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Wang Shihai's hands were handcuffed, squatting on the ground with his neck shrunk, he mustered up the courage to glance at the person beside him, and said in a trembling voice, "No, it's not me."

Rong Zhao grabbed Wang Shihai's clothes and dragged him up from the ground: "Is that you?" After speaking, he pinched the back of his neck and was about to slam against the door.

"Let go," Zhou Ye held Rong Zhao's wrist, and reprimanded in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Leader, help." Compared with the gloomy policeman next to him, Wang Shihai even looked at the captain of the criminal police who kicked him just now, becoming more amiable, and frequently sent his eyes for help, "you should hurry up and take me away." Send it to prison."

Wang Shihai was escorted out by two policemen. Zhou Ye stood by the door, waiting for the trace inspectors to come, and glanced down at Rong Zhao's wrist.

Rong Zhao's skin was originally fair, but when Zhou Ye strangled him tightly, a circle of red marks was very obvious.

"I understand your desire to find justice for He Yanyan," Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao with a rare serious tone, "but before the court made a verdict, he was just a suspect, and a suspect is not the same as a murderer. "

Rong Zhao rubbed his wrist, turned his head and glanced in the direction of the police car, "Even if he's not a murderer, he's still a beast."

Leaving aside whether Wang Shihai is the murderer of the serial murder and dismemberment case, if the police were one minute late today, an innocent child would have been harmed.

This kind of injury would completely destroy the child.

"Whether it's a murderer or a beast, it's judged by its own law, and no one can execute any punishment in place of the law." Zhou Ye glanced at Rong Zhao's wrist again, took out a cartoon-shaped Band-Aid from his pocket, and handed it over, his tone It softened a lot, "The skin is broken."

Rong Zhao didn't answer, and asked Fan Yao for a disinfectant tissue to wipe off: "I didn't think about what to do to him,"

Zhou Ye said in a deep voice: "I'm not joking with you, there will be no next time."

If he hadn't discovered it in time just now, Rong Zhao's head would have been smashed on the anti-theft door by Rong Zhao.

It's okay if it's broken, after all, he himself really wants to beat this beast hard.

But if Wang Shihai was stunned or died, Rong Zhao's life would be over. For such a beautiful woman, it would be over after talking. Isn't it a waste of money?

Zhou Ye is a late stage of color control, according to the beauty level, like Rong Zhao, it belongs to the kind of stunning beauty that easily makes people dizzy.

Rong Zhao lowered his head and wiped the red marks on his wrists with a disinfectant tissue. In fact, there was nothing to wipe, he just didn't want to look up, didn't want to look at anything.

No one in this world understands him anymore, they just look at him like a violent monster.

"Next time," Rong Zhao's shoulders were suddenly held by a pair of warm and dry hands, and the other party rubbed them with moderate strength, before continuing, "Don't be so stupid, just hit the head."

Zhou Ye imparted his experience in a low voice: "Avoid the head, avoid the heart, and pick the connecting points between the joints. Nothing will happen, it hurts and you can't see it."

Seeing Rong Zhao standing still, with his head bowed and not speaking, Zhou Ye softened his heart, and his voice became much softer, with a little helplessness: "I didn't say anything about you just now, did I?"

Rong Zhao threw the disinfectant tissue in his hand into the trash can, looked up at Zhou Ye, his beautiful eyes moved slightly: "Band-aid."

Zhou Ye took it out: "Stretch out your hand, I'll stick it for you."

"No need," Rong Zhao took it over and pasted it up in twos and twos, "The murderer is not him."

Zhou Ye also felt the same way. How could a cowardly, wretched and seemingly mindless person like Wang Shihai commit the heinous 6.12 serial murder case.

It is too high to look at him.

"Team Zhou," the three in charge of the trace inspection rushed over with large and small evidence boxes, and stood at the door wearing disposable gloves and foot covers, "How is the situation inside the house?"

Zhou Ye turned sideways and glanced into the room: "There's nothing apparent on the surface, it's up to you."

The trace inspection conducted a survey of Zhou Shihai's residence inside and out, and every horn and pimple was not missed.

But no physical traces belonging to the victim were found at the scene.

The room was covered with luminol reagent, and there was no expected human blood reaction.

The only fruit knives and kitchen knives that can be used as murder weapons do not match the knife edges found on the bodies of Mi Qiong and Zhao Tian.

All kinds of candid photos stored in Wang Shihai's mobile phone and computer.Photos need to be analyzed and compared.See if any of them belong to Mi Qiong, Zhao Tian and He Yanyan.

At present, the most critical evidence in the hands of the police is the bed sheet bought by Wang Shihai, but turned up in the garbage dump as a shroud.

Wang Shihai's house is so "clean", either the first scene of the crime was not in his house, or the murderer was someone else.

"Drip~woo~~drip~woo~~", the sound of the police siren cut through the sunset, as if torn the sky open, overflowing with large swathes of sunset glow, red, yellow, orange, and gray, filling half of the sky.

Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye sat side by side in the back seat of one of the police cars.

Rong Zhao turned his head to look at the constantly receding scenery outside the car window, and unconsciously touched the Band-Aid on the other wrist with his fingers. His expression was very calm, and he didn't feel the excitement and restlessness when he was trying to catch someone.

Zhou Ye turned his head and looked at Rong Zhao: "People don't get caught in vain, as long as you check along the sheet, you won't be wrong."

Rong Zhao nodded, and the police car turned a corner and drove into another landscape. Here is a large garden, and the pond inside can be seen through the carved wall.

The surface of the river is covered with a large piece of green lotus leaves, high and low, and the clear river water can be seen.Pink and white lotus flowers lie between the lotus leaves and the water, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

Zhou Ye missed this scenery, his eyes were attracted by a kind of beauty.

"Brother Rong," Fan Yao, who was sitting in the front row, took out a handful of orange jelly candies from his pocket, turned his head and said with a smile, "Candy, the little girl gave it to me just now."

Rong Zhao took a look, there was a piece of orange-yellow candy in the shape of an orange wrapped in transparent wrapping paper, it was plump and soft, and a thin layer of white icing sugar was sprinkled on the outside, giving the natural acidity an intoxicating sweetness.

Zhou Ye withdrew his gaze from Rong Zhao and turned to Fan Yao: "Drive well, what are you flirting with?"

Fan Yao, who was sitting in the co-pilot, held up a few candies, confused: "I'm not driving, and I'm not talking nonsense, I'm talking seriously with my brother Rong."

Zhou Ye snorted, and didn't think about the difference between teasing and chatting.Like a robbery on the way, he snatched those few candies from Fan Yao's hand and put them all in his pocket.

Rong Zhao's hand was hanging in the air, and he was about to pick up the candy Fan Yao handed over, when someone stepped in and took it all away.

A hand hung awkwardly in the air.

Zhou Ye took out the candy from his pocket and handed it to Rong Zhao: "Want to eat?"

Rong Zhao withdrew his hand and continued to look at the scenery outside the window: "I don't want to eat anymore."

Zhou Ye peeled one and put it in his mouth: "A man's mind is more fickle than a woman's."

The orange jelly candy melts in the mouth, and the layer inside the orange cake is filled with orange marmalade, which should also have this sweet and slightly sour taste.

Zhou Ye smacked his lips: "It tastes a bit like orange cake."

Rong Zhao turned his head and glanced at Zhou Ye. This look contained a lot, and it can be summed up in one sentence: You still have the face to mention orange cakes.

Zhou Ye touched his nose guiltily: "Do I still owe you 20 yuan, Rongrong?"

Rong Zhao's face turned even darker.

Three police cars drove into the compound, and Zhou Ye led a group of people out of the car and into the City Bureau building.

While waiting for the elevator, a clear female voice stopped Zhou Ye, "Zhou, Zhou Zhou."

"Sister," Zhou Ye turned his head to see Bai Xiaoqing and smiled, "To see Dongzi again?"

Bai Xudong was sent to the tobacco factory where Wang Shihai worked, and he came back earlier than them.

Bai Xiaoqing is Bai Xudong's biological older sister. The siblings are six years older than them.

Bai Xiaoqing loves this younger brother very much. Although she is married and has a small family of her own, she still likes to run to the city bureau every three days, either to deliver food or drink, for fear that her precious brother will be hungry.

Especially in the recent period, she has to come three days out of seven days a week. The wahha AD calcium milk, Wangzai steamed buns, Lay's potato chips, lemon chicken feet, various fruits, and dried meat in the office are all sent by her.

The cannibal's mouth was soft, so everyone followed Bai Xudong and yelled.

Bai Xiaoqing was wearing a wine red shirt today, a long black skirt underneath, the hem of the shirt was tied at the waist, and she was wearing a ponytail.There is a tear mole in the corner of her left eye, like a teardrop about to drip, arousing pity. The three-point smile in her eyes reveals the unique gentleness of Jiangnan women, and her lively personality makes her look gentle and gentle. Sassy.

"We've lost weight every week," Bai Xiaoqing felt sorry for Zhou Ye, pulled him aside, took out 200 yuan from her bag, and secretly stuffed it to him, "Here, my sister gave it to me, at least I'll get through these few days and get through it." to pay wages."

The salary is paid every month, but Zhou Ye's financial situation has not been seen to be any better, only a life that is getting poorer and poorer.

Not only the people inside the public security system in Dongyu City knew that he was poor, but even the family members of the public security knew.

Zhou Ye stuffed the 200 yuan into Bai Xiaoqing's bag: "No need."

With a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived.

"I'm still busy, so I won't say anything," Zhou Ye said casually, "Say hello to brother-in-law for us."

Bai Xiaoqing nodded, turned her head to glance at the police car parked in the yard, and asked before the elevator door closed, "I just saw a man get out of the police car, was that serial murderer caught?"

The author has something to say: Zhou Ye: Rongrong, Rongrong, Rongrong Rongrong.

Rong Zhao: Get lost.