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"I hate his uncle..."

An Baiwei and Lu Zhe haven't come yet, and there are only a few other people in the conference room. Dai Xiaozhou was the last one to see the autopsy report. Is the mother a human?"

Bian Jun frowned: "Don't shake, that picture makes me dizzy."

Jiang Shuo was lying on the conference table with a pale face, searching for jokes on his mobile phone, so that he would not lose his composure and go to the toilet to spit it out.However, when he read the second joke, the twist in his stomach still made him grimace and whisper, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Pushing the door of the conference room, he bumped into Lu Zhe.

Jiang Shuo was stunned, and Lu Zhe was also stunned. In the end, An Baiwei, who was walking behind, calmly relieved the siege: "Why are you staring? Sit down."

Strange to say, such a collision calmed down Jiang Shuo's writhing stomach, and he even quietly said "I'm sorry" to Lu Che happily, but An Baiwei heard it—the captain said without any hostility. Smiling: "It's the first time I've seen someone say I'm sorry and I'm as happy as Chinese New Year."

Jiang Shuo immediately stood there in embarrassment. Lu Zhe patted him on the shoulder and said calmly, "He just likes to joke around. Leave him alone and sit down."

Under everyone's gaze, Jiang Shuo sat on his seat with a flushed face, and subconsciously touched the place that Lu Zhe had photographed just now.

Amber coughed slightly, glanced at the autopsy report waving in Dai Xiaozhou's hand, and asked quite calmly, "Have you read it?"

Everyone nodded obediently, and Lu Zhe glanced at Dai Xiaozhou, who immediately handed over the report like a friend.Lu Zhe couldn't read the words, so he simply looked at the pictures.

Then...he also felt his stomach churning.

An Baiwei continued: "Come on, open-book exam. Jiang Shuo, tell me the cause of death."

Jiang Shuo, who was still immersed in the joy of being in contact with Lu Zhe, was suddenly called upon, and stood up in a panic. He couldn't help but go through the autopsy results he had just seen in his mind, and said falteringly: "Head damage... …intracranial hemorrhage…”

"There was blood on the back of the ax left at the scene. After comparison, it was confirmed that it came from the deceased. The murder weapon has been confirmed." An Baiwei nodded at Jiang Shuo, "What other information did you see?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Jiang Shuo suddenly felt his stomach twist again. He gritted his teeth and swallowed the sour water in his mouth. He tried not to recall those sad pictures, and tried his best to let the black and white words roll in his mind: "In the body Knives...heart, heart..."

In the end, he didn't continue talking. He said sorry with a pale face, and rushed out of the conference room, heading for the bathroom.

Amber clicked his tongue slightly: "The child can't bear it psychologically."

Everyone in the meeting room secretly slandered: I am afraid that only this demon can talk and laugh freely after seeing these anti-human pictures.

The corpse found in the fire at the back of Quehua Mountain was a man with severe burns all over his body. The direct cause of death was a severe blow to the back of the head. In addition, he had 27 stab wounds. Before, that is to say, the deceased was consciously cut 27 times and then died.However, the most incredible thing is that the heart of this corpse has disappeared.

Lu Zhe put down the autopsy report, thinking he didn't need to eat dinner.

"The time of death was from [-]:[-] p.m. on October [-] to [-]:[-] the next day, and it was discovered that it was the early morning of October [-]. However, no useful clues were found from the monitoring...except for Wang Zhuo." Amber Wei Wei spread his hands, "It's gone, do you have anything to say?"

"I think a gang committed the crime." Dai Xiaozhou raised his hand, "I think Wang Zhuo will cut him 27 knives, there must be someone else."

"I think so too." Bian Jun pushed down his glasses, "The deceased has not been claimed so far, nor has he been related to any missing person. When the identity of the deceased cannot be determined, we can only rule out the suspect's motive for killing. , but from Wang Zhuo we can't find any motive for the killing... so I think there is someone else."

Amber asked a question quietly: "Where's the evidence?"

Silent.

"You should have discovered that there are two most puzzling aspects of this case. One is insufficient evidence, and the other is insufficient motivation." An Baiwei stretched out two knuckle fingers and shook them slightly, "I know During the interrogation this morning, you doubted Lan Shaoqi, why did you doubt him? According to you, he acted too calmly and calmly, as if he was acting. But by analogy, if Lan Shaoqi is an elegant acting school Yes, don't you think Zhang Yuzhe is a beast acting school?"

The crowd held their breaths.

"You've been with me for a few years, so don't be too judgmental, especially since you, Dai Xiaozhou, are about to go out and confront someone face-to-face. If he doesn't admit it, will you give him two big mouths?" An Baiwei He named him in a stern tone, "Even if someone admits that he is the murderer, evidence is still needed. Without evidence, no matter how gaudy your words are, you can't convict him."

Lu Zhe twisted his fingers, wanting to smoke.

"Of course, Lan Shaoqi and Zhang Yuzhe must be our primary elimination targets. Cui Ning has people from Yu Feng watching over him, so we don't need to contribute for now." An Baiwei pushed a document in his hand to Bian Jun, " Lu Zhe is in charge of Lan Shaoqi, Bian Jun is in charge of Zhang Yuzhe, and Dai Xiaozhou is always in charge of the two of them. If anything happens, Qi Xiu will take the lead. Qingchun and Xiaowen, you are responsible for reporting the first-hand news from Yu Feng's side at all times , make sure that all information is notified to everyone as soon as possible.”

Jiang Shuo just opened the door and came in with a weak face: "...team, captain, what about me?"

Amber blinked slightly: "You? You stay here with me to drink tea, sort out the clues and suspicious points of this case, and I will teach you step by step."

……

Early the next morning, Lu Che, who hadn't slept all night, staggered and turned over in the sunlight, facing An Baiwei, who had his eyes open.

Lu Zhe: "..."

"I'm not good-looking?" An Baiwei just woke up, her voice was still a little hoarse, with a gentle smile.

"It's okay." Lu Zhe replied sincerely.

Amber raised his hand slightly to stroke the hair hanging in front of his eyes, stretched his waist, and his voice became lazier: "I am so good-looking, you might as well look at me when you can't sleep, maybe which one I fell in love with it."

Lu Zhe didn't know where his confidence came from: "...you think too much."

"Is it hard to fall asleep?" Amber rubbed his eyes slightly and sat up, "Do you hate me?"

Lu Zhe nodded sincerely: "It's hard, I hate it."

Amber couldn't help laughing out loud, but he smiled and felt that he was not feeling well, so he sighed softly: "This is——"

"—for my own good." Lu Zhe took the words, "I know...every time you babble, it's like an old man who quarrels with others while playing chess."

Amber smiled. He reached out to touch Lu Zhe's head. Lu Zhe pulled the quilt over his head and said in a muffled voice, "Hurry up and wash up, you'll be late for work."

"Understood—" Amber Wei finished his long-toned speech, then smiled again, feeling inexplicably emotional, "Sometimes I really feel that I am happier than others, and I can see you every morning when I open my eyes. The girl is beautiful."

These words are rough and disgusting. Normally, Lu Zhe would have kicked him out of bed in distaste, but he wondered if the sun was particularly bright this morning, and his heart warmed up a little. Raising the corners of his mouth, he didn't speak.

The two split up, An Baiwei washed up and went to prepare breakfast, Lu Che went to the small room where the coffin was enshrined after washing, offered incense sticks to Jiang Zhuyuan as usual, said a few words softly, and then exited and talked with An Bai Wei had breakfast together.

An Bowei knew that Lu Zhe didn't like hard-boiled eggs, so he made a special fried egg for him every morning. Two fried eggs, a cup of hot milk, and two slices of fried golden bread were enough to satisfy Lu Zhe's appetite.

While eating, An Baiwei stared at Lu Zhe. Lu Zhe's skin had an unhealthy pallor, which made his eyes as black as ink drops. When Lu Zhe was not hungry, he ate gracefully, sipping small mouthfuls. Li Song, during which the eyelashes were hanging down all the time, casting thin and faint shadows on the face, making people stare involuntarily—but Lu Che felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, and tilted his head: "What are you looking at? "

"Although I said yesterday that Lan Shaoqi should not be so suspicious, I feel that he is quite difficult to deal with." An Baiwei had nothing to say, but actually just wanted to say a few words to Lu Zhe, "What can I do? If you can’t, just get out, Dai Xiaozhou and Qi Xiu will meet you as soon as possible.”

Lu Zhe gave him a strange look: "I am three years old?"

Amber Wei: "..."

Seeing An Baiwei's speechless expression, Lu Zhe's mood suddenly improved, and he even took another fried egg from An Baiwei's place and started to eat, with the corner of his mouth pursed: "Don't worry...you always insist on what you want to do. Don't worry about my principles even if the sky is falling?"

"I'm worried about Lan Shaoqi." An Baiwei pushed the remaining fried egg to Lu Zhe, and said earnestly, "It's fine to spy on the enemy, but don't tear down his company."

Lu Zhe: "..."

He was silent for a while, and looked at An Baiwei seriously: "As long as I am safe, I can do anything to him, right?"

An Bowei instinctively sensed a hint of danger: "Don't mess around, you."

"I don't mess around." Lu Zhe poked the fried egg on the plate with his chopsticks, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to ask anything through a simple conversation... If necessary, I will take other measures."

Amber paused for a moment, and finally nodded, with a slightly playful smile: "It's up to you, you make the decision...my vice-captain."

Lu Zhe poked a hole in the fried egg with his chopsticks, raised his head to look at An Baiwei expressionlessly, and responded positively to his teasing for the first time: "Disgusting."