If this city is nothing, then everything it presents is completely a real reflection of the real world. Zhan Peng couldn't help but sigh, "It's so rich that you can make the devil push the grinding!" He followed Staff B to the ice warehouse where Han Yingying's body. He just sent Lao Chen over here, and he felt sad and did not pay attention to the environment here. In the empty space, the cold air was filled with caution, and there were so many unwilling souls behind the freezer door.

Fan Tong took the antibacterial gloves handed over by the staff and gently fiddled with Han Yingying's head. Wang Lei looked inside with curious footsteps, and couldn't help but vomited out with a "wow". "Look at you, look, don't you cause trouble for me?" B stomped her feet anxiously. Zhan Peng pushed Wang Lei to the bathroom to vomit, nodded and blamed her, and took two steps in three steps to find tools to help clean up. Han Yingying's body was lying stiffly in the cold cabinet. The right back of the head was deeply sunk into a size of a palm, and the dry and solidified blood seemed like a huge black scar. Fan Tong silently remembered every detail in his heart. The edge of the wound was slightly wider than inside, and the flesh was blurred and shattered. It can be seen that the murderer was so cruel that he not only hit it, but repeatedly attacked this place until the victim died. The edge of the wound was slightly lengthened to the left, and he boldly guessed that the tool for the crime might be a hammer, but his head was protruding but not The sharp edge of the weapon. "Is the murderer a right-handed?" Fan Tong said to himself. "What did you see?" Zhan Peng settled Wang Lei and returned to the corpse. "Nothing special was found." Fan Tong rolled up the sleeves of the corpse and checked whether there were other scars on his body. It can be seen that Han Yingying was also a beauty lover during her lifetime. She had exquisite makeup on her face and even had nails specially done. "Eh?" Zhan Peng's eyes followed her hands to look at her. Go, the nail art nails on the index finger of the left index finger of the corpse actually fell off, revealing its own nails. There was a layer of fine roughness on the nail surface. Girls generally know this situation very well. This is the hair layer that damages the nails when the nails fall off, commonly known as shaving hair. Fan Tong muttered in her heart. In theory, how could a woman who loves beautiful people so much, not get rid of the nail art without repairing it? There is probably only one reason, that is, she accidentally fell off while fighting with the murderer.

"Do you think that the murderer's purpose is to kill people, and it is not like the one rumored outside that he ran into a robber?" Zhan Peng approached Fan Tong's ear and muttered in a low voice. "I think..." "I said, you are not finished yet, go quickly, the old man on the night side should come over to patrol in a while." After B cleaned up the ground, he looked at the time and came back to urge him. The body was sent back to its original appearance. The three of them followed B downstairs. "If you know any news, please notify me without worry. Don't worry, you will be unaware of your benefits." Fan Tong handed over his phone number. B's eyes rolled and he closed with a smile, "Don't worry, I will notify you!" Seeing Fan Tong's "magnanimity", he was very happy to hand over her, the rich man, and expressed his friendly reveal to her some things. However, it was mostly useless gossip. In addition to the items stolen by the murderer, he took away more than 100,000 yuan in cash placed by the owner of the house and the deceased's jewelry. Fan Tong and the other two walked out of the first floor gate, and B chased after him. "Little girl, wait a moment, I suddenly remembered something, I don't know if it's what you want to know." "You said" B looked around and said in a low voice, "When Han Yingying was just sent, there was a smile on her lips, which was very strange." I didn't hear anyone would be happy when she met a bad person! This is too strange.

Leaving the funeral home, Fan Tong drove back to the city center and found a clean and fast hotel, opened a business suite, and several people lived there. Zhan Peng closed the door and asked Fan Tong in confusion, "Didn't this mean this is a city that does not exist at all? How did you swipe your card just now?" Fan Tong put the bank card back into his wallet and smiled slightly mockingly, "Maybe the organizer specially prepared a POS machine in advance in order to make some money?!"
Chapter completed!