Chapter 6: Fate, the biggest arrangement of God

But it's not a charge rescue team.

Shen Zhouyi turned over and lay on the bed, sliding the screen absent-mindedly.

A few seconds later.

She went directly to search for the relevant entries of the Motuo Charge Rescue Team.

There is a lot of information coming out.

but………

Without him.

It seems to be a beautiful illusion that is fleeting and fleeting.

She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom again, staring at the working washing machine.

Inside is the jacket.

Because it is rainy, it has some trendy smell and has to be washed.

The existence of this dress made her understand.

She did meet that sacred but... young man who broke the filter.

But.

Even his voice blurred in her memory. She was already drowsy at that time. In her memory, the man was left with a phantom and the beautiful butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder blade.

Perhaps it was because he couldn't suppress his nameless boredom in his heart, and Shen Zhouyi chuckled.

We won't meet again in the future.

Why did she bring this dress back?

bite--

The washing machine stops and works.

Shen Zhouyi came back to his senses, took out the dried clothes inside, and then hung them on the ventilated balcony outside the corridor.

Just remember her first "love" that ended without success.

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the next day.

Shen Zhouyi was woken up by the noisy ringtone.

She touched her phone in a daze and answered: "Who."

"Miss Shen Zhouyi is it?"

"I am."

"This is the DC District Criminal Police Detachment. I am Huang Heyang. I met yesterday."

Shen Zhouyi was much more awake. She sat up and stroked her hair: "Captain Huang, is there anything else?"

"That's right. Yesterday's case, the missing broken arm was found and threw it into a mountain. It was discovered by an adventurer who went to climb a mountain one night. It was thrown away with the broken arm. There was also an oil painting, exactly the same as the one in yesterday's photo. So Miss Shen also needs to confirm whether it is your own work. We have checked the value of your painting, so it is necessary to thoroughly check the murderer's motive."

Shen Zhouyi frowned slightly, and repeatedly involved in this murder case. She rubbed her sore temples and finally said, "Okay, I'll go there right away."

Hang up the phone.

Some were surprised by the progress of the case.

but……

The man who went to climb the mountain was also unlucky. He saw a broken arm in the middle of the night, and probably everyone was scared.

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When Shen Zhouyi arrived at the Criminal Police Detachment.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning.

As soon as I entered the hall, I felt the busy atmosphere in the team, with figures passing by, and there were many people who stayed up all night and worked overtime.

See she's here.

Huang Heyang quickly came up to him: "Miss Shen, please come with me."

Shen Zhouyi nodded.

Then he came to another office.

The office is large and there are many office areas.

The more you go, the fewer people are.

She saw a tall figure sitting on the chair with her legs crossed over her shoulders. Her legs were eye-catching. Her upper body was leaning back on the back of the chair. She had a black baseball cap on her face, covering her entire face, and the collar was drawn in a curve, which made people unable to help but take a few more glances.

So much so that when Captain Huang talked to her, she almost didn't hear it clearly.

"That's it. Are you sure it's your work by Miss Shen?"

Huang Heyang brought a painting in a sealed physical evidence bag.

Shen Zhouyi looked at it for a while, confirmed the details, and said, "It's mine."

This is a new impressionist style maple forest painting in the mountains with bright colors.

She drew it last year.

Five months ago, he was photographed by Chen Xu at an Italian art exhibition.

At that time, he won the price for 230,000 yuan.

Her paintings are quite popular abroad and have also reported her related information in foreign media. Anyone who knows about art will understand that this painting is of great value.

But the murderer saw it as if he was worn out.

The point is...

"Why did the murderer throw the left arm of the deceased and my painting into the deep mountains and forests, while the body is left near the Jinjiang Building?" Shen Zhouyi frowned slightly.

Huang Heyang also nodded with a headache for this: "There is still a detailed investigation. Since this painting is real, then 50% of the murderer kills people for money. There is no clue yet."

Shen Zhouyi didn't say anything more. It would be better not to be involved in such a thing.

Huang Heyang handed the painting to others: "The painting and broken limbs will be sent to extract fingerprint-related DNA. Please let Miss Chen go this trip."

Shen Zhouyi breathed lightly: "It's okay. That means, will the case be solved soon?"

Huang Heyang shook his head: "This case is a bad nature and is not easy if it is not for money. Thanks to this gentleman, otherwise once the best time for investigation is passed, the broken limbs will be eaten by wild beasts in the forest, and the clues will be completely cut off."

He pointed to the bench behind Shen Zhouyi.

Shen Zhouyi turned around.

The man on the chair moved a little, and he raised his hand and rubbed his slender neck.

Take off the hat that is buckled on your face.

The black hair was soft, hanging on the eyebrows, half covering the eyebrow, and the lips were like roses wrapped in the morning mist. The face was exquisite and beautiful, which made Shen Zhouyi lose his mind for a few seconds.

He got up and put the hat on again, making his jawline look even more slimmer.

His voice was dull: "Can I leave?"

As he said, his eyes casually skimming Shen Zhouyi over there. The woman was wearing a pre-white cashmere coat, with a large retro wavy curly hair spreading on her shoulders. Her eyebrows and eyes were quiet, her eyes were clean and gentle, but her temperament was cold and independent, and she exuded a kind of cultivation and tolerance from the inside out.

It is not connected with the downfall when he was in Motuo...at all.

However, she probably couldn't recognize him anymore.

OK.

Save the girl to be ashamed.

Huang Heyang nodded: "It's OK. Thank you for calling the police and cooperating with the work in time. Go back and have a good sleep. Forgot the scene yesterday. Don't be afraid, don't feel psychologically stressed."

After all, who is not afraid of seeing a person's broken limbs and broken arms?

Another police officer who heard Huang Heyang comfort Pei Jin's words suddenly pulled Huang Heyang's arm, lowered his voice, and said inexplicably: "Do you know, how did we get the broken arm back?"

Huang Heyang is puzzled.

Shen Zhouyi also looked over curiously.

The policeman glanced at Pei Jinxing, who was not polite and unrestrained before leaving, so he found a disposable cup on the cabinet to fetch water.

It seems that he doesn't regard himself as an outsider, and he is particularly familiar.

Who is not nervous when ordinary people come to the criminal investigation brigade?

The more I thought about it, the more weird he looked: "This kid, after calling the police yesterday, he... walked down the mountain with his broken arm and stood alone at the bottom of the mountain in the middle of the night waiting for us."

God knows that after a few young people in their group went there, they almost fainted on the spot when they saw that scene.

Huang Heyang: “…??”

"Because there are wild dogs who are trying to chew on them, he said he was afraid that we would be left with no food when we came here, so he put a few condoms on his fingers and grabbed his remaining limbs and went down the mountain..."

"I'm also rigorously saying that if you use condoms, you don't leave fingerprints, and you don't destroy organizational evidence, so let's not worry."

Shen Zhouyi: “…………”

Huang Heyang: “…………”

Worry is not worried.

It's time to be fucking thriller, okay?!

(End of this chapter)
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