Although Song Xichen lives in the dormitory of the police force, he almost goes to work every day. So sometimes when there are urgent matters, the director asks people to go to the dormitory to fetch people.

He got up this day, or did he wash his face less, but when he walked out of the dormitory today, it was seven or eight minutes earlier than usual. Then he went to the breakfast shop near the police station to buy a cup of soy milk and two leeks and egg buns.

He walked swayingly while eating buns and drinking soy milk, but as soon as he walked into the police station gate, he was caught by the director.

The director had high expectations for him, but when this guy had a case, he was like a desperate man, and when he had no case, he was completely unable to help him.

This annoyed the director. Why is it so difficult to cultivate an excellent talent by himself?

He thought for more than two hours, advising Song Xichen not to pay attention to his image in his daily work regardless of the details.

Song Xichen kept nodding and answered yes.

The soy milk, leeks, eggs and buns in my hand were not completely eaten, but it was already cold. Song Xichen felt that he must be Mercury today, so how could he meet the director when he entered the door?

The director has always been a perfectionist and has always paid special attention to image.

The director knew that Song Xichen had agreed on the surface, but he must have not listened to a single word in his heart.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind. Is this guy so lazy because no one cares about him? If he finds someone to care about him, at least he will not enter the police station while eating leek buns.

The director asked tentatively: "Xiao Song? Do you have a girlfriend?"

Song Xichen immediately replied: "No, why do you want that thing? It's a waste of time."

The director immediately scolded him for his incorrect thoughts: "You are so tired from work and you always need to take care of yourself. My wife's second aunt's daughter's nephew is pretty good. I met him once during the Chinese New Year. He is good-looking, gentle, and has a good job. He seems to be a reporter. Wait for me to ask for a contact information later. You can find an opportunity to meet someone and strive to win it in one fell swoop."

Song Xichen was so distressed that it would be enough to nag, but now he is planning to arrange my major life events. So he said ungratefully: "Director, although I don't have a girlfriend, I have someone I like. I can't go to see your wife's second aunt, it's not good for others."

The director looked at the unhappy Song Xichen and said angrily: "Don't you just like Lawyer Han?"

Song Xichen thought to himself, who made a report, how could even the director know about this? He just wanted to die and refuse to admit it.

As a result, the director confirmed it: "I see that there is something wrong with your eyes when you look at them."

Song Xichen immediately reviewed himself 28,000 times. Is it that obvious?

At this time, a knock on the director's door rang.

It was Zhang Baowen, who said: "The alarm center received a call and there was a murder in the painting exhibition in Xifeng District. There are still many reporters and others stranded there."

Now that the Internet is so developed, if anyone who remembers or stays there posts any picture or short video, it will cause great panic to the residents of City A and will also increase the difficulty of solving the case.

It is almost noon now. The road conditions to Xifeng District are the best road in the city. The road is not too crowded at this moment, so they are moving forward unimpededly.

Song Xichen, the co-pilot, said to Zhang Baowen, who was sitting in the back seat: "Please give us objective information and choose the most important ones."

Every time I attend, Song Xichen will do this. It may be the Baowen brother or the Yiqiang brother, but it will never be the driver. Therefore, every time I attend, everyone strives to drive. Although it is a little harder, there is no need to worry about saying something wrong. The boss’s mouth will criticize him mercilessly.

Zhang Baowen began to say: "The deceased is named Lily, a female, 32 years old, from this city, a professional freelance painter. A painter who has become famous in City A for the past one or two years is the creator of this art exhibition."

Song Xichen asked again: "I am a native of this city? What is the Chinese name?"

Zhang Baowen immediately added: "Kang Ziyan."

Song Xichen asked again: "Which high school was in? Which class?" He had the same age and name, and he felt a bad feeling in his heart. Among his high school classmates and Han Yijing, there was Kang Ziyan.

Zhang Baowen muttered mentally, this murder was related to her high school life? The captain hadn't gone to the scene yet, so why did he know the truth before he knew it?

But he still quickly checked and found it quickly.

He said: "Kang Ziyan attended a key high school in the city, a student in the 3015 class, and a class 289."

As expected, Song Xichen heard the least he wanted to hear the news. He said nothing, only said: "Get faster."

It took only ten minutes before the personnel from their criminal investigation brigade arrived, and then the technical investigation and forensic doctor arrived at the same time.

But when Song Xichen walked into the exhibition, he found that people were standing there in an orderly manner, and did not shout loudly about leaving, or shouting about people like that that harmed their freedom.

He thought suspiciously, could it be that the police who came to see the exhibition here, and which policeman had this taste?

At this time, someone came out of the crowd and shouted: "Brother, you are here."

This person happens to be Song Ge.

The others also shouted affectionately: "Sister Song."

Song Xichen arranged tasks for the team members, collecting evidence and recording confessions.

When the other team members started working one after another, Song Xichen also brought gloves to prepare to start work, so he asked: "Why are you here? Go and record the confession, try to be more detailed."

Song Ge pouted and said, "I don't comfort me. This is the first time I have seen the scene of the murder. Besides, I didn't come alone. Didn't Han Yijing come too? We are here to watch the art exhibition together. Who knew that this kind of unlucky thing would happen? You have the ability to yell at Han Yijing."

When she heard that Han Yijing was coming, Song Xichen immediately turned on the search function of her eyes. Sure enough, she saw Han Yijing beside a pool of blood near the wall.

He ignored Song Ge even more and walked over with big strides.

When Song Ge saw his brother like this, he couldn't help but curse in his heart. He was such a guy who forgot his righteousness when he saw his lust.

Song Xichen said: "When did you go back to City A? I heard you were out for a trip? I was just about to call and ask if you were back?"

Han Yijing replied: "I just came back."

She said as she helped Song Xichen push open the invisible door.

The scene inside, the hanging corpse, the broken belly, the intestines in the neck, the victim's red skirt, and the blood on the ground. The combination of these pictures also shocked Song Xichen, who had been in the criminal investigation for so many years, had a missing tragedy at this time.

The murderer is so cruel. Why did he kill the victim so cruelly?
Chapter completed!