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Chapter 325 Favorable Evidence (2)

The fourth soldier was the first to be notified of the action, but he was busy sending his comrades who had been shot to the hospital, and when he got anxious, he forgot about sending the letter.

When he suddenly yelled, the faces of the other three became serious and terrified, and their casual chatting turned into soft whispers.

Qilan rarely encountered soldiers gathering in the hospital.The last time I saw Lin Yitang was shot all the way from Tianjin to rescue him.

The actions and expressions of these people, as well as the content of their words, aroused his curiosity.He leaned his back against the pillar quietly and pricked up his ears, trying to catch useful information from the conversation at a similar volume to the buzzing of mosquitoes.

His ears are very strong, and he can grasp one accurately.

The task they feared was not to go to the front to fight, but to escort a batch of goods to Tanggu Port in the middle of the night.This is rather strange.

This batch of goods was rushed, and there was no turning back when they opened the bow. When they met the armed forces who intercepted the goods on the way, they had to bite the bullet and fight if they couldn't fight, otherwise it would be torture to escape back.In short, both ends are dead ends.

The voices of the soldiers' discussions became lower and lower, and some even sat down on the ground and sighed.

Qilan tried his best but couldn't hear what they said, so he calmed down and thought about it.

Tanggu Port?Isn't it Tianjin?

In October, Lin Yitang took a team of guards and took Lin Mi to Tianjin by car. If it hadn't been a surprise attack by unknown men and horses, causing heavy casualties, he would have gone all the way south along the waterway to Fuzhou.

The box of items that was robbed was all precious cultural relics that Mr. Lin handed over to his nephew to escort back to his hometown. The rare and famous paintings and jewelry contained in it were all unique and priceless.

Based on his intuition, these soldiers may also be ordered to send a batch of valuable "cargo" aboard and go to certain places along the waterway, and they are also worried about the risks and personal safety along the way.

There may be some unknown connection between two seemingly unrelated things.

Qilan was thinking about whether to report this discovery to Lin Mi's father, when the door of the operating room opened with a bang, and a patient was carried out.

At first he thought it was a wounded soldier, and the family members rushed forward excitedly, some called "daughter", some called "wife", some called "sister", the scene was as chaotic as a vegetable market and a butcher shop.It was only when the nurse said "mother and child are safe" that she realized that she was a pregnant woman with dystocia.

As for the soldier who was carried out behind the pregnant woman, he was not so lucky.On the entire stretcher was a humanoid white cloth bag that was half-stained red with blood, and it was sent directly to the morgue.

The death of their companion made the four soldiers tremble.

Some regretted choosing this road in order to have a full meal, some untied their belts and military uniforms on the spot and wanted to escape, and some were in a dilemma, so they had no choice but to appease their companions and, by the way, deceitfully negotiated to go to the nearest temple to offer incense, or Ask Zhang Ping An Talisman.

Seeing that he was the only one left waiting, Qilan patted the dust on his underwear, walked out from behind the stone pillar, and stood openly outside the door.

At this time, he smelled a familiar faint smell of disinfectant, and heard the clinking of surgical knives, scissors and forceps.

The figures inside moved from far to near, until he could clearly see Xiaomei wearing a mask under the snow-white nurse hat.

She had recognized him a long time ago, raised her hand and pointed to the opposite room, took out a key from her pocket and handed it to him, and said softly: "Go there and wait for us, Brother Zhang also We're almost done."

Qilan took the key, turned the lock, and entered the unremarkable room.

As soon as he entered, he was surprised to find that it turned out to be an organ specimen display room made by Zhang Wenxuan. There were many human organs soaked in glass jars, which made his hair stand on end.

"Miss Xiaomei follows Brother Wenxuan to watch these every day, isn't she afraid as a girl?"

While wiping his cold sweat, he forced himself to accept the dozens of specimens arranged on the iron shelves.

In the operating room, Zhang Wenxuan quickly washed off the blood on the gloves, carefully picked up a bullet taken out of the plate with tweezers, and put it into a glass.

He stared at the bullet, observing it very carefully, with extremely focused eyes.

For a moment, his eyes noticed something abnormal, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

The glass fell from her hand without any sign, but fortunately Xiaomei handed over a water basin in time to catch it in a thrilling manner.

"Brother Zhang, you are tired, I will clean up here."

She put the glass and basin on the window sill, washed her hands and took out a handkerchief from her pocket to gently wipe the fine beads of sweat on his temples.

"I haven't eaten a bite since morning. I'll help you to rest."

Zhang Wenxuan's body swayed, and he slumped on the chair.

Xiaomei hurriedly brought a glass of milk, supported his shoulder, and brought it to his mouth.

"Brother Zhang, I ate your bread this morning. I entrusted my family to deliver it in the afternoon. Would you like to have a drink?"

Zhang Wenxuan didn't refuse her kindness, exhausted, nervous and frightened, he almost collapsed.

He lowered his head and drank the milk in the glass.

"Thank you. Go home early. I'm still on duty at night."

Xiaomei quietly leaned into his ear, "Xiaolan is here, waiting for us in the herbarium."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Wenxuan, who seemed weak, suddenly stood up vigorously, gritted his teeth, and walked out with staggering steps:

"I happened to have something to look for him, it was a coincidence."

"I'll go with you."

She hurriedly put the cup away, chased after him, supported Zhang Wenxuan, and walked to the door of the herbarium together.

There are two keys to this herbarium, one is in his hand, and the other Xiaomei has already lent Qilan.

The three reunited in this cramped space, and the air was filled with the strong smell of medicine, but Zhang Wenxuan's eyes were full of excitement, and a suspense that had troubled him for many days finally fell to the ground.

He reached out and found a spectacle case in a cabinet behind the specimen shelf, and grabbed two things from it.

"I can basically confirm that the people who killed Zhu Boyuan and blamed the Lin family are the same organization as the gunmen who attacked Young Master Lin."

Qilan's eyes fell on his outstretched palm, on which were two very clean bullets.

Zhang Wenxuan picked up a badly deformed bullet and said in a low voice, "This one was taken out of Young Master Lin's chest. It was caught by his bones."

After a pause, he used his other hand to pinch another one that was not too deformed: "This one was found in Bo Yuan's liver."

Qilan made a careful comparison under the lamp, and was surprised to find that the two bullets were exactly the same in size and color, but the degree of deformation was different.

(End of this chapter)