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In the Forensic Department of the Third Branch Bureau, due to the negligence in the autopsy report, Yin Zhou later informed Chu Xingmu of the investigation results. It was not the branch forensic doctor who tampered with the autopsy report, but Liu Ziyi, the assistant of the branch forensic doctor. As for why he changed the autopsy report, they still wondered During the investigation, Liu Ziyi was still in the intensive care unit, so it was inconvenient to answer Chu Xingmu's questions, so Chu Xingmu and Tang Zhe started with the branch forensic doctor and asked some things about Liu Ziyi.

Tang Zhe asked: "Is there anything unusual about Liu Ziyi during this time?"

The forensic doctor said: "Nothing unusual."

"Then who does he usually contact with?"

"Follow us during working hours, but you won't know after get off work."

"Did you write the autopsy report yourself?"

"Yes, he sealed it in the end."

The forensic doctor sat on the chair calmly, and answered Tang Zhe's questions seriously and expressionlessly. Chu Xingmu sat aside, crossing his legs and rubbing his chin, listening to Tang Zhe and the forensic doctor's quick questions and answers.

Although Tang Zhe had questioned many criminal suspects, he was a little nervous to ask these questions face to face with his colleagues, especially in the face of the stern forensic doctor who was a bit taller than him. Tang Zhe glanced at Chu Xingmu from time to time, but Chu Xingmu didn't talk to him the meaning of.

"Okay, the quick question and answer is over, let's get to the point." Chu Xingmu put his legs down and sat upright. Tang Zhe looked at the forensic doctor with some embarrassment.

The forensic doctor asked Chu Xingmu: "Then what else does Team Chu want to ask?"

Chu Xingmu smiled and said, "Let's ask something other than work. Team Yin must have told you, Liu Ziyi, this kid, has committed a big taboo, and the consequences of falsifying the autopsy report are very serious."

"He has been my assistant for more than a year. He is very self-motivated. He is a good seed. I originally intended to take him along and gradually let him touch some important links. He has done a good job. As for why he secretly changed the autopsy report, I want to know more than you." Although this forensic doctor is not as perverted as Han Yang, he is very result-oriented, has a strong sense of responsibility, and strives for perfection. In this respect, Liu Ziyi is very similar to him. He has painted a stain on his forensic career, and even discredited the profession of forensic medicine.

Some of the deceased were not cared for during their lifetime, and could not be prosecuted after death, so forensic doctors became their messengers.

Chu Xingmu felt that this was all the forensic doctor knew, and his devotion to work was no less than that of Han Yang, and it might be counterproductive to ask him to focus on things other than work.

Chu Xingmu asked again: "Has Liu Ziyi made any mistakes in work during this period?"

"No."

"Is there anything at home? For example, do you need to leave early?"

The forensic doctor thought for a while and replied: "His mother is not in good health and has just had an operation."

"Is the surgery expensive?"

"I asked him, and he said he could afford it. He is very strong and rarely asks others for help. I once offered to lend money to his mother for surgery, but he refused."

"Then, when you sorted out Huang Qing's belongings, did he have a medicine bottle? Clopidogrel." Tang Zhe asked immediately.

The forensic doctor lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then shook his head and replied: "Except for the stomach, he doesn't have any drugs on him, and what remains in the stomach is not clopidogrel, but an antidepressant benzodiazepine."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, we'll contact you if you have any questions." Chu Xingmu stood up and shook hands with the forensic doctor politely.

The forensic doctor said: "It should be."

After coming out of the forensic department, Tang Zhe walked a few steps and said, "I think this forensic doctor is a bit strange."

"Want to know why?" Chu Xingmu asked.

Tang Zhe immediately asked with an expression of thirst for knowledge, "Why?"

"He is angry, and he doesn't want us to see that he is angry. Liu Ziyi changed the results of his autopsy report and sent the wrong autopsy report to me. A workaholic will not allow such a big mistake in his work. "

"Captain Chu." When the two walked to the office, Yin Zhou walked over.

Chu Xingmu stopped, turned to look at Tang Zhe, and said, "Captain Yin is here, if you have any questions, you can ask him directly."

Yin Zhou heard Chu Xingmu's words, approached and said: "This incident was our mistake, and the third branch will fully cooperate with the investigation of Huang Qing's death case."

Chu Xingmu rolled his eyes, and said: "Since Captain Yin has spoken, let you leave the work of investigating the perpetrators, and you are more clear about your territory."

Yin Zhou smiled slightly: "This is what it should be."

Wen Ti was lying on the sofa, playing with a small medicine bottle in her hand, throwing it up and catching it, her slightly long bangs blocked half of his face, her hair and eyelashes were tangled together, Wen Ti blinked and sat up, he Glancing at the messages on the phone, he cleared the text messages in the inbox.

He was in his own residence, he had his own house after he came out of the mental hospital, and he hadn't let anyone come here for so many years except for the cleaning servants. As for going home, it was just like a routine.

Wen Ti didn't inform anyone, and went out after putting away the medicine bottle. This time, he didn't drive the red 911 that was ostentatious, but drove an SUV that Wen Xiangqin had driven.

When he arrived at the company, the front desk staff did not stop him. He went up to the 29th floor without any hindrance. Wen Ti attracted attention wherever he went. He was young and handsome, with a pleasant smile, elegant demeanor and gentle tone. A stranger who had met him commented on him. Of course, news of Wen Ti's mental illness has long been spread in the company, but this does not prevent Wen Ti from continuing to enjoy everyone's superficial pursuit.

Chu Xingmu asked Wen Xiangqin to show his alibi again on the night of the 17th, which is why Wen Xiangqin called Wen Ti over.

Wen Ti is not penniless. He still has a vacancy for the general manager. If he is willing, the general manager's office will be open. If he is not willing, that office will not be closed. His position and power are not at the same time. Well, apart from Wen Xiangqin, there are many senior executives in the group who don't want a mental patient to have anything to do with the group.

Wen Ti walked all the way, and everyone greeted him. He nodded and responded with a calm and elegant gait. When he reached the door of the office, he turned around and went to the secretary's desk. Question: "Mr. Wen, do you need anything?"

Wen Ti leaned her upper body slightly, smiled, and asked softly, "Is there no one else inside?"

Secretary Xu took a deep breath, shook his head, and said, "No."

Wen Ti said thank you, and then opened the door and went in. Secretary Xu looked around for a while, and sat back in his seat.

"Go to the Public Security Bureau in the afternoon." Seeing Wen Ti come in, Wen Xiangqin said directly.

"To help you testify?"

"It's just restoring the truth." Wen Xiangqin looked at Wen Ti displeased.

"Take your things away and dirty my car." Wen Ti's tone was not dissatisfied, he put the medicine bottle in his hand on Wen Xiangqin's table, and after seeing the medicine bottle, Wen Xiangqin thought of Chu Xingmu What I said to him.

Wen Ti found a medicine bottle on the back seat of that SUV, which is a kind of medicine for treating heart disease. The SUV that Wen Xiangqin drove on the night of the 17th belonged to Wen Ti.

The senior management of the Wen Group wished that Wen Ti could just be an idle rich second generation, because they found that although Wen Ti was mentally ill, normal people would stay away from him because of his talent. He will raise objections, as long as Wen Ti is obedient, he can do anything.

In the afternoon, Wen Ti promised to go to the Public Security Bureau. Before that, Chu Xingmu received a call from a bicycle shop. Chu Xingmu glanced at Qi Shaocheng, and Qi Shaocheng looked at Chu Xingmu eagerly. The meaning was very clear. He doesn't want to take the bus anymore, he wants to ride his precious bicycle to travel freely, because of the case before, everyone was busy all day, Qi Shaocheng didn't have much time to talk to Chu Xingmu about the bicycle, Chu Xingmu I always think about paying him a bicycle when I have time, because every time Qi Shaocheng looks at him, he looks like a resentful man.

Chu Xingmu moved back the bicycle, and called Qi Shaocheng out by the way. When they saw the car, their eyes widened, because this bicycle was exactly the same as the one that was damaged, except that it was new and old.

"Boss, are you so caring?" Qi Shaocheng looked at Chu Xingmu in shock and asked.

Qi Shaocheng's bicycles are still old-fashioned, with girders, mountain bikes are popular now, and this kind of girders are old objects and antiques, and it is difficult to buy them in the market.

Chu Xingmu’s old face was gone, “That’s right, the car is exactly the same, hurry up and carry your shiny precious bicycle to investigate the case!”

Qi Shaocheng was overjoyed. He couldn't put it down when he touched the new bicycle. He even rode it around the yard for a few laps. Except for the feeling that it was not right, he was impeccable in other aspects. Chu Xingmu thought for a long time who would pay for it. bicycle?After much deliberation, he only thought of one person, and that was Wen Xiangqin.

Wen Ti's arrival made Chu Xingmu very angry. When Chu Xingmu saw Wen Ti, there was an idea in his mind, why did this well-dressed bastard rich second generation come?

Wen Ti's performance this time is quite different from what Chu Xingmu saw last time. She is well-dressed and smiling, like a well-mannered upper class. It is the first time that Chu Xingmu has seen such a well-dressed man in a suit. Child, Chu Xingmu is nearly ten years older than Wen Ti, and Wen Ti is just a little kid in his eyes.

There were few people in the reception hall, and there were even few windows where there was no one. When they saw Wen Ti coming in, everyone looked at him in unison, as if they thought this person was very familiar, maybe because he was really very familiar in the crowd. Outstanding, or he looks like a male model on the cover of some magazine.

A few minutes later, Wen Ti, Chu Xingmu, and Qi Shaocheng sat in the same room.

"You said you came to be a witness, what to prove?" Qi Shaocheng asked Wen Ti with a pen.

Wen Ti said: "Wen Xiangqin was with me all the time on the night of the 17th."

Qi Shaocheng glanced at Chu Xingmu, Chu Xingmu signaled him to continue asking, while he himself observed Wen Ti, even though Chu Xingmu's probing eyes were very straightforward, Wen Ti was not moved.

"Where were you on the night of the 17th? Who else can testify?" Qi Shaocheng continued to ask.

"Jiang Fu, the owner of Jin'an Ballroom, and two friends of Wen Xiangqin."

"what is it call?"

"Xu Ruolin, Yuan Ruchen, Wen Xiangqin arrived at Jin'an at twelve o'clock. He was in Jin'an all the time before I left, and no one else looked for him during that time."

"When did you leave Jin'an?"

"04:30 in the morning."

Qi Shaocheng thought, since Wen Xiangqin did have an alibi during those five hours, then Wen Xiangqin should have nothing to do with the case.

Qi Shaocheng looked at Chu Xingmu, and found that the other party was looking at Wen Ti with Erlang's legs crossed and his chin rubbing, just like seeing the forensic doctor in the morning.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Wen Ti smiled, "If not, I have something else to do, let's go first."

Qi Shaocheng said there was nothing wrong, but asked Wen Ti to leave his contact information and address. When Wen Ti got up to leave, Chu Xingmu suddenly stopped him.

"Wait." Chu Xingmu stood up.

Wen Ti turned to look at Chu Xingmu, and asked without changing expression: "What else?" His expression seemed to completely forget that the person he bumped into that day was Chu Xingmu.

"Are you sure you testified while awake?" Chu Xingmu asked suddenly, and Chu Xingmu's eyes were fixed on Wen Ti.

Wen Ti narrowed her eyes imperceptibly, and replied calmly: "That depends on whether you believe what the mental illness says."

Wen Ti never shy away from telling people that she is mentally ill.