed." Su Xian frowned, "There are indeed suspicions."

"What's more..." Zhong Yuncong hesitated to speak, Su Xian heard that his tone was a bit strange, and urged: "What?"

Zhong Yuncong's eyes swept over the other two, and finally revealed Miao Linzhi's secret: "Ms. Miao...has fallen ill."

Both Su Xian and Zhang Jibai were shocked, Zhang Jibai frowned and asked, "How do you know?"

"I accidentally saw her face without makeup, and there were red spots on her face." Zhong Yuncong told them, "Usually she puts on heavy makeup, presumably to deceive others."

Su Xian gasped, but Zhang Jibai was puzzled: "She got sick so soon? How could it be? Could it be that my inhibitor didn't work?"

Zhong Yuncong could only shake his head, he didn't know anything about it, while Su Xian showed a little tired look: "This is not important anymore."

Miao Lingzhi was originally only five points of suspicion, but after she became ill, it rose to eight points.

Zhong Yuncong also understood this, but after thinking about it, he still expressed his guess: "It's like this. Before I returned, I met Ms. Miao again. She appeared at the door of the deceased. She looked flustered and lost control of her emotions in the face of unanimous accusations from others... She looked terrified and stern."

His words were very biased, Zhang Jibai raised his eyebrows: "You mean, you don't think she is the murderer?"

"I don't have any evidence..." Zhong Yuncong replied without confidence, "It's just my intuition."

The two of them turned their eyes to Su Xian at the same time, and the latter said lightly: "Let's talk about it when we get to the scene."

After saying this, he turned his face away and asked, "Is Ms. Miao still staying there?"

"She should have gone downstairs when I left." Zhong Yuncong told him, "I don't know now."

Then he asked again: "Uh, do you suspect that she will run away..."

Su Xian lowered his head and glanced at the severely worn dial on his wrist: "It's hard to say, but I communicated with the security station just now, and the station has sent people to work."

Zhong Yuncong squinted at his left arm which was hanging limply, and sighed: "Then you went into battle with injuries, you are really dedicated."

Su Xian didn't bother to understand whether it was a serious compliment or a pointed sarcasm. If it was another case, he would probably let it go and be happy to be an idler just like his name.

But when Ms. Miao was involved, he couldn't sit idly by.

When they arrived, the scene of the crime was under control. Su Xian saw more than one colleague, and Zhang Jibai was familiar with these people. He went in—everyone knew he was here to be a forensic doctor.

On the contrary, Su Xian himself was not in a hurry to go in. He nodded scribbledly to the people inside as a greeting, and when the greetings were over, he raised his chin at Zhong Yuncong: "Come with me."

Zhong Yuncong followed behind him obediently, and seeing him burrowing into corners where no one was around, he couldn't help but feel happy: This posture of trying to cover up is almost like having an affair.

Of course he didn't have the guts to say this joke, so he asked solemnly, "What do you want from me?"

In fact, he already knew it in his heart, and sure enough, Su Xian made a request: "Tell me about what you 'saw', and don't miss anything."

Although Zhong Yuncong didn't really want to recall it again, since he opened his mouth, he didn't shirk it, and described the scene of the victim's murder in detail, and his mouth was a little dry after he finished speaking.

Su Xian listened without saying a word, and still remained silent. Zhong Yuncong spent a long time talking, and seeing his silence, he was a little unhappy: "Is there any inspiration for you?"

While pondering, he took out something from his pocket, and handed it to Zhong Yun in front of him: "Either?"

Zhong Yun took a closer look and realized that it was actually a pack of cigarettes. As far as he knew, this stuff was considered a luxury in the "isolated island", but he didn't expect to have a pack hidden on him.

He was secretly wondering if the Sheriff Su had accepted bribes, and seeing Su Xian's eyes still on him in a blink of an eye, and thinking of his cold face not long ago, he was a little flattered at the moment, so he was very moved and refused: " My mother won't let me smoke...she said that those who engage in art must be self-disciplined."

The undisciplined Su Zhi'an officer sneered, and didn't bother to remove the layer of gold he had pasted on himself. He took out the lighter again, lit one for himself, and then slowly said, "A little bit."

"It's kind of..." Zhong Yuncong was confused, and asked back uncertainly, "You mean, a little enlightenment?"

He nodded casually: "Yes."

Zhong Yuncong was very speechless at his sudden cherishing of words: "Dude, do you insist on asking me to follow your ass? It won't take much effort for you to say two more words, right?"

Su Xian ignored his complaints, exhaled a puff of thin smoke lightly, and then said: "Although the murderer's face was not clearly visible, there is still a very important message hidden—you just said that the door from the beginning to the end The tail has never been opened, but the murderer appeared behind the dead without a sound."

Zhong Yuncong was taken aback, and a chill began to creep up his spine.

"Then there are only two possibilities, either the murderer stayed at the deceased's home, or," Su Xian flicked the ashes between his cigarettes, "the murderer appeared out of thin air."

"About the first possibility, it can also be divided into two situations. One is that the murderer appeared in the deceased's home openly, but as far as I know, the fat aunt's husband died early, and there are only her and her daughter in the family, but I just learned about it. Based on the situation, her daughter was in school when the incident occurred."

"Then the second situation is... the murderer has already sneaked into the fat aunt's house?" Zhong Yuncong asked tentatively, and Su Xian nodded: "Yes, but it is not easy to do this. If your There is a person hiding in the house, maybe you don’t know anything about it, but because you are so familiar with this environment, your sixth sense will also remind you of the extra strangeness.”

"However, if someone can invade other people's houses without leaving a trace, it must not be an ordinary person."

Zhong Yuncong looked at him: "Are you inclined to the second possibility?"

Su Xian's face was covered in smoke: "If that's the case, then this case will be connected with the series of disappearances."

"But all the corpses before have been transferred, and the victims are all men..." Zhong Yuncong was still full of doubts, "But this time, it was a woman who died, and the body didn't disappear..."

"But the method of murder is similar." The cigarette returned to Su Xian's fingers, and with a slight flick, the ashes scattered tremblingly, "It's hard to say now, but I have a hunch that these two cases must exist Some kind of connection."

As he said, he turned his back and prepared to go back the same way: "I'll go in and have a look, if it's not convenient for you to go in, you can stay here for a while..."

Zhong Yuncong was about to protest, when suddenly a high-pitched female voice came over, with a hysterical breakdown: "Which murderer is smoking! My mother's nose is blocked!"

Su Xian shook his hand holding the cigarette: "Ah, the troublesome guy is here."