Lin Fan took out the wet wipes from the bag, pressed the corners of his lips slowly, wiped it down along the jaw line to clean the orange juice, and wiped off his fingers one by one.

Song Yuhang couldn't bear to see it: "You wipe your hands just like this... so what?" She really couldn't say the two words, in front of so many people.

Lin Fan glanced lightly towards the past. Whether it was in the past or now, perhaps she herself did not realize that she always showed her desires intentionally or unintentionally in front of Song Yuhang. In other words, she seduced her without showing a trace.

But Song Yuhang still eats her.

Lin Nian laughed, and handed her the delicately scented tissue paper: "Look at mountains as mountains, see water as water, what you see is what you are."

These words were a bit sloppy and quite Zen-like, Duan Cheng leaned on the front row seat: "Song team, what are you talking about?"

Fang Xin pulled the person back: "Buddha, sit down if you don't understand."

Lin Fan chuckled. In her laughter, Song Yuhang quietly reddened his ears and snatched the tissue away.

"Wipe and wipe, whoever is afraid of whom."

When she turned to talk to Fang Xin, Song Yuhang saw the light lipstick mark she left on the tissue, and immediately glanced aside like a guilty conscience. Lin Fan was still talking to Fang Xin.

She just wanted to wipe her mouth, but she still got the lip mark and closed her eyes slightly.

It smells so good.

Her taste.

Lin Nian looked at her thoughtfully.

When Song Yuhang came back to his senses, he was facing the smiley eyes, and suddenly seemed to be seen through the big secret, red ears on the ground, his face burning hot.

As the vehicle was moving, she leaned toward her intentionally or unintentionally, and the Ruoruuowu fragrance pierced every pore on her body.

The sound of the wheels obliterated her voice.

"Song team don't be embarrassed, I'll see you off."

Song Yuhang squeezed the paper towel like a hot potato. He quickly wiped his hands and threw them into the trash can without squinting. He also helped her increasingly crooked body back.

"Sit down."

"The front is serious, the queen is presumptuous, Team Song, Team Song, where is the urge to kiss me in the kitchen?" Lin Nie lowered her voice, and they sat close together. She tilted her head slightly and moved in. On her ears.

Song Yuhang straightened his back and didn't look at her: "Lin Wei, I warn you not to go too far."

"Oh, cuddling is not too much, and verbal teasing is too much, double standard."

"You..." Song Yuhang took a deep breath, and moved forward without a trace, lest the heat she exhaled from talking burrowed into her neck and ears.

Itchy tight.

Lin looked funny. Song Yuhang was really a wonderful person. On the one hand, he chased her, and on the other hand, he would be nervous and shy because of her approach.

It's a bit funny to see the embarrassed look on the face of a person who has always been fearless.

Lin Nian thought about this, his nails scratched her earlobes intentionally or unintentionally, and they touched them like a dragonfly, but Song Yuhang bounced like an electric shock, looked back at her abruptly, and gritted his teeth.

"Lin, tired."

She was really going to be **** off by her, and she didn’t look at what was going on now. There were people in a car. While she was so ashamed to explode, she was stunned by her...

Lin Wei blinked innocently, then sat back: "It seems that Team Song doesn't like my kiss. It's a pity, I also said..."

Song Yuhang glanced at the past, "What a pity?"

Lin Wei's eyes lingered on her lips, nothing was said in her mouth, it was clear that there was something in her eyes.

Song Yuhang really felt that he would die if he sat next to her for another minute. He was either ashamed or suffocated.

She gritted her teeth and straightened up, but she touched the roof of the car again with a loud bang.

Lin Fan couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Song Yuhang rubbed his head. Before she could swear, Zheng Chengrui handed the walkie-talkie over.

"Team Song, let Team Zhang look for it."

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"She killed her and did it alone. No matter how we ask, we will never let go."

Modern interrogations have long ceased to use torture to extract confessions. The ubiquitous surveillance video is not only to monitor the actions of criminal suspects, but also to remind criminals to lead by example.

Zhang Jinhai paced back and forth outside the interrogation room.

After listening to him, Song Yuhang frowned, "Where is her son?"

"Sent to the city hospital for protection."

"Send a few more people to patrol 24 hours a day. It must not allow people to take advantage of it."

Zhang Jinhai quickly ordered, and another team of criminal police rushed to the hospital with guns.

Song Yuhang pondered for a moment: "Well, let me take a trial. Could Team Zhang wear headphones to go in, let me say something for you."

Within a month, they were all under great pressure if the case could not be solved.

Zhang Jinhai quickly abandoned that prejudice: "Okay, you are a veteran of interrogation, try it."

In the "Ding Xue case," Lin Wei had seen her posture to interrogate criminals, and knew that this person could not only use micro-expression psychology flexibly, but was also used to attacking the mind, step by step to defeat the opponent's psychological defense.

Even someone with rich experience and anti-investigation awareness like her had to weigh when they met Song Yuhang.

"Oh, Officer Song finally couldn't help but end himself."

Once it was about business, Song Yuhang regained his serious aura again.

She handed Lin Wei the earphones: "Would you like to listen in?"

Lin Wei snatched it over and put it on: "That's necessary, let's start."

A slight smile floated on the corner of Song Yuhang's lips, and he heard the sound of the iron door opening and locking, and he sat down again.

"Wei Fengzhen, since Yu Xinye has been dead for so many years, you still use his previous number, which shows that you are not a ruthless and unrighteous woman."

"You are a mother, and being a mother is strong. I have reason to believe that you do something to protect your children, but you will not believe that you kill for your children, because the children who died, they also have families and parents. You have already abandoned a daughter, the kind of heart-piercing pain, I think you should be able to experience it."

"The difference between humans and animals is that humans have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, as well as the gift of empathy. How can you bear the pain you have already suffered and impose it on others?"

"All of our police sympathize with you, but the law is fair and just, and will not let a bad person be spared, and will not let a person who was originally innocent and upright suffer injustice. You want to make it clear that your son is still young. , If you really bear this charge, maybe you will spend your whole life in prison, or..."

Song Yuhang paused: "I will never see your son again."

"A person is alive and can survive, but does not demand death."

Zhang Jinhai continued her words and said: "Do you have any concerns. Tell them and see if we can help you. Trust our police. No one in this world can expect truth and justice to be done more than the police."

If these words were spoken face-to-face, it is estimated that Lin Fei would have been moved to the ground long ago. While spurning the kindness and innocence of this person in the bottom of her heart, she would not help but feel agitated for her words.

Song Yuhang is such a person, whether speaking or doing things or being a person, he is born with a convincing power.

Zhang Jinhai learned Song Yuhang's tone in a seven-to-eighth manner, but this was enough.

The opposite Wei Lihong had changed from choking to sobbing: "No...I didn't...I killed those people...I killed them all..."

Song Yuhang threw a blockbuster.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of someone threatening your son's life?"

"Don't worry." Zhang Jinhai said, taking the tablet from his subordinates and handing it over: "Your son is safe in the hospital. You can look at him."

The hospital monitored the video transmitted back in real time. Two policemen with live ammunition stood at the door of the ward, and another was sitting next to the bed. The medical staff was scrubbing the child and changing him a new urine bag.

"The Central Hospital is a hospital that cooperates with our police. Your son is safe there. We will protect him 24 hours a day. The medical staff will also take care of his health around the clock."

Wei Lihong stroked her son's pale side face on the screen, tears crashing down.

Song Yuhang went on to say: "His latest check-up report came out. At the end of uremia, he needs dialysis at least three times a week. Not only do you have to take care of him, but you also have to bear financial pressure. Just imagine if your husband Li Hai was still there. , Your days should not be so tight."

"So, tell me, how did Li Hai die? Did that person kill him, or did you kill him together?"

"Do not!!!"

Listening to the woman's hoarse cry from the earphones, Lin Fan took it a little farther and lowered his voice.

"How do you know they killed Li Hai?"

Song Yuhang said, "Guess it."

After passing the last toll station, the expressway is about to go off. The closer you are to Jiangcheng, the more nervous the crowd becomes.

This atmosphere also indirectly affected Lin Fan. She rubbed her eyebrows, took a deep breath, and watched the street signs in the Jiangcheng district approaching.

She is well aware that the suspect is hiding in a corner in the Jiangcheng district before he reveals his head and tail.

The enemy is in the dark, they are in the light, for some reason, there is always a sense of anxiety that lingers in my heart.

She shook her head, trying to drive this feeling out.

The more this happened, Song Yuhang became more calm. She waited quietly for the other party to finish roaring, and crushed the last straw on the camel that was about to fall on the ground.

"I guess you are not happy after you married Li Hai. First of all, his parents can't accept you from the countryside, but they can't hold the meaning of their son, you are still married."

"After marriage, the freshness passed quickly. Li Hai began to stay away at night, looking for fun outside. After you had a child, it became even worse. It's just that you didn't divorce you because of the face. Your heart is ashamed. The love of both body and mind was given to the child, but the good times did not last long. If the son is sick, he should go to the hospital for an examination for congenital kidney disease."

"Lee Hai not only didn't want to pay for the medical treatment for his children, but he also started preparing for a divorce. At this moment, that person also appeared. He became totally unrecognizable. He came back to seek revenge from you, but he didn't kill you. Instead, it was you. Kill Li Hai together."

Zhang Jinhai leaned forward slightly, staring at her every expression.

There were tears on Wei Lihong's face. She shook her head desperately, shaking her whole body in handcuffs: "No...no...no...I didn't kill him...no...no!!!"

Song Yuhang suddenly raised his voice: "Where is the crime scene?! How did you kill him?!"

Wei Lihong collapsed and started crying, and buried her head in her palm: "No...no...I didn't mean it...no..."

Song Yuhang decided to give the last dose of strong medicine: "Frankly confessing is considered a crime and meritorious service, and the government will bear a large portion of your son's follow-up treatment costs, and it can be considered as benevolent."

Wei Lihong cried out of breath: "I said... I said... I said... As long as you take good care of my son..."

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This is the first time Bai Ling has come to his home.

Hidden in the house next to the garbage dump in the suburban industrial park, the man removed the big lock hung on the door, a bit like the big and strong iron lock that locks the warehouse.

Darkness followed, and Bai Ling was a little frightened.

The man reached in and pulled the greasy lamp cord. The whole room suddenly opened up, and it was divided into upper and lower floors.

"Go in, she is about your age, you should like her."

Who is this "she"?

Bai Ling is always a little muddled these days, there are cuts on her wrists cut out by a knife, which she caused by herself.

Fortunately, the uncle saved her again.

Soon she saw the "she" in his mouth.

This seems to be an abandoned warehouse, with sundries piled up at the door, and the sink next to it, emitting a smell of disinfectant.

Going further inside, the person in the wheelchair turned around, wearing a woolen cap, his skin was very white, and there were many spots on his face that were deposited due to poor metabolism of kidney disease.

Those eyes were calm, and the whole person was gathered in a black dress, looking extraordinarily thin.

Bai Ling opened his eyes curiously and looked at her, but the girl suddenly turned around, moved her wheelchair to the computer, and continued typing.

The man smiled: "She's not very talkative, you guys play, I'll go out for a while."

After he said that, he walked to the person sitting in the wheelchair and pretended to pick up things for her, but in fact he whispered: "Don't let her leave here alive."

"What about you?" The girl was finally willing to look back at him from the computer screen.

The man smiled meaningfully: "Me? Of course I went to find our last test product."

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Jiangcheng Central Hospital.

The criminal policeman on duty at the door of the ward had been standing all afternoon, and he handed his mobile phone to his companion.

"Oh, I can't do it anymore. Go to the toilet. You can take a look for me first."

"Okay, do it, go and get back soon, you have a lot of work."

The colleague laughed and scolded, but still waved to let him go.

Not long after he ran into the toilet, a cleaner pushing a car appeared in the corridor.

"Stop, the intensive care unit, you can't enter without permission." The detective stopped him.

The middle-aged man wears a mask, a blue disposable surgical cap on his head, white spots on his sideburns, shoe covers on his feet, and speaks a dialect.

"Didn't Dr. Zhao let me come here? He said that this patient pulled the bed and asked me to come over and change the sheets."

Doctor Zhao?

The detective was stunned for a moment, as if he had visited a doctor surnamed Zhao when he checked the patient inside.

He subconsciously went to see this person's certificate, the name and title of the hospital were all stamped.

He gave way: "Go, go in, hurry up."

"Okay, thank you comrade policeman, comrade policeman for your hard work." The man showed a simple smile on his face, and when he passed the car, the detective suddenly felt that something was wrong. It was an instinct to face danger.

He subconsciously put the gun in his hand, and it was the other party's knife that was faster than him. It stabbed him in the stomach, and then turned it around, making him speechless because of the pain.

The man held the handle of the knife and pierced it deeper. The detective staggered back a few steps and was stabilized by someone.

The detective in the room heard movement at the door, and rushed to open the door with a stride.

A cleaner in his forties stood outside the door: "Hello, I'm here to change the sheets."

The smell of disinfectant in the room masked the strong smell of blood on his body.

The detective stepped back and let the door open: "Come in, strange, where are the two people at the door?"

The cleaner walked forward with a trolley that could fit a person: "As soon as I watched them go to the toilet, I just knocked on the door."

"You should leave someone in the bathroom," the detective muttered, putting the gun back in the holster.

The cleaner took the clean sheets from his trolley: "Maybe it's an urgency."

The detective saw that he was a little too busy alone: ​​"Let me help you."

"No need--" As soon as the man's voice fell, the detective opened the white cloth covering the trolley, and suddenly revealed a dark head.

His pupils shrank, before he had time to come back to his senses, the man had already rushed up with a knife.

He was so powerful that he stuck the opponent's shoulder tightly, and directly sealed his throat with a knife, splashing blood on the snow-white wall.

The man licked the fresh blood on the blade, and his face was full of bloodthirsty madness and excitement.

The windows on the 24th floor of the hospital were opened, and with two loud bangs and pops, the crowd downstairs screamed.

The man took the child from the bed and stuffed it into the car, blocking his mouth, and pinned the guns of the two detectives into the back waist, and threw the blood-stained coat into the trolley, swaying. Go out.

The whole crime was done in one go, no more than five minutes.

The detective who had escaped from going to the bathroom ran back and saw that the door was wide open, and he knew something was wrong. A dash of blood rushed in, and a strong smell of blood hit his face and almost choked him out.

The window sill was also stained with blood, and he leaned over and looked down, his eyes suddenly cracked.

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The bell in the duty room was loud, and the operator picked it up: "Hey, Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau."

Before the other party had finished speaking, his face instantly turned pale.

Zhang Jinhai was also called out from the interrogation room urgently, and two criminal policemen died as soon as he died. The murderer was so terrible and heinous!

Feng Jianguo slapped it on the table in the training room with a slap. The tea cups jumped and the room was silent. Even Zhang Jinhai, who had just stepped in, shrank his neck and dared not speak.

He paced back and forth, seeming to be extremely annoyed: "Call Song Yuhang and ask where she is. She should be crawling back if she is a **** turtle!"

The two brothers who died were both members of her group. Song Yuhang was taken aback for a while when he got the news, his eyes were slowly red, and he leaned his head on the front seat.

Lin Fan opened her mouth as she watched her, and still couldn't say anything she wanted to make her happy.

She slowly raised her hand and slowly put it on her back, giving her silent comfort.

They have already entered the city, there are heavy traffic, it is the evening peak, and they are moving very slowly.

Lin Fan looked at her shoulders shaking and patted her back lightly, but she raised her head suddenly, her eyes were bloodshot, and her eyes were hot and hot in the evening light.

Song Yuhang gasped heavily and gritted his teeth: "No... no one can die... We have to find the little boy and the next victim as soon as possible."

Lin Yan was startled, and she woke up: "That little boy also has uremia, and his kidney source can no longer be used. Then he took the little boy just to practice his hands before undergoing a kidney transplant?!"

She gave a spit and became a little fidgety: "Fuck a lunatic, since he is not afraid of exposing and daring to kill people honestly, it means it's time to break the boat, so that means he has found a suitable kidney source. ..."

Song Yuhang's mouth was plausible: "Who would it be? Who would it be? Who would it be..."

As she spoke, she rubbed her eyebrows a little impatiently, knowing that the sorrow of the sacrifice of her comrades had been diminished by the urgency of the murderer's imminent murder.

They must rush to find the man in front of the murderer.

Zheng Chengrui turned on the computer, and the satellite map of the entire city was immediately in front of him: "Song Team, we are now on the South First Ring Road. We can avoid traffic by walking on the North Fifth Road."

Duan Cheng, who was in charge of driving, immediately turned a corner.

Lin Fan was also thinking about all the clues of this case from the beginning to the present.

"The deceased were teenagers, most of them were women. The reason why the kidney was not taken was because the matching type did not match, so can we confirm that the victim group was also teenagers?"

Song Yuhang nodded: "Yes, they all have one thing in common. Most of them have tensions with their parents or left-behind families with single parents. Children of this kind of family are most likely to be ignored, which creates opportunities for murderers to commit crimes."

Fang Xin didn't understand: "Then why, whoever you see can just grab it, and it takes so much effort to suggest them psychologically?"

Song Yuhang closed his eyes slightly and frowned: "Perhaps... the murderer is extremely psychopathic, enjoying the pleasure of playing with people in his palms. This feeling of life and death made him feel very exciting. Very comfortable. He is God in that world. He has the final say. Even if the matching is unsuccessful, he will use what he thinks is a'kind' way to send them out of'pain' and ascend to Bliss.

She remembered Wei Lihong's sentence when she was interrogated: "Since they want to die, then I will fulfill them."

I am afraid it is also from the murderer.

Single parent, divorced, stay behind...

There seemed to be a flash of light in Lin Nian's mind, and she grabbed Song Yuhang's wrist, so hard that her fingertips turned white.

"Song, Song Yuhang, I know who the next victim will be."