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Sixty-nine red tragedy

Although Song Xichen lives in the police dormitory, he almost goes to work every day. So sometimes when there is an emergency, the chief will ask people to go to the dormitory to gather people.

I don't know if he got up a little early that day, or he didn't wash his face and rubbed it too much. When he walked out of the dormitory door today, it was actually seven or eight minutes earlier than usual. He went to the breakfast shop near the police station to buy some

I had a cup of soy milk and two leek and egg buns.

He was eating steamed buns and drinking soy milk while walking leisurely, but as soon as he walked into the police station door, he was caught by the chief.

The director had high hopes for him, but when he had a case, this guy was like a desperate man, and when he didn't have a case, he was completely helpless.

This made the director very angry, why is it so difficult to train an outstanding talent by oneself?

He spoke earnestly for more than two hours, advising Song Xichen not to pay attention to details in daily work and to pay attention to her image at all times.

Song Xichen kept nodding and answered yes.

The soy milk and leek and egg buns in his hands had already gone cold before they were completely eaten. Song Xichen felt that she must have Mercury retrograde today, so how could she walk in and meet the director just in time.

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 deep down he must not have listened to a word of it.

Suddenly an idea came to his mind, is this guy so lazy because no one cares about him? If he finds someone to care about him, at least he won't eat the leek buns and enter the police station gate at the same time.

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

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

The director immediately reprimanded him for this incorrect idea: "You work so hard, you always need someone to take care of you. My wife's second aunt's daughter's nephew is quite good. I met him once during the Chinese New Year.

He's good-looking, gentle, and has a good job. He seems to be a reporter. I'll ask for his contact information in a moment, and you can find an opportunity to meet him and try to win it in one fell swoop."

Song Xichen was complaining in his heart. He was just nagging. Now he was planning to arrange major events in my life. So he said very ungratefully: "Director, although I don't have a girlfriend, I have someone I like. I can't go see him."

That second aunt of your wife is not good for others."

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

Song Xichen thought to himself, who made the snitch? How come even the director knew about this? He just wanted to refuse to admit it.

As a result, the director said firmly: "I think there is something fishy in the way you look at others."

Song Xichen immediately reviewed himself twenty-eight thousand times. Is it that obvious?

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

It was Zhang Baowen. He said: "The police center received a report that a murder occurred at the art 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 is stranded there is allowed to post any picture or short video, it will bring great panic to the residents of City A. It will also increase the difficulty of solving the case.

It was now close to noon and the road to Xifeng District was the best in the city. The road was not too crowded at this time, so they moved forward smoothly.

Song Xichen, who was sitting in the co-pilot, said to Zhang Baowen in the back seat: "Brother Baowen, please give us some objective information and talk about the essentials."

Every time he goes on duty, Song Xichen will be like this. He may be the Baowen brothers, or he may be the Yiqiang brothers, but he will never be the driver. Therefore, everyone has to drive every time he goes on duty. Although it is harder, there is no need to worry about making mistakes.

Yes, the boss will criticize you mercilessly.

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

Song Xichen asked again: "People from this city? What is your Chinese name?"

Zhang Baowen immediately added: "Kang Ziyan."

Song Xichen asked again: "Which high school did you study in? Which class?" They were the same age and had the same name, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. One of his and Han Yijing's high school classmates was Kang Ziyan.

Zhang Baowen mentally muttered, is this murder related to her high school life? The captain hasn't gone to the scene yet, so why did he predict it again?

But he still checked quickly and found it quickly.

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

As expected, Song Xichen heard the news he least expected to hear. He didn't say anything but said: "Speed ​​up."

It only took about ten minutes for all the members of their criminal investigation team to arrive, followed by technical investigators and forensic doctors at the same time.

But when Song Xichen walked into the art exhibition, she found that people were standing there in an orderly manner, and no one shouted loudly to leave, or shouted about anyone who was injuring their freedom.

He wondered suspiciously in his heart, could it be possible that some of the policemen came here to see the art exhibition? Which policeman has such taste?

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

This person happens to be Song Ge.

Others also called out affectionately: "Sister Song."

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

When other team members began to work, Song Xichen also put on gloves and prepared to start work, so he asked: "Why are you here? Go and record a confession. Please be as detailed as possible."

Song Ge pouted and said, "I'm not even trying to comfort you. This is my first time seeing a murder scene. Besides, I'm not here alone. Isn't Han Yijing here too? We're here to see the art exhibition together. Who knows what will happen?"

If you encounter such misfortune, you have the ability to yell at Han Yijing."

Hearing that Han Yijing had arrived, Song Xichen immediately turned on the search function of her eyes, and sure enough, she saw Han Yijing guarding the edge of a pool of blood near the wall.

He ignored Song Ge and strode over.

When Song Ge saw his brother like this, he couldn't help but cursed in his heart. He was really a guy who forgot his loyalty.

Song Xichen said: "When did you return to City A? I heard that you went on a trip? I just wanted to call you and ask if you were back?"

Han Yijing replied: "I just came back too."

She said and helped Song Xichen push open the invisible door.

The scene inside, the hanging corpse, the disembowelled appearance, the piece of intestine in the neck, the victim's red skirt, and the blood on the ground. The combination of these scenes also shocked Song Xichen, who had been a criminal investigator for so many years.

, there is no tragedy now.
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