A black-bellied ex-husband seduces his wife

Chapter 444
Jane Si has sorted out some chaotic thoughts and adjusted to the best state. Although there is no him in this family, it is rare for her to be quiet.

The phone rang, and she finished drawing an eyebrow under her pen before she looked down. It was from Nan Zhan.

She picked up the phone and turned on the voice, but it turned out to be blank, and he didn't say a word.

She even wondered if he was sleeping, and accidentally pressed it against the screen, but soon, this conclusion was passed by her, Nan Zhan would not do such a stupid thing.

They didn't talk for a few days, and he probably didn't want to take the initiative to bow his head, but for some reason he had to talk to her, so he simply sent a blank voice and waited for her to speak first.

Jian Si said "childish", trying to ignore his little thoughts.

After a while, he sent another blank voice, this time it couldn't be said to be completely blank, and there was a very light coughing sound at the end of the voice.

Although it was very small, Jian Si could still recognize that it was his voice.

She decided not to play boring games with him.

"What's the matter?" Jane Si sent three words.

Soon, Nan Zhan wrote back: "The materials of the medical school have been sent to your mailbox, you'd better take a look."

"Got it." Jane thought for a while and edited a few words, "When are you coming back?"

When Nan Zhan saw this message, the corners of his mouth slightly raised upwards, curved in a triumphant arc, turned around and got off the chair, in a good mood, this stubborn woman obviously missed him very much, he just didn't go back for a few days , she couldn't wait.

Before Nan Zhan's smile faded, another message from Jian Si followed up: "I've found a house, I'm going to move out, you come back."

Jane thought, it would be impolite to leave without saying hello, and he is the master, how could the master not be present when moving?

The smile that had just been raised froze on his face, and Lawyer Nanda threw the phone aside a little irritablely, pretending not to see it.

Jian Si waited for a long time but there was no reply from him. She sighed and clicked on the mailbox of her mobile phone, and she saw an unread email lying there.

Jian Si downloaded the email and opened it to read. Nan Zhan said that the murderer was hidden among these people, so she had to read it carefully and not miss any clues.
While Jian Si was looking at the profiles of the three No.60 people, the phone on the side rang again, this time it was a sharp ringtone, each sound more anxious.

Until now, Jane Si no longer used this ringtone, because it made her smell the breath of death and despair at that time.

Nan Yu said over there: "Sisi, Feng Piao Piao is your friend, right?"

"Yeah, haven't you seen it?" Jian Si blinked, suddenly having a bad premonition in her heart.

"I'm sorry, Sisi." Nan Yu's voice sank, "She was found dead in the rental house at 11:30 noon today, and it was preliminarily determined to be a suicide."

The phone in Jian Si's hand suddenly slipped down, and his head exploded with a bang.

died?suicide?Fluttering?With a sympathetic look on his face, is he sympathizing with her?

Jane Si was pulled into the car by him.

"What relatives does she have in Aocheng?" Nan Zhan who was driving suddenly asked.

Jian Si didn't know how she rushed downstairs, her brain seemed to have been completely emptied, only her long white dress and soft hair were left when she saw the wind fluttering for the last time...

How is it possible, this is impossible.

As soon as Jian Si went downstairs, she saw Nan Zhan standing in front of the car. He was wearing a black shirt, his body was as tall and straight as a pine and cypress, and his face was usually unruly.

After a long while, she said numbly: "Her mother, and... stepfather."

"Call them." Nan Zhan's tone was still cold, but he stared at her through the rearview mirror for a while, and frowned involuntarily.

Jian Si picked up the phone and found Feng Piao Piao's home phone. This was the number given to her a long time ago when she hadn't moved out of the house. After she moved away, she never called this number. .

The phone rang for a while before it was connected, and a woman's voice came clearly: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Jian Si recognized that this was Feng Piao Piao's mother, and when she was about to speak, her voice choked up.

The tears that had been endured all this time finally surged down at this moment, falling drop by drop on the back of the curled up hands.

"Who are you? Hey, talk. If you don't talk, I'll die."

"Auntie." Jian Si sobbed, "I'm Jian Si."

"Oh, it's Jane Si, what's the matter?"

"Auntie, Piao Piao...Piao Piao she..."

"What's wrong with her? Is she causing trouble again? See if I don't deal with her."

"She... died."

The voice on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly.

Jian Si hung up the phone, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

It wasn't until she said those two words from her mouth that she was suddenly pulled back to reality. Although she didn't want to believe it, let alone accept it, the reactions of Nan Zhan and Nan Yu told her that this was the truth and she was not allowed to Do not believe.

Jian Si covered her face and cried hoarsely. A box of tissues was handed over, but she took it without looking at it, and started crying again while holding the box of tissues.

Nan Zhan kept staring at the rearview mirror, and saw that her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she couldn't make a sound. At this moment, Nan Zhan, who was always good at eloquence, seemed to be at a loss for words.

After arriving at the scene, Jian Si saw Jian Chuan.

This area is exactly what he is responsible for, and it is not surprising to see him.

He was squatting on the balcony in a white coat, a mask and gloves, and lying flat in front of him was a slender woman wearing beige satin pajamas.

Seeing the pink slippers falling from her feet, Jian Si covered her eyes, and tears spilled from between her fingers again.

That pair of shoes was bought by her as a gift to congratulate her on her housewarming. At the same time, she was also given a silver headband, which meant starting all over again.

Jian Si stopped at the door, not daring to take a step forward. She had seen so many horrible corpses, and thought she was strong enough, but she still couldn't calm down when facing the friend in front of the corpse.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her left hand by her side. His big palm wrapped around her hand, and he squeezed it tightly in the palm of his hand. The warmth that belonged to a man surrounded her layer upon layer.

Jian Si was startled suddenly, looked up at Nan Zhan, his gaze was straight ahead, and fell somewhere on the balcony.

His eyes were full of light, like a leopard discovering a new prey, Jane Si had been with him for so long and vaguely guessed that he had a new clue.

"Jane Si, I know you are very sad, but the more important thing now is not to shed tears, but to find the culprit who killed your friend."

"What?" Jane Si looked at him in surprise.

Nan Yu said it was suicide, although Jian Si did not agree with this statement, because Feng Piao Piao and Jian Chuan seemed to be in love, and her words and deeds also revealed a sense of happiness, but what she said to her that night made her I feel that Feng Piao Piao is particularly depressed, and I may have suicidal tendencies.

"You mean, Piao Piao was killed?"

"Yes." Nan Zhan let go of her hand and looked down at her: "Tears can't solve any problems, and sadness has to wait until the truth of the matter is revealed."

His tone was not as sarcastic as usual, and his tone was very soft. Jane couldn't figure out whether this was a change of direction or not.

Watching Nan Zhan strode in, Jian Si immediately followed.

In the eyes of the police, Jian Si was clearly Nan Zhan's assistant, so no one stopped her.

In the middle, Nan Zhan suddenly stopped and said something to Nan Yu, Nan Yu nodded and went out

Jian Si plucked up the courage to look at Feng Piao Piao on the ground. After seeing this, she couldn't control her tears again. She suddenly covered her mouth and bit her lips hard to hold back the tears.

Feng Piao Piao was lying on the tiled floor of the balcony, her body was straight, her eyes were closed, and there was an obvious black and purple strangle mark on her neck, and beside her was a chair and a long and thin rope. .

Did she use this rope to end her young life?
Jian Si looked at Jian Chuan again, because he was wearing a mask, his expression was not very clear, but his eyes were red and swollen, with bloodshot eyes.

What could be more cruel than such a scene, a forensic doctor is personally examining the body of his girlfriend, for ordinary people, this is close to cruel.

Jian Si doesn't know what kind of mood Jian Chuan is in now, whether his stomach is already overwhelmed, whether his sadness has burst into a dam.

But Jian Chuan is not an ordinary person after all.

"Decedent, female, age... 24 years old, time of death, between 1:3 and [-]:[-] yesterday afternoon, cause of death, the carotid artery was compressed by a rope or other weapon, causing cerebral ischemia and hypoxia." Jian Chuan narrated in a calm voice, Just like the professional quality he has shown at the scene of the case countless times, but in Jian Si's ears, there is an imperceptible tremor deep in his voice, which makes people feel distressed.

"So are you sure it was a suicide?" A policeman next to him asked.

"No, it was homicide." Nan Zhan, who had been observing, looked at the metal clothes hanger hanging above the balcony. According to the scene, Feng Piao Piao stepped on a chair, wrapped the rope around the clothes hanger, and then put himself Hang up and kick down chairs.

"Homicide?" The policeman looked at Nan Zhan in confusion: "Lawyer Nan, but the scene is so clean and everything the deceased used to commit suicide is also available. How did you know it was suicide?"

When Jian Chuan heard Nan Zhan's words, he lowered his eyes and quietly clenched his fists by his side.

Southern War is right, this is not a suicide, this is a real murder.

"You think so too, don't you?" Nan Zhan suddenly looked at Jian Chuan.

Jian Chuan slightly closed his eyes: "Yes, this is indeed a premeditated murder. The murderer created the illusion that the deceased committed suicide after the murder."

(End of this chapter)