Chapter 3353

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

Qin luoxiang heard the forensic calmly say: "I don't want to, but also --" after a little pause, the forensic tone was gentleman: "I can't bear it."

"Impossible!!" Qin luoxiang just feels ridiculous. Qin Ruiqi will not give up song Miaoyun. How can it be?! Song Bai is talking nonsense!

Ranbai didn't care about Qin luoxiang's retort, but said: "your nephew and the daughter of the Song family are not wishful thinking, but happy with each other."

The medical examiner asked patiently:

"Surprise."

Maybe this love is too small to be noticed.

But Qin Ruiqi will understand sooner or later.

Qin luoxiang didn't 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's daughter for him.

But Qin luoxiang wouldn't think of it, and what's more unacceptable is——

Qin Ruiqi will like song Miaoyun.

Qin luoxiang was in a trance for a few minutes. He couldn't help muttering to himself, trying to deny: "impossible... Impossible..."

That's ridiculous.

It's impossible.

Everything that should be said has been said.

Dyeing white has no need to stay and waste time.

She looked down at the watch buckled on her white wrist. The silver and exquisite watch reflected a slightly cold blue light, which was still as deep as a cold pool in her pupils.

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

The voice fell, and the forensic doctor turned away with a indifferent face. His back was straight, cold and arrogant, always solemn.

In the interrogation room,

Qin luoxiang was left alone, crazy and confused.

After coming out of the interrogation room, dye Bai walked through the cold corridor of the police station and returned to his office.

She just pushed the door in and saw the picture in front of her unexpectedly. She paused a little.

In the cool and solemn office, the light is turned on by no one. The warm light envelops the room and casts a quiet light and shadow. It adds three points of warmth to the original rigorous and cold office without any human touch, which is 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 exquisite and dreamy packaging is very like a beautiful fairy tale, with a few sweets in the air.

The forensic doctor narrowed his eyes. In the face of this unexpected and abnormal scene, there was no emotional fluctuation. He walked indifferently and stopped at his desk.

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

W. R. the symbol of fairy tale is among them.

At the first sight, ranbai guessed who made it.

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

She paused, turned and went out.

The lights are shining in the office.

Against the background of the forensic, thin but lonely.

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

The night wind rustled, the branches and leaves shook left and right in the middle of the night, making a rustling sound, and the dark night was filled with air.

A tall figure leaned lazily under the tree trunk, and the mottled shadows just shrouded him, like a blood sucking aristocrat from the ancient century.

Elegant and upright.

The side face lines are clean and clear, delicate and cold white, and the radian of long eyelashes is attractive. The thin chain falling from the golden eye socket reflects the silver cold luster in the moonlight, and appears three hazy implications in the middle of the night, which always gives people the illusion that they are close at hand but out of reach.

Like the wind slipping through your fingers, you can't catch it.

An ethereal sense of existence.

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

The moon is as cool as water, and her eyes are also cool. It seems that broken snow drifts in winter and falls on Wei Ran.

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 several wisps of cool and bright moonlight are hidden in his pupils, beautiful like amber.

From the first sight of Wei Ran, ran Bai knew that his eyes were very beautiful and attractive.

But it's a pity that it is always indifferent with a third of affection and righteousness. Even when talking and laughing, it can't cover up the innate sense of distance.

After seeing dyed white, Wei Ran gently hooked the thin lips bewitched by Fei ran and pulled out a few romantic and lazy smiles.

Dyed white looked at it for two times and walked over with a calm tone. "The store manager is very well informed."

"It's not worth mentioning." Wei Ran said lazily. He calmly straightened up, elegant and abstinent, "but --" the young man smiled with an indescribable frivolity, "I still want to congratulate our forensic adult on solving the case."

Wei Ran's figure was outlined and colored by ink, and became more and more clear in his white eyes. It was really a divine skin bag. He whispered with a smile: "are you off work?"

"Why?"

"Send the forensic doctor home." Wei Ran said it's right, without a pause, as if it's natural. "It's hard for the forensic little sister these days."

The shadow of the tree swayed and shrouded the two people. The bright moon's light was soft and crumpled between the man's eyebrows and eyes.

Wei Ran accompanied ranbai to turn back and take the box of dessert. They walked side by side in the police station.

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

What! What! Again! Again! Again! Yes! He!

What is this indissoluble bond.

This time, the store manager followed their team's chief medical examiner in and couldn't provoke him.

Xu Zelin tutted.

Ranbai took the dessert and locked the door of the office. She seemed to suddenly remember something. Her voice was very weak and asked, "how did you get into the police station?"

Wei Ran leaned lazily to one side. Yan Siwen was indifferent and full of ink splashing. For a moment, he looked like a gentle gentleman in ancient paintings.

After hearing such a question from the medical examiner, Wei Ran picked up the tip of his eyebrows and smiled carelessly. His deep eyes were full of interest. He stared at the medical examiner straightly. He was not in a hurry. His voice was deliberately lowered. The sound line was clear and magnetic, like the ritual music played in the church. There was a bit of ambiguous illusion. He only heard him say, "medical examiner, guess?"

"It's not a legitimate act," the forensic turned away and said indifferently, "what's worth guessing."

"Don't." Wei Ran smiled lazily. The ending sound was like a small hook. He said without guilt. The corners of his lips were still smiling: "I abide by the law very much."

The medical examiner ignored him.

Out of the police station, the young man opened the co pilot's door to ran Bai very gentlemanly. The real aristocrat turned to the direction of the driver's seat after seeing the woman go in. He leaned lazily against the back of the chair and trampled on his long legs at will. The lines were straight and superior. He was slightly bent and couldn't stretch in the car, which showed a little injustice.

Wei Ran casually put his fingers on the steering wheel and tapped twice. He supported his beautiful jaw. He tilted his head slightly, looked at dye white, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "seat belt."