Ren is ruthless and touching

Five months later.

In a blink of an eye, autumn is cool.

Another night of rain.It was only when the sky was getting bright that it stopped pattering.

06:30.Ren Yuan went to the palace on time to send Zhao Huan the documents he needed for the seven o'clock morning meeting.

At this time, Zhao Huan usually got up early, but today he was told that His Highness hadn't arrived at the office yet.The stack of documents in his hand had to be read and processed within half an hour, but he was nervous enough. He frowned, and had no choice but to run up to the second floor——Zhao Huan's bedroom.

He has been here a few times because of business, and he knows that there have been many eerie things that he didn't want to be known about, and he even saw Zhao Huan in heat with the corpse.This kind of hobby, Ren Yuan really can't understand, every time he thinks about it, he gets hairy all over his body, if he is not anxious about the things in his hands, he would rather not know this place.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered.When she was at a loss, the maid in charge of tidying up and cleaning the room also came with a cleaning cart. Ren Yuan knew that she had a spare key, so she asked her to help open the door.The maid heard that His Highness, who had always gone to work before her arrival, hadn't woken up today, so she hesitated when she took out the key. If she opened it rashly and saw something she shouldn't see, wouldn't it be life-threatening?

But under Ren Yuan's repeated urging and reassurance, she finally compromised and opened the door.

Ren Yuan stepped into the room first and stopped still.

The bed was messy, Zhao Huan was wearing pajamas, and fell on his back on the big bed, his eyes were wide open, and he was shot in the forehead; there was another person, only wearing a white shirt, the hem of which had been pulled out of his black trousers, lying on his stomach. He fell on the carpet near the balcony door and was shot in the back. Da Tan's blood stained the carpet around him.

There was a strong smell of blood in the room.Although the rain had stopped outside, the cool autumn wind blew in through the half-opened balcony door, rolling the curtains.

The maid came in after him, and when she saw the scene in the room through Ren Yuan's side, she was trembling with fright, and cried out "Ah--".

A shrill female voice resounded throughout the corridor.

Only then did Ren Yuan react from the stupefaction, and quickly covered the maid's mouth: "Stop yelling! Go out and call the police! Do you understand?"

The maid looked at Ren Yuan with frightened eyes, and nodded slightly. When Ren Yuan let go of her hand slowly, she stumbled and ran out to call the police, even bumping into the door frame.

Ren Yuan couldn't see the face of the person who fell on the ground, but a back view was enough:

ruthless.

The police came very quickly and arrived at the scene in less than 10 minutes.

After registration, when entering the door of the crime scene, Mu Jiuping glanced at his watch, it was [-]:[-].

Ren Yuan took the lead in blocking the news, so there were only him, the maid, and two guards who were called to protect the scene.

Mu Jiuping stood at the door and glanced around, then ordered his subordinates to start the investigation in an orderly manner.

He has seen too many murder scenes in his life and has become numb. This time it is nothing more than the identity of the deceased.

The policemen divided their duties to take pictures and collect evidence, but Mu Jiuping was attracted to the man lying on the ground. This man's back was a bit familiar, especially since he was holding a|||gun in his right hand.

Self-defense?Should I kill Zhao Huan first and then commit suicide?

Mu Jiuping thought about it and walked slowly, when a police officer handed over the general situation: "Boss, the deceased A Zhao Huan, 49 years old, the cause of death was a gunshot to the forehead, the murder weapon was an M1903 . Ronning held a |||gun, and the bullet pierced through the skull and was embedded in the mattress. The time of death is speculated to be around 32:05 this morning."

Mu Jiuping nodded, raised his chin towards Wuqing's hand holding the gun and asked, "Do you think that looks like the 1903 style?"

The little policeman followed the captain's gaze, and almost exclaimed and rushed over: "Really!"

Mu Jiuping knelt down and brushed the man's bangs away, revealing half of his delicate and unforgettable face. Isn't this... heartless! ?

He was slightly taken aback. The police officer beside him had already taken down the gun at this time, sealed it in an evidence bag and handed it to Mu Jiuping. Knowing that he could not escape punishment, he shot himself with a gun?"

Mu Jiuping's hand resting on the ruthless carotid artery trembled, and he slapped his younger brother on the head, angrily said: "Kill your sister! Come on, he's still alive!"

With this yell, the criminal policemen in the room were dumbfounded. They hurriedly gathered and turned over the severely injured and fainted Ruthless in a hurry to prevent him from continuing to press the chest cavity to block breathing, call the ambulance, and press the wound to stop the bleeding. Messed up.

When Ren Yuan, who was standing at the door, heard this sentence, his expression became very ugly in an instant.

Five minutes later, Wuqing was carried into an ambulance and sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Zhao Huan's body was also packed up and planned to be sent to the police station for further autopsy.

Mu Jiuping frowned, and was still holding the evidence bag containing the drugs in his hand. He was leaning against the wall, and his subordinates were busy dangling in front of his eyes. Sleep.

ruthless......

Except for the first time I saw him at the scene of Cai Jing's death at Six Doors, and because of the need of the investigation, I talked with Fang Ying's housekeeper a few times. This man looks weak and weak, as if he could kill someone with a gun and then commit suicide?

Even if he hasn't asked the relevant people or carefully filtered the evidence, he already feels that something is wrong.

Raising his hand to embrace his arms, the evidence bag was also lifted up, this weight... He twitched violently with a blue stubble face, quickly took out gloves from his pocket, put them on, and opened the closed bag Take out the hand|||gun, pull out the magazine, the bullets inside are full!

His brows tightened even more, this gun was obviously not a murder weapon.

He looked around the room, and called his subordinates to ask in a low voice for a long time. The other Browning seemed to have evaporated, and no one had seen it.

Intuition told him that this case was not easy.He scratched his head irritably, glanced at Ren Ren and the terrified maid who were still standing outside the door, and ordered his men to take them to two rooms to wait for the police to interrogate.

Then, he took out his cell phone and called Qi Shaoshang.

Qi Shaoshang's cell phone rang at 07:30 in the morning, he sat up suddenly, his first reaction was the alarm clock——

Reason: After Xi Chao's night shift, the two made an appointment for breakfast, and they must not be late!

After a brief moment of confusion, he realized that it was the phone ringing.

The caller, Lao Ba.

Needless to say, there was another difficult case.

He put the phone to his ear, turned over, and asked sleepily, "Hello? What's the matter, old man? The Queen's corgi is lost?"

Mu Jiuping rolled his eyes in his heart, but he still maintained restraint in his words: "You are still in the mood to joke now? My place is blown up, okay? The queen's son is dead!"

Qi Shaoshang sat up suddenly: "Who? Who do you say is dead?"

Mu Jiuping told the general case again. He said here that Qi Shaoshang had already put on his pants with his phone tucked in there.

On the way Qi Shaoshang flew to the palace, he still didn't forget to call his wife. He wanted to tell Xi Chao not to leave, so that he could go home together after he had been to the scene, but it was a pity that Gu Xi Chao was already driving back On the way, and his voice on the phone was muffled, sounding very tired.He had no choice but to give him some distressing instructions, telling him to drive carefully and eat something before going home to catch up on sleep.

Along the way, Qi Shaoshang was imagining the scene of the crime that Lao Ba had just briefly described for him. It had been a long time since he had encountered such a bizarre and mysterious case. His hand holding the steering wheel was trembling with excitement, and the blood all over his body was almost It's about to boil!