Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 52 The only thing he cares about is Ruan Shiyan
Song Zehan turned around and entered the study, saying coldly.

"Speak the key."

Ren Yi's foreshadowing was on the verge of his mouth, and he was choked back by Song Zehan's words.

"Okay, you are the master, you have the final say. The case you asked me to inquire about, the deceased was a young woman, a network anchor. Because the cause of death is a bit strange, the body needs further autopsy by the forensic doctor, so the cause of death has not yet been determined."

Song Zehan pinched his eyebrows.

"Strange?"

Ren Yi glanced at the photo at hand, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, but his voice did not have any emotional fluctuations.

"Yes, the deceased did meet the initial characteristics of death due to excessive blood loss, but apart from a few cuts on her face, she didn't have any trauma on her body that was sufficient to cause this result."

"And when the deceased was found, most of his body was soaked in a bathtub mixed with hot water and blood. At that time, the bathtub was still steaming, and the bloody smell inside was thick."

"However, the specific components of the blood are still being extracted, so I don't know if the blood of the deceased is mixed in it."

"Tell me, is this strange enough?"

Song Zehan was silent for a few seconds, then took out a cigarette, tilted his head and lit it.

It wasn't until the blue-gray smoke blurred his indifferent and stern side face that he frowned and replied "Got it" to the phone.

But just as the phone was about to hang up, Ren Yi's heavy voice came from the receiver unexpectedly.

"Master Han, do you still remember the case that Lao Xiao told us a few years ago?"

"remember."

"I always felt a bit like this."

"Say more."

Song Zehan hung up the phone and threw it on the table.

The brows frowned even tighter.

Investigating cases is out of his concern.

The only thing he cares about is Ruan Shiyan.

Based on Ren Yi's description alone, he could already imagine what kind of indescribable picture Ruan Shiyan saw at that time.

No wonder it spits out like this.

It seems that the last few nights are not going to be easy.

……

Throughout the afternoon, Ruan Shiyan regained her vitality little by little under Zhang Ma's feeding.

Zhang's mother would knock on the door every half hour, and then give her a small bowl of porridge or warm water with different flavors.

If she wanted to refuse, Mama Zhang would say so earnestly.

"This is specially ordered by my husband. Only by eating less and more frequent meals can the esophagus burnt by stomach acid be restored to the greatest extent. It is also very helpful for the recovery of the abnormal state of the stomach."

If she said that she would be fine as long as she slept again, and that there was really no need for such trouble, Mama Zhang would say it with a hurt face.

"Well, it seems that my old lady is still not as attractive as my husband. Then I can only tell my husband that you don't want to eat it, and let him feed you in person."

Until she cooperates obediently, Mama Zhang will show a standard aunt's smile, just like seeing the CP she was drinking finally sharing candy together.

Ruan Shiyan didn't dare to think deeply, let alone which direction to think about.

As soon as it got dark, Mama Zhang finished feeding, and Ruan Shiyan finally ran back to her room.

She wanted to take a bath, but as soon as she walked into the bathroom and saw the single-person bathtub inside, the corpse that seemed to have been cooked in the bathtub immediately appeared in her mind, and her stomach couldn't help but overwhelmed, making her uncomfortable. He quickly backed out and took a few big sips of water to force himself down.

"Forget it, if you don't wash for a day, you can't die, so let's sleep first."

"Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, the reaction will not be so big."

Ruan Shiyan threw herself on the bed.

But after turning left and right for nearly an hour, she still hugged her pillow, and came to the door of Song Zehan's bedroom pitifully...

　Ruan Shiyan: I'm afraid, I need my husband's hug to fall asleep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)