Qiao Xue followed Xingli to a luminous wall next to her with x-rays placed, and began to introduce it—

"The deceased Chen Weiyang, an Asian male, is 28 years old, is healthy and has no history of drug abuse. The cause of death was caused by severe bleeding caused by a sharp tool. His death should be from five to seven in the morning. Since you said you released him after five o'clock, and his home is about an hour away from the police station. Then he should have been killed within an hour from six to seven o'clock."

"The murderer was very decisive in the murderer's action. I checked some oils in the victim's nails, but these oils were not oils secreted from the human skin, but vegetable oils. It should be that the murderer suddenly hugged the victim from behind when he was killing him, and directly pulled the victim's neck and let go. The victim should have caught something in a hurry and fell to the ground like this. In addition, no fingerprints or footprints were found."

"The murder weapon is a sharp knife that is fifteen centimeters long, which is the victim's home. The murderer specially used the victim's home to commit crimes to prevent the victim's home from being tracked down from the murder weapon. He is very smart and cautious."

"In addition, you are right. There is indeed a pattern of the snow mountain lion flag on the thigh of the deceased. It can be said that the possibility of being the same person is very high, just like the two heroes who were killed before."

Qiao Xue pinched her nose and thought for a long time.

After a while, she nodded and said, "I understand. I will go to the Superintendent to ask the two cases to be merged and handled. Dr. Xingli, thank you."

Xingli smiled slightly and shook her head gently: "It's okay. This is my duty. Ah. You seem very tired? How much time has there been no rest? Why don't you come here and I'll make you a cup of coffee."

Qiao Xue shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect you to make coffee? Well... I'll give me a cup. I've really felt very tired these two days..."

Next to the morgue is Xingli's office. It feels different from the cold outside. There are plants and heating on, and the bright lights have a warm and comfortable feeling.

The sound of the coffee maker began to sizzle and the rich aroma began to emanate.

Qiao Xue sat in her seat and looked at the many photo frames placed on the table. Inside were photos taken by Xingli and different people in many completely different styles.

"It seems, do you like traveling?"

Xingli came over with two cups of coffee. She placed one in front of Qiao Xue and smiled and said, "In a certain way... it is true. I have been to many places and made friends with many people. Sometimes I go on orders, and sometimes it is my own interest."

Qiao Xue took a sip of coffee, closed her eyes, and let the rich fragrance spread in her mouth: "Order? Is His Majesty the Emperor of the British Empire? I really didn't expect that the person sitting in front of me was actually related to the British royal family?"

Xingli just smiled, it should be considered a default.

After taking two or three sips, Qiao Xue let out a breath and was also energetic. But just as she was about to finish the coffee in one breath, Xingli next to her suddenly spoke and said something she couldn't understand-

"Do you think...the past history can be changed?"

Qiao Xue stopped drinking coffee and looked at Xingli with a very strange expression, as if she was looking at a very strange guy.

After a long silence, she finally shook her head and smiled: "If it were my dad, he would have wanted to change the past very much. But it's a pity that I am a materialist."

Xingli's eyes lit up and she said, "Your father? It's rare to hear you talk about your family?"

Qiao Xue smiled: "Yes, in the past two days, I mentioned that my family has really been in a lot. Well, my father's name is Qiao Feng. But... I think you probably won't know him. Speaking of which, I was a little proud of him. He used to be a top killer! He was affiliated with the international criminal organization Liuyinghui! To be honest, I really doubt whether these two cases were done by my father, because it was so sharp."

"The flowing evil spirits...?"

Xingli paused for a moment, frowned and nodded: "I have heard of this organization. Their leaders have always been on the important list of F-sisters. But... Qiao Feng? Wait a minute, I'll check it out."

After saying that, Xingli turned around and quickly typing on the computer keyboard next to her. Qiao Xue didn't care at all and continued to drink coffee in small sips.

Soon, Xingli finished checking, her head was exposed from the computer, she frowned and said, "I have a friend who is an agent of the F-pillow. He has collected a lot of information about the Liuying Club. However, Qiao Feng...? I didn't see this person on the list."

Qiao Xue drank all the coffee: "Of course. It has been a long time since my dad left the Liuying Club."

"No, no, no, it's not the problem."

After saying that, Xingli turned the computer screen directly over. When Qiao Xue saw the information displayed on the screen, she couldn't help but be stunned.

"Your father... Qiao Feng, he has already died long ago? He died 27 years ago in Tibet. When he was on a Tibet tour... he was confirmed to have died for some reason? Even the body was found, and the Chinese government has confirmed it. At that time, you should be just in your mother's belly... How could you have any memories of your father?"

Qiao Xue was stunned.

She stared blankly at the screen with pictures of "Qiao Feng"'s profile.

On that photo, it is indeed a photo of Qiao Feng, a young father. It contains detailed records of the time and place of his joining the Wind and Yingye Club, as well as the report of his death after traveling to Tibet.

But……

"How is this... possible?!"

"My dad... died 27 years ago?!"

Qiao Xue was stunned on the spot.

Her pupils began to dissipate, and the corners of her mouth began to twitch involuntarily.

Seeing Qiao Xue so surprised, Xingli next to her looked a little scared. She hurried over and grabbed Qiao Xue's arm and said softly: "Are you okay? Are you... really not kidding? Have you really met your father? No kidding??"

All the past...

I have been fighting for the man who has always appeared in my life since I have memories...

The dad who is sometimes strict with himself, sometimes generous with himself, loves his mother very much, and loves himself very much...

He died 27 years ago? (To be continued...)

ps:  This story is warned by the editorial department because it involves xizang and dalai... So in the future, all my sensitive words about this aspect will be replaced by words such as zangdu and dalai.
Chapter completed!