The promised blind date turned out to be a murder scene

In the live broadcast room.

Countless viewers stared at Chen Jian'an's back for a long time.

But the popularity of the live broadcast room has not decreased.

On the contrary, the number of people is rising.

Everyone seems to be interested in this kind of suddenness.

But in the live broadcast room, wave after wave of barrage, in addition to discussions, there are many people lying on the gun.

"Vomit...... I will never dare to eat in a restaurant again. "

The boss confessed?"

"I'm eating!

"I only ordered the takeout at noon! Thanks to the takeaway brother who ordered it late, thank you." "

When did the proprietress disappear? I only went to that restaurant last night to eat, I'm Cao!"

......

After a while, the diners in Xiao Liu's Tucai Restaurant walked cleanly.

All I left was a table full of vomit and a room full of footprints.

The police officers who rushed to record the confession were all stupefied by this scene.

Several forensic doctors took samples of anomalous objects in the kitchen and clay jars.

The body pieces in the clay jar were also removed and spread out on plastic sheets.

Finger bones, ribs, spine ......

It smells of a mixture of spice and corrosion.

Outside the store, Qin Kehan and Chen Jian'an squatted within the cordon.

Trying to wash away with the smell of smoke, mixed together with the strange smell.

"Tell me, how did you find out?"

"Elective trace analysis, technical terms, you can't understand it."

Qin Kehan grinned: "Coincidentally, I also took trace analysis in college." "

Tell me about it?" As

he spoke, Qin Kehan put his arm on Chen Jian'an's shoulder.

Chen Jian'an didn't answer, but pointed to the opposite shop with a cigarette butt.

"Is the duck blood vermicelli

delicious?" Qin Kehan: "???" "Is the ground pot chicken

delicious?" Qin Kehan: "I'm Cao!" "Is the stinky mandarin fish delicious

?" Qin Kehan

: "I don't understand what you're saying!" Chen Jian'an

: "Why don't I ask in a different way?"

"

Drama...... Is it pretty?",

he said, and a smile appeared on his face.

Qin Kehan quickly withdrew his arm as if he had been electrocuted.

"You...... Have you seen it all?"

"No, you're spying on me! I only came out of Wang Ji's duck blood vermicelli three hours ago!" Chen Jian'an

raised the sole of his right foot slightly, stepped on the cigarette butt, got up and patted his clothes.

"It's 1:20 p.m.

"Your clothes have the smell of at least four stores and six dishes.

"It's very rushed! It means that these dishes have been in front of you for a long time.

In Qin Kehan's stunned gaze, Chen Jian'an continued to explain.

"Even if you only eat half of each dish, you're squatting down now.

Qin Kehan got up slowly, his mind was still a little dizzy.

I used to go undercover for nine years, spy on a restaurant owner, and still roll over

in front of a college student who didn't leave school?

" There are some smells, and it is not difficult to identify.

Chen Jian'an nodded his nose and continued.

"The smell of corpses, it stinks, and I hate it. At

that moment, a young policeman burst out of the hotel.

"Team Qin, the kitchen has been cleaned up, and the smell of detergent in it is very strong, but the blood stains have been examined.

After that, the young policeman bowed to Chen Jian'an: "This gentleman, thank you very much for your help."

"But you can't go in.

Chen Jian'an withdrew the half of the leg that stepped into the hotel and smiled slightly.

"I took trace analysis as an elective under the course.

"That's not good, there are professional teachers inside...... "The

young policeman was about to say more, but he was kicked in the ass by Qin Kehan.

"What nonsense, they are disciples of Professor Han. As he

spoke, he walked into the store with his arm around Chen Jian'an's shoulder.

The young policeman was left alone, messy in the wind in front of the store.

Is this still his own, the cold Captain Qin?

......

The kitchen windows have been covered.

It's like a dark room.

After the reaction of luminol hydrogen peroxide. Blood stains are like blue light bulbs in every corner of the kitchen.

On the walls, on the stove, on the door, on the lamp.

There are also those lying in the corner, on two chopping knives.

Chen Jian'an stood at the door, looking at the room full of blue and green fluorescence in disorder.

The look in his eyes, and the numbers he was scribbling in his hand, looked like he was doing a crossword puzzle.

"Analysis of the blood stains showed that the deceased had been stabbed by the window, moved behind the door, and fell down after being stabbed again. "

The deceased was crawling on the ground and wanted to open the door, and the blood stains on the ground and behind the door were all of the deceased, and the fingerprints matched. "

He was stabbed several times in the back and died.

Chen Jian'an put away the pen and paper in his hand and sighed.

"She wanted to live, but she couldn't leave the kitchen until she breathed. The

policemen all stopped what they were doing and looked at Chen Jian'an blankly.

With so many years of work experience, they couldn't believe what Chen Jian'an said.

Isn't this a plot that only exists in TV dramas?

And Qin Kehan, who had taken trace analysis, and the teacher of that major, did not dare to speak at all at the moment.

Especially professional trace analysts.

As far as his eyes could see, following Chen Jian'an's statement, he found that so many fluorescent dots were arranged so neatly.

Not a single trace of blood was superfluous.

Not a single trace of blood is missing

! There is no room for rebuttal! The

analyst looked at the pen and paper he had just taken out in his hand and smiled bitterly.

He had just finished reading these bloodstains, and he hadn't even started to analyze them!

Just when everyone was surprised, Chen Jian'an fell silent.

The bloodstained shoe prints are very messy.

It's stress killing.

But in Chen Jian'an's eyes, there is half a shoe print, which is incompatible with the rest.

Although it is only half, the sole texture is the same, but the silhouette is much larger.

Something

is wrong!

Someone helped Liu Ming deal with the crime scene.

Even ......

This man had witnessed the murder at that time!

Soon, Chen Jian'an locked his eyes on the foot of a wall.

The place was clean, not stained with blood.

But it was the abrupt shoe print, the direction of the step.

Chen Jian'an yelled at Qin Kehan: "Where did those two waiters go

?" "And that cook!"

Qin Kehan was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "There is an accomplice?"

He immediately turned his head and called someone while calling.

Instead of pacing in the kitchen, Chen Jian'an came to the hall full of vomit, looking for clues.

Soon, his eyes stayed on a photo.

There is no dust on the frame, as if it was just photographed.

It is a group photo of the employees in the entire small restaurant.

Liu Ming smiled innocently.

The proprietress stood to his left, rolling her eyes at the sky.

To the right of the boss, there is a young man wearing a chef's hat and a big head and a thick neck.

No expressions, no body language.

Even in the photo, it looks very restrained.

Look closely, there are seven points similar to Liu Ming!