Live At The Murder Scene

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As the sky fell, there was a dead silence in the toilet. The two faces in the mirror seemed to be covered with frost, terribly cold.

This case was originally convoluted. After months of sleepless efforts, everyone in the detachment finally caught a little clue from the cracks. As a result, they had not found half of the melon along the vine, and there were signs of overthrow. . Whoever knows, the mood will not be good.

He Chuanzhou is under great pressure, and her leadership is under even greater pressure. Speculation cannot be used as evidence to support it, and if they go back and forth like this, their efforts are likely to be wasted.

He Chuanzhou didn't know what Qiu Cang learned in the dialogue with Ms. Xue, but this time, she did not fully agree with Qiu Cang's idea.

Just like "Ding Xihua", he is also a person who relies on disguise to integrate into society, and the disguise is not perfect. Isn't there still a girl who is crazy about him and is willing to give his life?

Feelings are sometimes not necessarily in line with secular principles. You can't use logic to reason about it with certainty, because it makes people confused.

He Chuanzhou looked at the sky with inquiring eyes. The latter seemed to be unaware. He just bowed his head thoughtfully, tidying up his wet sleeves.

In the previous investigation process, various confusing messages have also appeared, and the firmament has always been firm in his guess. Why did she so neatly overthrow Li Lingsong's suspicion this time?

After a while, He Chuanzhou asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The firmament raised his head and said unknownly, "What's wrong with me?"

He Chuanzhou said: "You seem to be very anxious."

A hint of surprise flashed across Qiun's face, and he subconsciously turned sideways to avoid He Chuanzhou's gaze.

She didn't know if she thought too much. While in the ward, a terrifying thought came to her mind. Because chatting with Ms. Xue was relatively easy, the idea was not strong, and she quickly pressed it down.

When it met Li Zhanyuan at the door, it jumped out again, very strongly.

Why did the other party use her as a test target? Since when did you start staring at her?

Do you regard her as a rival in a boring life, or as a continuation of a goal?

Was it when she discovered her special talent? Or earlier.

The corners of the lips of the firmament collapsed stiffly into a straight line. She opened her mouth slightly, relaxed the muscles on her face, and let out a sigh of air.

Tiancang's father died in a car accident, and his mother had a mental breakdown and then killed herself. The deaths of the two of them were just accidents in the past, but now it is impossible to determine whether there are more coincidences hidden behind those so-called accidents.

The firmament couldn't help but want to ask himself—is it? Is that so?

Li Lingsong appeared in her life so early, he knew and knew his parents. Was it that her life was unusual from the beginning? She is just a slower insider than Ding Xihua.

A passerby pushed the door into the toilet, and as soon as he took a step, he was shocked by the lifeless atmosphere inside, thinking that he had ran into some extraordinary confrontation scene. She paused for a moment, wondering whether to overcome her fears or her psychological needs.

Finally, the poor passerby wrinkled his face and quietly ran past the wall and entered the pit inside.

He Chuanzhou nodded his chin towards the sky, motioned to the outside and said that this is not suitable.