Chapter 1111

The open window blew in a gust of breeze, which wrapped around them for a long time.

The season keeps such action motionless.

For a long time, for a long time.

As long as the sun set, the sinking Twilight shone on his back.

The man's deep facial features were buried in her hand, and his rigid body seemed to be standing as a statue forever.

Suddenly, a husky soft voice sounded in the quiet room:

"... what to do."

"My brother misses you."

The sound was slightly inaudible, as if it were just an illusion.

At the same time, the man's exposed jaw line crossed a drop of crystal clear water, and fell to the ground with a slap, breaking into crystal clear beads.

The door of the anatomy room was knocked again.

"Season team, it's already seven o'clock in the evening."

I have been alone in this room for four hours.

The forensic doctor saw many life and death, but sighed heavily.

"... people can't come back to life after death. I'm sorry for your change."

Season stood up slowly. Because of his long squatting posture, his leg muscles were numb and unconscious. He trembled slightly and almost fell to the ground.

The forensics was quick eyed and held his arm: "are you okay?"

"... nothing."

He shook his head in a hoarse voice.

Forensics: "I will put Master Li's body back in the cold storage room. For such a body, my suggestion is to bury it as soon as possible..."

As a criminal policeman, why don't you know this truth?

He was silent for a long time, and finally nodded gently: "... Wait another day."

Just one day.

………

No one expected that on this extra day, something shocked everyone——

The body is missing.

The body that was put back in the freezer was gone when the forensic opened the cabinet again the next day.

"How could it suddenly disappear? I clearly remember that I locked the door. Moreover, such a body is not suitable to move at all. If you are not careful, the giant view will explode and crack, and rotten meat will splash everywhere. Who can steal the body from the police station unconsciously..."

The forensics looked shocked and paced in place:

"No, I have to see the surveillance video last night."

But the season reached out and stopped him.

"Don't go."

He already had a target in mind.

………

Outside Chen Yu'an's private villa, there was a rush of parking.

Season stopped the car outside the door, reached out and rang the doorbell. It was quiet inside.

Finally, he took out his tools and forced the door.

The villa is very large. It is divided into upper and lower floors. It is empty and there is no one.

But instead of turning around, he walked towards the innermost bedroom.

The bedroom door was not closed. As soon as he approached, he heard a conversation inside.

"... the play my brother broadcast a few months ago won another award."

"The award ceremony is in Ningcheng... It's so far away. My brother refused because he didn't want to go."

"If you think about it, you can go with your brother... Maybe in this way, your brother won't feel far."

Season listened to Chen Yu'an's self-talk. The steps he wanted to go in were nailed to the ground and couldn't open.

Through the slightly opened door, he could see Chen Yu'an holding his sleeve and a clean towel in his hand, wiping his arm for Li Qinian.

His movements were gentle and his mouth was smiling, as if he was not a terrible rotten meat, but a real person.

The young man on the bed has closed eyes, terrible body spots on his face, a pink quilt on his body, and is sleeping on a pink princess bed.

Chen Yu'an reached out to cover her quilt and pinched the tip of her nose:

"... my little princess, you should get up."

The man on the bed closed his eyes and couldn't answer his question at all.

Without an answer, he was not angry, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was more gentle.

"... no matter how long you want to sleep, my brother will wait for you."

His tone was gentle and serious, as if the person opposite was still alive and could listen to him.

The season suddenly lost its strength.

He slid down the wall, slumped on the floor and stared at the floor.

The people in the house continued to talk.

"My brother is going to work. I'll be back with you in another hour."

Chen Yu'an picked up the basin on one side and walked outside. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the season sitting on the ground.

The man's warm black eyes become ruthless, cold and fierce for a second, murderous!!

"What are you doing here?"

His tone was cold.

Season's eyes were scarlet and looked directly into his eyes:

"... Chen Yuan, she's dead."

Chen Yu'an's chest was heavy and his face was stiff for a moment. Then he looked at the season impatiently, with a strong warning in his tone:

"I warn you, you don't want to take her away!"

His sister is his. No one can take her away!

When the season is against him, it is also sprinkling salt on its own wound:

"Even if I don't take her away, how many days do you think the body can be kept?"

"Three days? Five days? Ten days?"

"One day she will stink, turn into a pile of rotten meat, grow black body spots, and attract groups of flies..."

Season here, the tone gradually infected with severe and crazy!

"She loves beauty so much. Why do you make her look like a person without a ghost?!"

While scolding Chen Yu'an, season is also scolding himself.

"Even if she is alive, do you think he would like to see you and a corpse living under the same roof every day!??"

He clenched his fingers into a fist.

"You really love this sister. Why did you go earlier?"

He is not a good brother. Similarly, Chen Yu'an is not qualified.

The man who has always been as gentle as jade is now shrouded in a dark haze.

The corners of Chen Yu'an's mouth closed into a straight line, and the smile on his face finally disappeared.

"Yes, I'm not a good brother."

If he hadn't invited Li Qinian to a variety show, Li Qinian wouldn't have gone to Liangzhou County, met Xiao Lan, or went to a private school. He was killed!!

"I killed her."

The illusion of peace was finally broken. Chen Yu'an was sad at the bottom of his eyes. He sat down decadent and leaned against the corner of the wall like the season. Obviously, he was a living man, but there was no vitality around him.

"... if only I could find something wrong earlier."

"Why should she die, not me... I'm the most damn one."

He has psychological problems. He always knows.

He has the dirtiest dark side. He is the moth of the society. He is the worthless garbage. The person who died should be him, not the glittering teenager on the field!!

He turned to look at the season and suddenly asked seriously:

"... you say, why didn't I die?"