"It was an impulsive crime, and Captain Zhao left fatal injuries, but neither the strong alkali nor the cabinet was his handiwork."
The station is not next to that bar, and Team Zhao arrived too quickly.
There was a problem then.
"That man is not Captain Zhao. He used imitation for several years to take over the identity of his twin brother and locked him in the basement."
Ye Ci said, putting on his coat, "Don't look at me like that, Captain Zhao's biological information has been tampered with."
"No wonder..."
The first thing Yun Tuan saw at Captain Zhao was that he was really fat. Every time he took a step, his whole body was shaking.
It's real fat.
But the man who took the explosives that day was extremely thin - that was the real Captain Zhao, who had been detained for a long time, haggard and nervous.
Before the bomb exploded, Captain Zhao still wanted to save people, but couldn't get anywhere, and finally gave up the struggle and explanation.
No, there might be an explanation, but she didn't have the chance to listen.
"The strong alkali, the secretions on the cabinet and the deceased's trouser legs belong to Professor Jiang, right? It's a pity that we haven't had time to compare the DNA."
Yun Tuan has seen many people with special hobbies, but they only react to corpses.
When Professor Jiang arrived at the scene, the guy might have been in a dying state.
So... he took away things that were not good for him, and operated them automatically, accidentally leaving a little bit of evidence.
A big boss like Professor Jiang has channels to obtain strong alkali or piranha solution.
It’s just that we can’t see the light.
"I don't know that. When I saw that old man's face, I wanted to tear him apart." Ye Ci shook his head and looked back, only to see the girl's body start to flicker!
Clumsy holographic projections don’t have such loopholes, so how can humans flicker in and out?
Yun Tuan glanced at her body and felt a little uncomfortable, but the teleportation hadn't started yet and she still had a few seconds.
"I want to ask again, what are the manicures those people wear? Is there anything in them?"
Ye Ci didn't hide it anymore, "It's an imitative behavior. At first, some people did manicure to facilitate vomiting. Later, some people followed suit. It is more convenient to wear nails. If it accidentally slips into the esophagus, go to the hospital to induce vomiting and gastric lavage." <
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As soon as the words fell, the girl disappeared completely.
Ye Ci looked at the empty riverside path, feeling lost.
This all seems like a dream. Did that person ever exist?
He wanted to find some proof of the other party's existence, but there was nothing.
No bag, no cell phone, no coat left.
Ye Ci pulled out the contact information and called back the latest call. After a busy tone, the cold and mechanical sound of the machine sounded: "Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable..."
He drove back to a stronghold, switched to public transportation, and rushed to the ruined police station.
Everyone temporarily moved to another building to work. When Ye Ci arrived, Captain Zhao and his brother were confronting each other.
One is fat and the other is thin, the difference is very obvious, because he has lived in the basement for a long time, but Captain Zhao himself looks unimpressive, shrinking and glaring at the fat man opposite.
Ye Ci found Xiao Liu from the laboratory department, "Did Yun Tuan from your department not come to work?"
Xiao Liu looked at the young man in front of him strangely, "I am the only one in this place. Who is Yun Tuan? Your new love? Why do you come to me to look for her?"
Ye Ci let go and said, "It's okay."
A week later, all the guilty weight loss leaders were arrested. As an undercover agent, Ye Ci finally no longer had to deal with those mentally ill people.
He felt a breath of bad breath. Although he couldn't bring down Jiang and his biological father, he finally managed to break off one of his minions.
Just...
Everyone has completely forgotten about that girl.
He was the only one who ate longevity noodles for a week with relevant memories.