After rejecting the marriage, the head of the Qin family was crushed by me.

Chapter 60 The Lingcheng Incident ([-])

Qin Yelan leaned close to Qian Zhemian's ear and asked in a low voice.

"He is talking about his teacher, Mo Jue. Teacher Mo Jue and Teacher Geist are old friends. Before I came to Lingcheng, Teacher Mo Jue specifically told him to cooperate with me." Qian Zhemian made up an excuse casually.

She has always had no expression, and even Qin Yelan couldn't tell whether she was telling the truth or making up a story. He was about to ask a few more questions, but was almost thrown out by Qian Zhelian's sudden turn.

Qianzhe Mian glanced at the red light, braked suddenly and stopped, asking coldly: "How dare you sit in my car and bother me?"

"Well..." Qin Yelan lowered his eyes and smiled silently, "Wrong."

If anyone saw this, their jaws would probably drop in shock.

The decisive and cold-blooded demon king in Lingcheng actually admitted his mistake?

Qianzhe Mian glanced at him lightly and said nothing.

Qin Yelan had no choice but to continue reading the information angrily.

Soon they arrived at Lingcheng Yida where the incident happened. Qian Zhemian opened the trunk, got out of the car and rummaged around inside.

Qin Yelan walked to her and watched her flipping around curiously: "Mo Mo, what are you looking for?"

Qian Zhemian didn't answer, rummaged through it again, took out a white bag, threw it to Qin Yelan, and pointed to the passenger seat, gesturing for him to get in the car.

Qin Yelan got into the car, hugged his bag, and asked more and more curiously: "What is this?"

"I'll need it later." She still cherished words like gold.

Qin Yelan pointed to the bag: "Can I take a look?"

"Please." Qianzhe Mian's mind was filled with the case, and his words became more concise.

Qin Yelan opened the bag. It was full of medical dust caps, masks, shoe covers, and medical gloves. They were all disposable, one by one, a pair of pairs, all wrapped in independent packaging, neatly organized into categories. They are packed in small storage bags. On top are two goggles, which also look brand new.

He touched it and found a roll of something on the side with a compartment.

Qin Yelan felt it was strange, so he took it out and looked at it.

"Scalpel." Qianzhe Mian's cold voice sounded in his ears.

Qin Yelan was almost frightened. He glanced at Qianzhemian resentfully, then lowered his head to study Qianzhemian's knife.

When I opened the roll, I discovered that there was only the handle, not the blade.

"The blade is in the compartment."

Qin Yelan followed Qian Zhemian's guidance and touched the zipper of the compartment. When he opened it, he was in a hurry.

The blades were packed one by one, and the blades of various shapes were fixed in piles by rubber bands. Qin Yelan didn't pay attention when he opened the zipper, and almost let the blades fall out.

Qianzhe Mian stopped the car, his brown eyes showing no emotion: "Tuck it back, we're getting out of the car."

Qin Yelan hurriedly put everything back and put the bag in Qian Zhemian's arms.

Qian Zhemian took out two masks and two hats from inside, gave one to Qin Yelan each, and motioned for him to put it on.

It was lunch break, but the cordon was surrounded by people who didn't know the truth. "Give me a moment." Qian Zhemian said coldly.

The onlookers were frightened by her momentum and hurriedly got out of the way.

"Professor Qian, are you here... Head of the family? Why are you here too?" Director Qin was approaching with a smile, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Qin Yelan following behind Qian Zhemian.

"Sixth Uncle won't bother with this case. I'll be in charge." Qin Yelan patted Director Qin on the shoulder and leaned into his ear, "The main reason is to accompany Mo Mo."

"What do you mean, Professor Qian is the Miss Mo Mo back then?" Director Qin asked in surprise.

Qian Zhemian had already put on her shoe covers, gloves and goggles and strode inside. Director Qin glanced at her back and finally dared to speak a little louder: "No way... Professor Qian She came to the bureau as an external forensic doctor five years ago with a letter of recommendation written by Master Mo Jue. This is because she is not from Lingguo. If she were a Lingguo national, we would definitely give her the title of chief medical examiner according to regulations. It’s a pity about the location.”

"It's good." Qin Yelan put on gloves, shoe covers and goggles. "External employment is not so tiring. At least she doesn't have to do all the messy appraisals."

"Master, is she really Miss Momo?"

"There can be no mistake." Qin Yelan was very sure, "How can I admit my mistake to the girl I wanted to take home and raise at one glance when I was two years old? Even if she turned into ashes, I would recognize her."

"Uncle, I don't want to dissuade you anymore. This girl is very powerful. It can be seen that she has something on her mind. You have to work harder." Director Qin said seriously.

Qin Yelan smiled half-heartedly: "Uncle Liu should think about his life-long events first. I heard that the blind date two days ago didn't work out? One day, I, a nephew, will be able to make soy sauce. Uncle Liu hasn't gotten married yet. .”

"Master, please, stop talking, let's go see the scene, see the scene." Director Qin suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"Well, let's go." Qin Yelan glanced at him before walking inside.

Director Qin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The master of the house was as good at scratching people's pain points as ever...but he had truly loved Miss Mo Mo for many years.

I remember that when Miss Mo Mo's mother passed away, he personally packed up Miss Mo Mo's things and moved them to Qin's house next to his room.

Later, Miss Momo was kidnapped. He grew up overnight, practicing self-defense and learning company management. At the age of ten, he went to the border alone...

Director Qin escaped from his memories and looked up to see Qian Zhemian and Qin Yelan squatting next to the corpse, watching carefully.

A woman lay in a pool of blood with a very painful expression.

"Neck... does this seem to be a compression fracture?" Qianzhe Mian touched the deceased's cervical spine and looked at the soles of the shoes, "The heel wear is heavier than the soles. It seems that someone has dragged it, but... …Why are there only a little mud on the soles and tips of the shoes, but a lot of mud on the heels?”

She took out a magnifying glass, looked at the cornea, and then looked at her watch: "Five to six hours of death?"

Opening up his sleeves and trousers, Qian Zhemian frowned: "There are traces of binding on the upper arms, indentations on the wrists and ankles, and signs that the clothes were torn... The victim may have been raped. Jian."

Qin Yelan also frowned: "Should we go upstairs to look for clues first or should we meet the victim's family first?"

"Find someone to ask first." Qian Zhemian raised his feet to leave. He glanced at one place and frowned deeply, "Qin Yelan, take a picture of her cell phone."

The phone was thrown out, the screen was shattered, and there was blood on the glass.

Qin Yelan responded and took a photo, then picked up the cell phone and broken glass and put it into the evidence bag.

"Qin Bureau, is there surveillance?" Qian Zhemian asked in a low voice.

　Suspense, it's here again!

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