After putting away the phone, Yu Jinwen looked at Nan Song with a hoarse throat, "Xiao Song, Jiang Fan..."

She heard it.

Nan Song rolled out of bed and got dressed almost instantly.

As a result, I don't know if I moved too hastily, but the hem of my clothes was brought to the unfinished jade carving on the table, and fell to the ground with a "dong" sound, breaking a corner.

The boy's head was broken.

Yu Jinwen and Nan Song stared blankly at the jade carvings on the ground and the small piece of jade that was broken into pieces. They were both stunned.

Nan Song frowned, and his heart suddenly seemed to be empty.

Looking around in confusion, I have nowhere to go.

——

The wind and rain were miserable, and the dark night had no end.

Jiang Fan is dead.

When Nan Song and Yu Jinwen rushed to the detention center in the rain, what they saw was Jiang Fanping's body lying on a simple stretcher.

His body was already cold and stiff, and he lay there quietly, making no sound.

Nan Song was protected by Yu Jinwen holding an umbrella all the way in, and his body was still wet.

Arriving at the door of the forensic examination room and seeing Jiang Fan's body, Nan Song paused.

She looked at it intently, feeling as if a thick layer of gravel had been buried in her heart, which was stuck there, unable to be dug out or moved away, and she felt a dull pain.

Yu Jinwen's eyes were deep and he turned to look at Nan Song with concern.

The news came so suddenly and unprepared that no one expected it.

Ji Yun and Cheng Xian also followed, standing behind them and looking at Nan Song, their faces equally full of worry.

This situation has been happening one after another recently, people are dying one after another, and now Jiang Fan has died again... They are really afraid that Nansong Society will not be able to bear it.

Nan Song finally raised his feet and stepped forward.

Step by step, she walked towards Jiang Fan, towards this man who had fought side by side with her and shared joys and sorrows with her.

A comrade she once trusted so much.

Jiang Fan's body has been examined by the forensic doctor. The body was covered with a layer of white cloth, with only the head and neck exposed, and there was an obvious red mark on the neck.

Ji Yun had already gone over to read the inspection report, put on gloves again, and inspected the body.

Nan Song's eyes were red and his throat was choked, "How do people die?"

Zhao Xu stood nearby, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, with a serious expression on his face, "Murder."

Nan Song and Yu Jinwen suddenly looked up at him.

Zhao Xu glanced at the forensic doctor, who said: "Initially, it was reported that he committed suicide. It was true that a large amount of unidentified toxins were found in the body of the deceased, but there were signs of struggle before his death, including his ankles and calves.

There are scars left by friction and strangulation marks on the neck. People who really want to die will not struggle in vain."
Chapter completed!