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The police investigation started again because of the murder.

Ling Yao seemed to be stimulated by the photo just now, and from the initial fear and fright, he became completely unresponsive.

At this moment, he only knew to keep his head down, letting the black hair that had not been trimmed during this period grow a lot, completely covering his face and eyes.

The death-like silence, even the movement of breathing is so subtle, as if the life and death of these people has nothing to do with him, and they can't affect him at all, disturbing the peace of his world.

A young police officer with a pen next to him frowned and pushed his shoulder impatiently, trying to bring him back to his senses.

He is still waiting to make the first record, why this person started to pretend to be dead.

"Hey, I said you didn't respond at all? Now we wonder if it has something to do with you—"

After speaking, he looked Ling Yao up and down, and had his own thoughts in his mind.

The young and thin prisoner in front of him had just entered the prison, and there were many strange things about him.

For example, I am in a prison cell and no one else lives with him. If I ask other prison guards, they don't know.

Only when I asked the warden did I get an answer, saying that it was the instructions from above, and they had to arrange it this way, which was ambiguous anyway.

Let's make a suspicious point for now, because they haven't found out who is behind Ling Yao.

But if there is, they can't investigate this matter any further.

He has never been in contact with other prisoners. He is always alone in the surveillance, and spends the rest of his time in that empty cell. It is impossible for him to hug the thigh of a big brother in the prison.

He himself had a gentle and thin appearance, and a serious illness after entering the prison made him even thinner. He couldn't even do simple manual work, let alone kill people.

Most importantly, his motive for killing could only be because the bald head pushed him, but such a motive is too obvious, and no one would commit such a stupid crime.

And during this period of time, he was strictly controlled in the infirmary, watched by a bunch of surveillance cameras, so he had no chance of committing a crime.

Several police officers also thought of this one after another, and the more they thought about it, the more mysterious they became, but they had no choice but to question Ling Yao first.

Their constant interrogation caused Ling Yao's already better brain to start to have a splitting headache, and the several figures in front of him gradually began to split and turned into dense shadows.

Ling Yao lived up to expectations and passed out again.

The policemen looked at each other helplessly and eagerly wanted to ask questions, but they could only call the ambulance personnel quickly. This sudden situation brought their work to an end.

The young policeman called Xiao Zhang leaned close to the leader and whispered, "Leader, those people usually bully new prisoners, maybe who took the opportunity to kill them?"

The person known as the team leader nodded, and looked at Ling Yao impatiently, thinking that something happened to him at this juncture.

Although the possibility of this is not small, they have no way to find it. They can only find the nearest Ling Yao to get clues. As long as Ling Yao admits that he did it, they can close the case without procrastinating.

They are all waiting for a promotion and desperately need to solve another case in exchange for this opportunity.

If they were delayed by this uncooperative prisoner, they would have to find another way to solve the case as quickly as possible.

It wasn't until midnight that Ling Yao woke up in the cool breeze.

It was dark all around, and people who were an eyesore were no longer around.

He who was alone again felt desolate.

He suddenly felt that even if he was surrounded and interrogated, at least he was not alone.

But the quilt that was supposed to be warm became full of coolness, Ling Yao shivered, pulled the quilt tightly, and wrapped himself up completely.

His ward was not a single room, and the prison guard had only said that there was a shortage of beds two days ago, but why was he the only one in the huge ward at this time?

Even though he couldn't see his fingers, Ling Yao still kept his eyes wide open in the darkness, trying to perceive something from the nothingness.

He shrieked and curled himself under the covers from head to toe as a kiss fell on the cheek.

The cold touch on the cheeks seemed to still clearly remain, Ling Yao frantically wiped his cheeks clean.

This almost masochistic action was quickly stopped.

Fortunately, he was not persecuted again, but the trembling quilt and people were still hugged into one embrace.

A very soft sigh came, Ling Yao's body temperature dropped suddenly, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his back.

He knew that Zhang Fan was here.

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