Fu Shimo closed the pen cap with one hand, took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and leaned on the chair, "My major is not forensics."

The male policeman on the opposite side was beating the table, and he couldn't help but raise his voice, "You are indeed not a forensic doctor, but you have a forensic certificate. Don't think I don't know, you helped the General Administration handle a lot of cases when you were in the imperial capital. "

As soon as he finished yelling, he remembered that he still had to ask others, and his voice had to soften, "You can help my brother, this case is a serial murder case, and the people above paid special attention to it, but they have been investigating for so long and have found nothing. Also, the forensic doctors in the bureau are all rookies, so I really don’t feel comfortable handing over the body to them.”

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

Fu Shimo put on his glasses again, got up and picked up the white coat on the simple hanger next to him, "In the future, young men will act coquettishly and have hot ears."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to growl, hang up the phone, pick up the car key, turn off the lights and lock the door.



Police station, interrogation room.

Yan Zhixu sat on the chair, holding a cup of hot water in his hand, and took a sip.

The male policeman sat opposite her, stared at her for a long time, and found no flaws.

The brow furrowed fiercely, this is not the reaction an ordinary person should have when being interrogated.

The doubts in his heart magnified infinitely, he suddenly stood up, and slapped the table with gravity, "You really have nothing to do with Lin Aruo's death? If you get into a situation, if you don't tell the truth, do you know what will happen? ?!"

Facing the male policeman's Hedong roar, Yan Zhixu put down the disposable cup in his hand.

He leaned back lazily, put his hands on the armrests, crossed Erlang's legs, and sat in a ruffian and wild posture.

"Yeah. I know."

"Deliberately concealing the truth of the deceased is punishable under the criminal law."

There was no ridicule on her face without makeup.

Wang Zhuoran, who was in the interrogation, vomited blood, his high blood pressure rose, and his breathing became difficult.

"The mouth is quite hard. Hmph, when the testimony of the other girls comes out, you will definitely not be able to clear the suspicion!"

He was very angry, and patted his hands on the table, his forehead throbbing.

According to surveillance, Lin Aruo and a few students entered the alley, and when they came out, they lost their minds and ended up in a car accident.

Moreover, this woman was a black fan of Yan Zhixu, and her wrist was dislocated. They had sufficient reasons to suspect that she was directly related to Lin Aruo's death.

Yan Zhixu's eyes fell on his flushed face, "Officer, you have high blood pressure, so it's better not to get angry."

Wang Zhuoran's rising anger suddenly extinguished, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. How could she know that he had high blood pressure?

"Don't interrupt!" He slapped the table hard again, she was deliberately disrupting his train of thought.

"Crack-"

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open, and Hu Yue'e walked in. She looked slightly complicated, and handed him the stack of documents in her hand, "The testimony of those little girls."

Wang Zhuoran stretched out his hand to take it and lowered his head to look seriously.

After reading the first one, my brows knitted together.

The second one was full of disbelief.

For the third copy, the hand holding the document tightened, and the paper was almost torn to shreds.

"How is this possible?"

There were five girls, all of whom had provided testimony to clear Yan Zhixu's relationship.

These people are interrogated separately, and it is impossible to collude to confess in private.

Hu Yuee handed over the information in the other hand, "This is the report of the injury appraisal and the report of the driver who caused the accident."

Wang Zhuoran took a sip of the tea on the table, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down.

"…"

After reading the injury appraisal report, the anger in his heart was completely extinguished.

Although Lin Aruo dislocated his arm, the fatal injury that led to his death was heart and lung injuries after the impact, resulting in excessive blood loss.

The driver's medical examination showed that there was a lot of high alcohol content, and there was no doubt that he was driving under the influence of alcohol.

Wang Zhuoran threw the documents on the table, "Miss Yan, you can go now."

Yan Zhixu put down his cocked legs and glanced at the table inadvertently when he got up.