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

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The young man she saw in the sealed album that day was indeed him.

Zhou Lixing's performance is really intriguing.

Since she is the daughter of an old friend, why is she so estranged and shy, and she pretends not to know each other.

But looking at Zhou Lixing's appearance, even if he asked, he couldn't get any answer. Ranbai left carelessly, walked around the villa, and walked into Zhou Jia's room alone.

The door of Zhou Jia's room was ajar, and the decoration inside was gorgeous and flamboyant. Many luxury goods were placed in the room, which really showed the master's high-profile temperament.

The forensic doctor stood at the desk, his porcelain white fingertips slid across the table, and opened the drawer.

But suddenly he heard a hoarse voice behind him.

"Song Forensic Doctor."

Zhou Lixing didn't know when he came over, and stood at the door. Those dark and turbid eyes stared at the forensic doctor's back, and he spoke after a few seconds of silence.

Ranbai turned around, as indifferent as always, looked at Zhou Lixing, "Is something wrong?"

At the moment when the woman turned around, Zhou Lixing saw the familiar and unfamiliar delicate face, but he was much younger than he remembered, and he was in a trance.

It's like...but not like it.

The person in my memory is always gentle and gentle, and treats everyone like that, as if he will never be angry.

But the person in front of him is different, even the exact opposite...

The indifference that strangers should not enter, the arrogance that is almost sharp.

Such contrasting personalities... Is it because of the influence of that incident?

Zhou Lixing involuntarily licked his dry lips, his throat rolled with difficulty, and he looked at the forensic doctor with emotions that others could not understand, like struggle, guilt, and love.

But in the end, he moved his lips and made a faint, almost inaudible voice: "...It's okay."

Ranbai didn't ask, just looked at the drawer indifferently. Apart from those luxurious and delicate jewelry, the existence of the diary was particularly abrupt.

She took it out.

Seeing this, Zhou Lixing smiled helplessly: "Our family has always had the habit of writing a diary, and Jiajia also... writes a diary every day."

But who can imagine.

The diary will stay on that day forever.

The forensic doctor put his fair fingers against the edge of the diary and flipped through two pages. From the diary, he could see Zhou Jia's growth and mood.

The later it gets, the more distorted it gets.

[September 3, sunny.

They all hate it to death,

No one wants to be my friend. Xu Meng's bitch is also, face to face and behind, don't think I don't know!

I met an idiot today, and it's funny how Wei Nuo Nuo is.

I asked Xu Meng to take her to the toilet and strip her clothes off, and see how she collapsed like a pitiful worm hahaha!

That's it for fun.

I'm a little bit happy. 】

[September 7, sunny

Zhao Ying dared to resist me?

It's ridiculous.

A child from a poor family relies on part-time jobs even for living expenses, so what qualifications does he have to start with me? 】

Ranbai roughly read the entire diary.

There are not many records of similar incidents, the most mentioned is Zhao Ying's name, and there are others.

Xu Zelin said before that he met a female classmate named Zhao Mingying.

"Mr. Zhou." Ranbai called out in a calm tone.

Zhou Lixing responded, inexplicably uneasy: "What's wrong?"

The forensic doctor asked, those clear eyes were very deep: "Have you read Zhou Jia's diary?"

"No." After hearing Ranbai's words, Zhou Lixing was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and explained, "Jiajia never let me into her room. Children, they always have their own secrets." He asked tentatively. : "Is there something in the diary?"

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"You can see for yourself." Ranbai didn't say anything and put the diary back in the drawer.

The deceased was still a college student and did not enter the society.

There are not many social circles at ordinary times. Xu Zelin and Ranbai have also been to other places, and there is no other discovery.

It was already dark when the two returned to the police station.

Xu Zelin also read the diary.

have to say.

According to the only clues available now.

Zhao Ying has certain suspicions.

It's not just Zhao Ying, there may be other people who were violently bullied by a small group headed by Zhou Jia.

If you follow this line of thinking, the murderer will not necessarily give up.

People who act with Zhou Jia on weekdays, such as Xu Meng, are also likely to be killed.

This is still a preliminary conclusion, and Xu Zelin will conduct a more detailed investigation in the future.

"It's getting late, you should go back first." He said to Ranbai: "One case after another, there is no time to rest."

The forensic doctor hummed and said in a low voice that you too.

The night is getting dark, and the stars hold the moon.

The autumn wind carries a thin chill.

After leaving the police station, Dianbai drove the car unhurriedly with the windows ajar, and the night wind blew in, ruffled the woman's hair, lining her eyebrows and eyes as picturesque.

Unconsciously,

Dyeing Bai has driven the car to the vicinity of W.R. Fairy Tale.

The cold and abstinent forensic doctor was holding the steering wheel with one hand, and with some casual glances, he could see the dessert shop across the street.

W.R. Fairy Tale.

In the night full of neon lights, only it looks clean and elegant.

Ranbai glanced at it twice, Qing Mo Ling's narrow eyes had no emotion, and he didn't even think about going in, and was about to leave directly.

But without warning, I heard a clear and pleasant voice, with a somewhat playful and lazy smile.

"Since the forensic doctor is here, why don't you go in?"

Dyeing Bai was about to drive for a while.

The tall and tall figure walked towards her step by step against the cold brilliance of the moonlight.

Wei Ran probably just came back from outside and happened to see Dyeing Bai.

As he approached, he leaned sideways against the car door without being unfamiliar, with an indescribably sloppy posture, with long and straight legs.

Wei Ran raised his delicate eyebrows slightly and looked at the person in the driver's seat. His arms were slightly bent, and he casually rested on the edge of the open car window. His hands were slender and beautiful, just like the cold white of the moonlight.

"Why, I miss people when I see things here?" The young man was half-supporting the car window, behind him was a lot of traffic and lights, but it was not as gentle and bewitching as the smile between his eyebrows, the arc of his thin lips, and he laughed in a tone of voice. .

Ranbai glanced at Wei Ran's arm resting lazily on the window, and said lightly, "Take your hand away." The forensic doctor said with a blank expression, "I'll raise the window."

Wei Ran is still wearing a light white windbreaker today, with her arms open. The shirt is clean and snow-white. The style of the windbreaker is different from before. It is long to the knees, and the lines of the long legs are excellent. The shirt buttons are unbuttoned as always. Not very serious, because of the leaning action, you can faintly see the curvature of the concave collarbone, unprovoked charming and sexy, with a low voice: "Miss forensic doctor, is this embarrassed?"

Ranbai narrowed his eyes, and his gaze fell on the young man's collarbone rather lightly.