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The forensic doctor pronounced the time of her death as past five past three in the morning.

"Death was caused by mechanical suffocation." The beautiful female forensic doctor took off her mask and stood beside the captain. After she finished her report, she said with a playful smile, "Captain, did you eat 'Luji Mantou' this morning?"

The captain wiped his mouth subconsciously, and smiled wryly: "How did you see that?"

The female forensic doctor smiled triumphantly: "I am the roundworm in your stomach."

The police officer on the side interrupted the conversation between the two with a dark face: "In front of the dead, don't smile. This is disrespect for the dead."

The female forensic doctor stuck out her tongue at the captain, and the captain smiled: "It deserves it."

Then he became serious and knelt down to look at the corpse.

This is a very beautiful corpse. Obviously, the deceased had been well-groomed before death. There were purple strangle marks on her neck. It was obvious that she was strangled to death with a long strip of soft substance. Homicide?It seems that it is mostly love killing.

"It's not love killing." The deep voice made people feel that he was very tired, but no matter how tired he was, he would never let go of a murder case. He seemed to have an obsession with such things beyond ordinary people, no matter where it happened in Xicheng City He will rush to the scene as soon as possible in case of murder.

Du Feifei knew him.

"Lu Yuanshan."

As the name suggests, Lu Yuanshan gives people a feeling of looking at the mountains from afar. He is obviously by your side, but it feels far away. There are obviously many people taller than him in the world, but it makes you feel that there is no one anymore. taller than him.

"It's me." Nodding to Captain Du Feifei, the man squatted down, his cold eyes suddenly enlarged, and the corners of his mouth showed a charming arc. At this moment, in front of his eyes, the deceased was no longer just like a corpse. Simple, he seemed to have seen the most precious treasure in the world, and even his indifferent eyes suddenly smiled.

"Boring." He stood up again and patted Du Feifei's shoulder: "I know who the murderer is."

He confidently glanced at the crowd outside the gymnasium. Du Feifei was about to ask him who the murderer was, but the police officer who interrupted his conversation with the female forensic doctor interrupted his conversation again: "Who are you? A People over there presumptuously say that this is the scene of the crime, and anyone who has nothing to do with it should leave quickly." He said it very politely, if it was in private, he would use the concise and concise word "scroll".

The man looked at the police officer curiously, as if there were not many people in Xicheng City who didn’t know him. Of course, he didn’t know many people in Xicheng City, so he just glanced at the police officer, then looked away and continued: "The murderer was her English teacher."

After he finished speaking, he straightened his suit and walked away.

The way he adjusts his suit is impeccable, but his raised feet seem to be a bit of a fly in the ointment, and the way of walking with a splayed figure is undoubtedly the fatal injury to his beautiful figure, even with a pair of long legs.

"Who is he?" The police officer had no choice but to ask Du Feifei.

Du Feifei looked defeated by you: "Deputy Director, you just transferred to our Xicheng City. You don't know that he is Lu Yuanshan."

The police officer's eyes had reached the limit when he heard the word "Lu Yuanshan", and he was about to burst into blood at any moment. At the same time, his feet began to tremble involuntarily. City, you must be careful alone."

"Lu Yuanshan."

The police officer dismissed it, and even left the words behind when he left the secretary's office. He finally became the deputy director with the help of others and the bribe of his wife. How could he be afraid of an ordinary person?

"He has dismissed four bureau chiefs and sent five secretaries to spend the rest of their lives in prison."

When he heard this sentence, his whole body started to tremble. He just took office yesterday and he hadn't had time to visit the most legendary figure in the western city. He was deeply desperate for his words and deeds just now, and he could be more polite.

"It is rumored that he founded his own company when he was 20 years old. The company went public at the age of 25, and his net worth jumped to 30 billion. His father was Lu Qunzhong, secretary of the Xicheng Municipal Party Committee, and his mother was Sun Yue, a famous artist, but ten years ago.

As soon as Jane rolled up her sleeves, she wanted to rush up to that man and give him a stick, but there was still someone who dared to slap Yang Shulin. Slapping him was equivalent to slapping herself, and she couldn't bear it.

"Forget it, I don't know anyone."

"You are still not a man, you are so cowardly after being beaten!" Jian Yi became more and more annoyed, so she took out her mobile phone and wanted to call a few "brothers" she met in the downtown streets of Xicheng City.

Yang Shulin quickly snatched his mobile phone: "Don't worry, I did hit him, and he was right to hit me."

"Did you get fooled by him?"

He doesn't seem to be a student of St. Lucis University, but now that he thinks about it, he should be 30 years old, right?Even if it was just a hasty meeting, it seemed that they had known each other for a long time in Yang Shulin's mind.In fact, men also like to look at handsome guys, especially men with low self-esteem. When they look at men who are excellent in all aspects, they will always imagine that they are the same. How good would it be?

But reality is often cruel, and the beauty of human fantasy will always only exist in others.

Seeing that Yang Shulin was in a daze again, Jian Yi sighed: "Haven't you come out yet?"

"Going out of what?" Yang Shulin raised his head cutely, with a dazed expression on his face.

Jian Yi shut up, he thought it was the best choice not to speak now, otherwise he would be pissed off!

The classes of art students are usually arranged in the afternoon. Yang Shulin didn’t wake up until noon the next day, and his roommates had already gone to the cafeteria to eat. He took out his mobile phone and wanted to check Weibo, but someone sent him a text message. It was a stranger number.

"At three o'clock in the afternoon, the school's 'Silence and Silence' cafe, see you there."

who can that be?

Yang Shulin replied: "Okay." Never mind, won't you know when the time comes?