The Third Thousand Three Hundred and Fifty-Six Chapters Forensic Adults, Please Arrest (Thirty-Eighth)

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"It's not that you don't want to kill, it's that Qin Ruiqi doesn't want to kill."

Qin Luoxiang heard the forensic doctor calmly say: "I don't want to, and also--" After a short pause, the forensic doctor said in a gentleman's tone, "I don't want to."

"Impossible!!" Qin Luoxiang just thought it was absurd, Qin Ruiqi would be reluctant to Song Miaoyun, how could it be possible? ! It's simply Song Bai's nonsense!

Ranbai didn't care about Qin Luoxiang's refutation, and just said: "Your nephew and the daughter of the Song family are not wishful thinking, but mutual love."

The forensic doctor asked patiently:

"Surprise?"

Maybe this love is too small to be noticed.

But Qin Ruiqi will understand sooner or later.

Qin Luoxiang did not hesitate to give up himself to keep Qin Ruiqi, on the one hand because Qin Ruiqi was his nephew, on the other hand, he also hoped that Qin Ruiqi could kill the Song family daughter for him.

But Qin Luoxiang would not have thought that what was even more unacceptable was—

Qin Ruiqi would like Song Miaoyun.

Qin Luoxiang was in a trance for a while, and he couldn't stop muttering to himself, vehemently denying: "Impossible...Impossible..."

It's ridiculous.

Totally impossible.

All that needs to be said has been said.

There is no need to stay and waste time in whitening.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at the watch buckled on her white wrist. The delicate silver-white watch reflected a slightly cold blue light, which was projected in her pupils, still as deep as a cold pool.

"I hope you like this story." She stood up calmly, with a cold and noble temperament, like a cedar and winter cypress.

The words fell, the forensic doctor turned his face indifferently, turned to leave, his back was straight and arrogant, and he was always solemn.

in the interrogation room,

Qin Luoxiang was the only one left, mad and insane.

After Ranbai came out of the interrogation room, he walked through the cold corridor of the police station and returned to his office.

She just pushed open the door and went in, when she saw the scene in front of her unexpectedly, and paused for a while.

In the cool and solemn office, the lights were turned on by someone unknown, and the warm light shrouded the interior, casting a quiet light and shadow, adding a third of warmth to the original rigorous and cold office without a trace of humanity, which was incompatible with the deep cold night outside the window.

On the clean and tidy desk, there is a box of desserts in the center. The delicate and dreamy packaging looks like a beautiful fairy tale, and a faint sweetness permeates the air.

The forensic doctor narrowed his eyes. Facing this unexpected and abnormal scene, he had no mood swings.

Indifferently walked over and stopped at the desk.

Her eyes drooped slightly, and she looked at the box of desserts tepidly.

The W.R. Fairy Tale logo is in it.

At the first sight of Ranbai, he guessed who it came from.

After all, no one could do it except that person.

She paused, turned and walked out.

Lights shine in the office.

Against the back of the forensic doctor who is drifting away, he is thin but lonely.

It was already late at night, and because of the case, the police station had been working overtime.

The night wind was rustling, and the branches and leaves swayed left and right in the middle of the night, making rustling sounds, and the dark night filled the air.

A tall and straight figure leaned lazily under the tree trunk, and the shadows cast by the mottled patches just shrouded him, like a blood-sucking nobleman from the ancient century.

An upright attitude.

The contours of the side face are clean and clear, delicate and cold white, the long eyelashes drooping down the radian are seductive, the thin chains hanging from the golden eye sockets reflect the cold silver luster in the moonlight, and it appears three hazy in the middle of the night. The illusion that people seem to be close at hand but out of reach.

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Like the wind that slips through your fingers, no matter how you catch it, you can't catch it.

An ethereal presence.

Ranbai stood outside the police station, a few steps away from the youth, and stopped.

The moon was as cool as water, and her eyes were also cold, as if the broken snow in winter fell on Wei Ran's body.

The man also noticed her and raised his eyes slowly.

Under the gentle and elegant gold-wire glasses, there are clear light brown eyes, and a few strands of cold and bright moonlight are hidden in his eyes, which are beautiful like amber.

From the first sight of Wei Ran, Dianbai knew that his eyes were beautiful and seductive.

It's a pity that he always has a three-point indifference and indifference, even when he is chatting and laughing, he can't hide the innate sense of distance.

After seeing the dyed white, Wei Ran gently hooked on her thin lips that were bewitched by the color, and pulled out a dashing lazy smile.

Ranbai glanced at it, walked over, and said in a calm and meaningful tone: "The store manager's news is quite well-informed."

"It's not worth mentioning." Wei Ran said lazily, he stood up calmly, and Yazheng was abstinent again, "But—" The young man smiled, his tone was a little frivolous, "I still want to congratulate us. The forensic lord solves the case."

Wei Ran's figure was outlined and colored by ink, and it became clearer and clearer in the dyed white eyes. It was really the skin of a god. He whispered with a smile: "Have you gotten off work?"

"how."

"Send the forensic doctor home." Wei Ran said it as it should be, without any pause, as if it were only natural, "Miss forensic doctor has been working hard these days."

The shadows of the trees swayed and swayed, shrouding the two people in them, and the bright moonlight was soft and smashed between the man's eyebrows.

Wei Ran accompanies Ranbai to retrieve the box of desserts, and the two walk side by side in the police station.

Xu Zelin, who was about to leave just now, saw such a scene, his mouth twitched slightly, staring at the slender and noble young man.

How! What! again! again! again! Yes! he!

What the hell is this.

This time, the store manager came in with their team's forensic doctor, so he couldn't afford it.

Xu Zelin clicked his tongue.

Ranbai took the dessert and locked the door of the office. As if she suddenly remembered something, she asked in a low voice, "How did you get into the police station?"

Wei Ran leaned lazily to the side, and Yan Siwen was very indifferent, splashing ink all over his body, and for a moment he looked like a gentle gentleman in an ancient painting.

After hearing such a question from the forensic doctor, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows and smiled casually. Those deep eyes with a bit of interest stared straight at the forensic doctor. He was not in a hurry and his voice was deliberately suppressed. It was a little lower, and his voice was clear and magnetic, like a ritual music played in a church. There was a bit of an ambiguous illusion. He only heard him say, "Guess the forensic doctor?"

"It's not a legitimate act." The forensic doctor turned around and walked out, and said indifferently: "What's worth guessing."

"Don't." Wei Ran laughed lazily, the ending sounded like a small hook. He said it without any guilt, with a smile on his lips: "I am very disciplined and law-abiding."

The medical examiner ignored him.

Walking out of the police station, the young man very gentlemanly opened the passenger's door to Ranbai. The real noble, after seeing the woman entering, turned around and walked towards the driver's seat. He leaned lazily on the back of the seat, stepped on his long legs at will, and the lines were straight and superior. , Slightly bends in the car and can't stretch, it seems a bit aggrieved.

Wei Ran's fingers rested on the steering wheel, and he tapped lightly twice. He supported his beautiful jaw, tilted his head slightly, looked at Yanbai, stretched out his fingers, and said with a smile, "Seat belt."