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Wen Dong subconsciously walked towards the inquiry room.

But before he got there, the strange smell on the tip of his nose suddenly dissipated.

Instead, there is no flavor.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Wen Dong can't smell anymore, but that he doesn't smell anything different from what he had before.

In other words, Yun Xing's sworn brother who was being questioned in the inquiry room at this moment was very calm.

As a result, there is no longer any smell.

Wen Dong unconsciously frowned slightly.

After all, not many ordinary people can sit in a place like the police station and still feel calm, especially if this person is a family member of the victim.

"Teacher Xiaowen," Ji Lin's usual warm and deep voice suddenly rang in his ears, as if he asked casually, "Did you find any problems?"

Wen Dong's footsteps suddenly stopped.

In fact, Ji Lin didn't call him that for a while, because he didn't seem to be using him to do the so-called micro-expression analysis for the city bureau recently.

But now, Ji Lin called him that again.

It's like putting yourself in a lower stance and asking him for advice.

But Wen Dong is very clear that this is just the surface.

Rather than asking for advice, it is more of a temptation.

Wen Dong knew that he was not paying enough attention this time.

When he just smelled that strange smell, he subconsciously asked Tang Chu if someone came to the bureau.

Otherwise, it is difficult to explain the source of this strange smell.

But in fact, this question is very abrupt on the current occasion.

After all, he hadn't even left the door of the hearing room at that time, so he couldn't see the situation outside at all, and there were no other noises outside at that time.

Tang Chu has always been big-hearted. Apart from showing acumen commensurate with his profession when facing crime scenes and suspects, he is always very nervous at other times, so he probably doesn't think there is anything weird about Wen Dong's question.

But Ji Lin is different.

Wen Dong knows very well that Ji Lin's sensitivity is simply an instinct engraved in his bones.

In front of such a person, one must be vigilant all the time, otherwise he may notice something if he is a little careless.

Although Wen Dong does have feelings for Ji Lin that can be called love.

But this does not conflict with him still wanting to hide something from Ji Lin, and Ji Lin also hides something from him.

Wen Dong couldn't help but think, maybe he and Ji Lin are indeed monsters, otherwise, how could people who love each other be like them, who keep each other and dare not be honest, but are willing to accompany each other to death?

Probably because he was silent for too long, Ji Lin called again in a low voice: "Teacher Xiaowen?"

Raising his hand and lightly pressing his temples, Wen Dong turned his head to look at Ji Lin. Not surprisingly, those eyes were still gentle, even revealing a faintly lifelike expression. Ask for advice.

The corners of Wen Dong's lips twitched slightly, and he calmly threw the question back: "Why did Mr. Ji ask such a question? Did you discover something wrong?"

Ji Lin didn't answer immediately, but lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Dong for two seconds.

After a while, the tails of his eyes were slightly curved, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he said nonchalantly and pointedly: "It's nothing, I just think that sometimes Teacher Xiaowen seems to have a very effective sixth sense. "

But when Ji Yan said this, it seemed that he was just saying it casually, he didn't even wait for Wen Dong's answer, and instead walked towards the inquiry room.

Wen Dong stared at his calm profile for a moment, then closed his eyes and followed.

That's the topic for now.

In the interrogation room, opposite the interrogator, sat a young man in his thirties, well-dressed.

He should have been asked about the time of Yun Xing's death and where he was, with a look of reminiscence on his face for a moment, then he raised his eyebrows and said: "I remember, I was eating hot pot with my friends outside at that time. ..”

The criminal policeman frowned, and was about to ask "What kind of hot pot did you eat in the early morning", but before he could open his mouth, the man's tone suddenly became depressed: "Who would have imagined...I would have imagined that I was eating happily at that time Hot pot, my sister...my sister is...so..."

Speaking of this, it seemed that it was difficult to continue, the man suddenly raised his hands to cover his face, buried his head and sighed heavily.

Inquiring outside, Ji Lin gently took off the earphones, tilted his head towards Wen Dong and raised his chin slightly, and asked softly, "Did you see anything?"

Wen Dong carefully discerned the bitter smell coming from the inquiry room at this moment, shook his head, and said truthfully: "Not yet."

Emotions don't lie, men are indeed in pain right now.

But sometimes emotions can deceive people, because even Wen Dong can only distinguish the emotions that come from everyone at the moment, and cannot clearly define the source of emotions.

But at the moment, they really have no reason to doubt and speculate on the victim's family for no reason.

After a pause, Wen Dong asked softly, "What did you see?"

"I haven't seen much for the time being," Ji Lin's lips curled slightly, and he said unhurriedly, "I just feel that Yun Xing, the righteous brother, seems to care about his external image."

After a short pause, Ji Lin raised one hand, pointed at the chest of the man in the room with his slender index finger, and said slowly: "Did you see it? At such a sad moment, he didn't forget to tidy himself slightly The messy shirt, which means that in his subconscious mind, being presentable is a very important thing."

Wen Dong followed Ji Lin's fingers and found that it was indeed the case.

The man covered his face with one hand, raised his other hand to his chest, and was straightening the slight folds of the shirt hem.

The author says:

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