God of unknown origin, please don't ask [criminal investigation]

I'm almost dead, maybe I need someone to accompany me to sleep tonight. "

Wen Xichun resisted the desire to swear, shrank his body hard, and then pushed up again. That's it? He nimbly slipped out of Yao Jingrong's arms, and stepped on Yao Jingrong's arms as if no one else was there. bed.

On the first night at Yao Jingrong's house, Wen Xichun slept on the sofa, and Yao Jingrong was still in the bedroom specially prepared for Wen Xichun? He was plotting the next step.

The next day, in the eyes of all the police officers of the criminal investigation department, the sun came out from the west, and Yao Jingrong and Wen Xichun, who had always been at odds with each other, were sitting in the same car!Appeared together at the gate of the police station!

Even though Wen Xichun was already trying his best to avoid this "annoying man", that person always sneaked closer to him with no skin or face.

As soon as he entered the lobby of the police station, he saw a tall figure surrounded by several small police officers.

Wen Xichun hadn't seen Yun Muyao for a long time, and Wen Xichun almost forgot about this person.

I heard that he was out of the field not long ago, and he seemed to be following the police station in Lin City to assist in the investigation of an extremely unimaginable murder case. This time, it only took half a month to solve the case and returned. The gods and heroes in the minds of the police officers.

Seeing the two people who came in together, Yun Muyao, who was still talking and laughing happily with his colleagues, disappeared in an instant.

He squeezed out of the encirclement of police officers, and walked straight to Wen Xichun, with a warm and gentle smile on his lips:

"Long time no see, how are you doing recently?"

It's strange, if it's just a simple exchange of pleasantries, Wen Xichun doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, and with the inexplicable concern in the latter sentence, the whole sentence reveals a little bit of weirdness.

Wen Xichun nodded, said "um", and bypassed? He went straight into the office.

Looking at Yun Muyao who was still staring at his back in a daze, Yao Jingrong, who has always been only eccentric, sneered from his nose:

"Mind yourself."

****

As soon as Wen Xichun's butt was sitting on the stool, the internal phone in the office rang desperately.

Looking at the familiar number display, Wen Xichun felt uneasy.

Calls from the police station, what? Usually, the police station will call. I also know that it is definitely not a trivial matter like a stolen bicycle or a couple fighting.

Pick up:

"Is it the General Bureau of Criminal Investigation? Can you please send someone over here? Here is a little girl sitting there, crying all the time, feeling mentally abnormal. In her mouth, she keeps talking about killing people. I can't figure out why, I doubt it for a long time. She was terrified."

"I'll be there right away." After hanging up the phone, it blew out of the office like a small whirlwind.

When I came to the lobby, I saw Tong Si still carrying breakfast and chatting enthusiastically with Yun Muyao, so he took it with his hands and pulled it out together.

"Team Wen, at least let me finish eating the buns." Tong Si was dragged and slid, with the breakfast bag stuffed in his mouth, he said indistinctly.

"Where are you going?"

Just two steps away, a gentle male voice came from behind.

Yun Muyao didn't know what? Time followed suit.

"The police station has called. There may be a case. Go and have a look."

"I'm with you." Yun Muyao actually just got off the plane, and he hasn't had time to change his clothes yet.

"No, Tong Si and I are enough."

Although Wen Xichun tried his best to refuse, Yun Muyao seemed not to hear, so he followed.

As soon as he got out of the car and before he entered the police station, he heard a hysterical scream from a woman from inside:

"Say it quickly! What did you see? What?! Why don't you tell the police? They help you!"

What followed was the almost frenzied cries of women:

"Dead! Dead!"