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Meng Shengxiao said: "Not yet, the people under the Wei Dynasty checked his itinerary and said that he is on a business trip and won't be back until next week."

Song Yan nodded: "That's ok, although it sounds bad, but I can finally take a rest this weekend."

Meng Shengxiao was also convinced that Song Yan needed to pay attention, and asked, "Zhao Xinle is going home soon, how should I arrange it?"

Song Yan had a headache: "It's also pitiful, can't the school live on weekends?"

Meng Shengxiao said: "The school said that the requirement to live on weekends must be that part of the money paid at the beginning of the semester, and then parents must sign."

"It's almost the end of the primary school student's term. From now on, she has no one to rely on and the government will find a place to watch her." Song Yan rubbed his chin worryingly, "Life will be very difficult in the future."

"Why don't I go to the school to discuss it first, and we should be able to let her live until the holidays. Let's reconsider the holidays when Zhang Sheng has almost finished asking." Meng Shengxiao suggested.

Song Yan sighed: "Okay, although it's a bit cruel, but I have to let her come over after school tomorrow, you can pick it up, Xiaoyou is not familiar with her, I'm afraid I will scare her, let her send it to her father, lest she grow up There are regrets after being sensible."

Meng Shengxiao agreed.

And here Wei Chao was worried: "Old Fu really went to a nightclub?!"

"Ang." Wei Yang held the phone with a bitter face, "Brother, how can I explain to my aunt?"

"Don't worry yet." Wei Chao comforted him, "Yang'er, go in and have a look first, maybe he thinks it's fun to go for a stroll."

Wei Yang became even more depressed over there, glared several times at Lu, the person who was reaching out to stop him, and said to Wei Chao holding his mobile phone: "They won't let me in, saying I'm not old enough."

"Forget it, I'll take care of it, you wait outside." Wei Chao hung up the phone, Wen Dao just came out of the bathroom, and asked, "What's wrong? You're frowning."

Wei Chao put down his phone and watched him approaching, complaining, "Old Fu, this old man actually jumped into a nightclub. Do you think his bones are not crunchy enough?"

Wen Dao took a dry towel to wipe Wei Chao's hair, and he was stunned when he heard that: "Uncle Fu?"

"Yeah, I'm going to call him and ask him." Wei Yang called just after he finished speaking.

"Brother, there's no need, uncle is here!" The voice actually contained the excitement of escaping from death, and it was really embarrassing for him to be given such a task.

Wei Chao was a little suspicious: "So fast?"

Wei Yang said again: "There are others, I saw them. Uncle came out with Uncle Zhan. I heard them say they want to go back to the hotel to drink good wine."

"Okay, then go back to the hotel and be careful not to be discovered." Wei Chao also relaxed, looked at Wen Dao, and said in his eyes, "Please wipe my hair for me."

"Okay." Wei Yang agreed very readily.

"Yang'er?" Wei Chao dragged his voice.

"I know." Wei Yang was dejected again, "I won't run around."

Wei Chao hung up the phone in satisfaction, Wen Daocai wiped his hair with the towel thrown on his head just now.

Wei Chao squinted his eyes to enjoy, and took the initiative to explain: "Uncle Zhan and Lao Fu have known each other since they were young, and they are usually not serious. Later, I heard that they opened a nightclub, but this is the first time for Lao Fu to go."

Wen Dao didn't stop moving, and deliberately said: "Maybe I go there often, you just don't know. You think everyone is like me before, letting you stare at me every day."

Wei Chao clenched his fist and covered his mouth: "Cough."

Wen Dao slapped him.

"But he has a sense of proportion. It's just like what I said before, what Yang'er is worried about won't happen, but I'm afraid they have something to hide from us. Even if it's drinking, he should control it when he's old." Wei Chao continued to enjoy with his eyes closed.

Wen Dao smiled: "You have quite confidence in Uncle Fu."

Wei Chao raised his head: "Of course, our family members are all like this, so infatuated."

"Including you?" After wiping almost, Wen Dao put down the towel, and asked Wei Chao's chin with his index finger.

"I'm different." Wei Chao shook his head.

Wen Dao raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"I am the most infatuated." Sitting on the edge of the bed, Wei Chao hugged Wen Dao's waist and said with a smile, "I will never have two hearts."

Wen Dao patted him: "You don't dare to measure you."

"I'm motivated to be a strict wife." Wei Chao sniffed the fragrance of bath liquid on his body, "It's so beautiful."

"Poor." Wen Dao pushed him away and changed the topic: "Why didn't you dry your hair first when you came out, the pillow was soaked."

Wei Chao rubbed it up again with a playful smile: "I'll wait for you, wife, don't be angry, I'll go get a new one right away?"

Wen Dao glanced at him, his face tensed but he couldn't help laughing, why is this person getting more and more rascal.

The next afternoon, Zhao Xinle cried and refused to come. She said she was afraid of being beaten by her father, and Meng Shengxiao didn't force her anymore.

It may be the shadow left by when I was very young.

As the days passed, the longer Zhang Sheng's symptoms dragged on, the more disturbing he felt. During this period, neither Wen Dao nor Zhao Xinle could make him respond. The bureau, hospital, and private doctors were all helpless. In a word that violates materialism, he seems to have been taken away by some dirty thing.

"How about..." Xiao You said early in the morning, "Let's find a fortune teller, Taoist priest or something... Aww!"

Song Yan withdrew his hand and scolded: "I think you don't want to do it anymore, hurry up and find me Qian Yuan!"

"……Yes."

As a result, Xiaoyou called an hour later, and before Song Yan could speak, he hurriedly said, "Team Song, you hurry up and bring someone here!"

Song Yan's heart tightened, but he still asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"Qian Yuan was killed at home!"

"What?!" Song Yan was startled, and immediately went downstairs to lead someone to Qian Yuan's house, asking as he walked, "Are you dead?"

"Dead." Xiao You looked at Qian Yuan's body with an indescribable expression, and swallowed with difficulty - he was dead.

There was nothing strange about the scene, the only thing out of the ordinary was Qian Yuan's corpse - he was lying on the ground, holding a knife in his hand, his stomach seemed to have been stabbed three or four times, but his hands were folded on his stomach, If he ignores Xue Hulaci's wound, he is very peaceful, even seems to be asleep.

Song Yan frowned and looked at it for a long time, scratched his hair irritably, and said, "We only know about him. Why did he just come back last night and died today, damn it."

"It's getting late, the deceased should have died last night," Cao Guangdan, the team's forensic doctor, shook his head, "About eleven o'clock."

"Last night?" Song Yan was puzzled, this man's blood didn't seem to be congealed very much, and it was even a little bright red.

"Team Song, look," Cao Guangdan pointed to the blood on the floor under Qian Yuan's body, "this pool looks different."

Song Yan didn't speak, Cao Guangdan said: "At present, I suspect that the assailant used blood preservation solution."

Song Yan was puzzled: "What's the purpose?"

"I don't know, and it requires a lot of quantity." Cao Guangdan shook his head.

Meng Shengxiao suggested from the side: "Song Yan, why don't we ask Mr. Wen and the others to come and have a look?"

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao called: "Captain Song is busy."

"Everything you say is right today." Song Yan was powerless to argue, "Come and see."

Here, Wei Chao and Wen Dao looked at each other and asked, "The Municipal Bureau?"

"Running to the scene." He couldn't hold back his words, "They all sit in the office every day like you Young Master Wei."

"How can it be? I'm still hanging out with my Ah Wen." Wei Chao finally seized the opportunity to show off.

Song Yan fumed his forehead and sighed a misstep: "Forget it, I'll send you a location, you guys hurry up."

When Wei Chaohe Wendao went downstairs, the sound of the police car had already summoned everyone in the community—it was a way to gather people's strength.

When Wei Chao entered the door and saw the corpse, he almost attacked the police, turned around and covered Wen Dao's eyes.

"It's okay." Wen Dao took his hand away and patted him to indicate that it's okay.Then the two went in to have a look at the corpse. Although they were fully prepared, after all, they rarely experienced this kind of scene. After a few seconds, they moved their eyes away. He asked Song Yan: "Captain Song, do you have any other discoveries?"

"I searched around just now and didn't find any clues." Song Yan pointed at the rest of the policemen with his chin. "They are still looking at one place and one place, but they still haven't found anything."

"You can't find it, so let us come here. Can we follow casually at the first scene?" Wei Chao's question is not irritating, after all, their entry and exit are too conspicuous.

"Mr. Wen," Meng Shengxiao explained, "because almost all the criminal suspects and victims have some intentions for you, and there is no progress in their development at present, so I can only ask you to help out."

That's right, Wei Chao patted his chin and agreed with the last sentence very much, after all, my family Ah Wen is so smart.

"Officer Meng doesn't need to say that." Wen Dao was easy to speak, "Besides, you all worked hard for everyone."

Wen Dao took a deep breath, then glanced at Wei Chao, who seemed to know what he was going to do, smiled encouragingly and stretched out his hand to squeeze his palm.

Wen Dao knelt down and looked at the corpse carefully. Qian Yuan's left hand holding the knife was covered with blood. Cao Guangdan noticed his gaze and said, "Mr. Wen, his hand is too tight, and there is no way to break it off yet."

Wen Dao nodded, then moved a few steps to the left of the corpse, and then looked at each place carefully.

Xiaoyu said that Qian Yuan got off the plane at [-] o'clock last night, and the neighbor said he had arrived home at [-]:[-], and it seemed that he had changed into home clothes after returning home. There are no dishes to wash, which means that after eating, no one has been in the house for a long time, and no one has been asked to clean it, but the floor is smooth and the leather sofa is free of any dust... Wen Dao looked at it a little bit, looked up and asked: "Excuse me What is the current estimated time of death?"

"Around eleven at night."

"That's weird." Wen Dao frowned.

Wei Chao asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Dao said: "If it was eleven o'clock, it would have been past ten o'clock when Qian Yuan returned home. He took a shower, changed his clothes, cooked and ate something by himself, and even cleaned the room. It was too late in such a short time."

"Boiled noodles!" Xiao You brought the big bowl over with gloves on, "There are still leftovers of beef noodles."

"That... means that someone killed him, and then he was here in front of him," Song Yan pointed to Qian Yuan, and said with difficulty, "I ate the bowl of noodles, cleaned up and left?"

Meng Shengxiao said: "If the time given by Lao Cao is correct, then this possibility is very high."

"Is this case related to the previous ones?" Xiao You asked while holding a bowl.

Everyone ignored him, thinking that this is not nonsense.

"Yes." Wen Dao said directly.

Xiaoyou asked again: "Why?"

"I beg you, shut up." Song Yan shook his head annoyed, "How come you are such a person in the bureau who only eats and doesn't grow brains. What are you doing with the bowl? Do you want to eat it? You, lick it clean?"

Xiaoyou had a cold face and shivered.

Song Yan reminded him: "If you drop this bowl on me, your job will be ruined."

Is it easy for Xiaoyou?Working under a moody older single male boss is risky, and you need to be cautious about making money.

"Look." Except for Wei Chao who never took his eyes off Wen Dao, everyone was attracted by his voice, "He seems to have a birthmark under his left ear."

Song Yan was puzzled when he heard the words: "What happened to the birthmark?"

"The important thing is not the birthmark," Wei Chao said, looking into Wen Dao's eyes, and Wen Dao sighed, "The important thing is the 'left ear'."