"Front page headlines? Is this a bit too much?"

Qiao Feng stood up and looked at the woman holding the camera in her hand and looking gloating. ※※

"I just died here. Don't you think it's very inappropriate to say such things now?"

Facing Qiao Feng, the reporter didn't feel afraid at all. She snorted coldly, continued to shake the camera in her hand, and said, "It was because of the death that I felt that it was very timely. I originally thought that such a trip provided by China Telecom would be a good topic for news. Ha! Now it seems that this topic is really exciting!"

While speaking, Ji Ming put on his cold clothes, picked up the camera, and was about to walk to room No. 1.

At this time, Wei Jiuqiang's face looked a little ugly. He walked up to him and wanted to hold the woman, but his hand was just touching Ji Ming's clothes and she suddenly threw it away!

"What do you want to do?!"

"Miss Ji, I know you are a journalist. But at this time... can you not do such words that make the deceased sad?"

Ji Ming raised his nose, glanced at Wei Jiuqiang with great contempt, and sneered: "Haha! What you think in your heart is not respecting the dead, right? You, a guy who looks hypocritical, is actually afraid that someone will die in the tour group he led, and that I will expose this matter and then create a bad reputation, right? Tell you, since you are so worried, I will do this!"

After saying that, Ji Ming walked towards Room No. 1 again. But this time...

"What do you want to do? Even you... want to stop me?"

She raised her head and looked at Qiao Feng, who was nearly one head taller than her, and looked at his cold and firm eyes.

Qiao Feng stared at this woman for a long time... After that, the coldness in his eyes gradually melted. After he shook his head, a gentle color appeared in his eyes again, and he said-

"Ms. Ji, this is the scene of the murder. Before I know what happened, I think non-professionals should enter as little as possible. Prosecutor Liu Fu, can you kiss you and check the body again? See if there is anything to find."

Liu Fulanqing put on the cold-resistance suit and nodded. But at this moment...

"If... I want to examine the body, can I let me do it than the prosecutor?"

Surprisingly, the person who said this was not someone else. He was the fat man who looked fat and always smiled like Maitreya Buddha, and was promoted.

He smiled and seemed a little embarrassed.

"Maybe you can't tell from the appearance, but I'm actually a doctor. The examination of the body... should be more or less useful."

Qiao Feng and Liu Fulanqing looked at each other and nodded. After that, Xiang Jinsheng began to put on the cold clothes and came to the door of Room No. 1.

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Just as Liu Fulanqing and Xiang Zhengsheng were about to step in again, the prosecutor said something to Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng was stunned for a moment, but soon, he also put on the cold clothes and formed a three-person team with the two people, and once again stepped into this room that had been completely conquered by the cold.

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"Well... this is really scary."

Although in the snow and ice, Xiang Zhengqian's glove-wearing hands seemed a little clumsy. He still inspected various parts of the body very skillfully, and looked at the heart.

While checking the corpse to the promotion, Qiao Feng looked at the wall that was broken through by some object again, and looked at the darkness outside. After that, his eyes fell on Liu Fulanqing, who was staring at the corpse next to him.

"Why, would you let me come in and check?"

Qiao Feng asked—

"You actually believe in a profession that is not recognized in China - a detective?"

Liu Fulanqing was still staring at the body. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "I'll look through your case records."

"Ha. That's it? It's really easy for you to trust people."

"When Officer Xu and Hua Ruo met, they both admitted your family."

Qiao Feng shrugged his shoulders.

"Since they believe in you, I should believe in you too. Even if... you were a scumbag and a scumbag in the underworld, I wouldn't mind."

Qiao Feng smiled and said, "This happened many years ago? It's been a long time, so long that even I almost forgot about it."

"Forgot...?"

Liu Fulanqing turned around and his beautiful eyes stared at Qiao Feng.

After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of white breath—

"So, can you forget the organization you used to be, the Liuyinghui?"

The wind and snow outside blew in.

Cold.

The dark snow flakes surrounded all the lives here, as if they were to squeeze them in the middle, constantly squeeze, squeeze, and squeeze again. Use the most desperate darkness and deep cold to crush all the lives here...

"Huh, it's more troublesome."

He raised his head to Jinsheng and shook his hands. After looking at the bed, he said—

"Hey, two. Can you help lift the entire mattress? His body was frozen hard, and I can't do any way to solve the problem."

The two nodded and walked to both sides of the mattress. The three of them lifted it up with force.

But just as the mattress rose, a photo slid out of the thin snow on the bed and fell to the ground.

Qiao Feng picked it up and took a look. It was a selfie of Zhou Kongming.

The photo shows a mountainous road, but it is blocked at this moment. And above this photo, there is a total solar eclipse.

The shooting time was November 2 two years ago.

By the way, Zhou Kongming grew up in Xueshen Village, right? So, is this also a solar eclipse phenomenon in Xueshen Village?

After reading it, Qiao Feng put the photo casually in his arms, and the three of them carried the mattress and returned to the warm living room.

Although the moment they saw the body, everyone else seemed shocked! But they finally opened the empty room No. 2 and let Qiao Feng and Liu Fulanqing enter the promotion. About an hour later...

The three people finally walked out of the room and faced the people in front of them with many questions.

"Mr. Zhou was not killed by someone piercing the heart with a knife."
Chapter completed!