Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 31 I Got Those Beautiful Hands

When Drew was away, Jiang Yimian acted as Dr. Colby's temporary assistant.

After an autopsy, they found that Aiden died of cardiogenic shock. He had a heart attack himself, so it seemed that the possibility of homicide could be ruled out.

However, it is worth noting that his body has been moved.

The first is the drag marks on the carpet.

The trace inspection has done a comparison, and the two grooves on the carpet are exactly the same as the traces left by the shoes on Aiden's feet when he died.

Secondly, Zeng Wan said that she found Aiden's body in the greenhouse, and his death time was between 11 o'clock last night and 1 o'clock this morning.If Aiden had indeed died in the greenhouse, then after a whole night, his body would have decomposed according to the temperature in the greenhouse, but in fact, his body was as cold as ice and as hard as a board.

Another point.

The fingers of his right hand were bent to a certain extent, as if he was holding something in his hand when he was alive.

Jiang Yimian put her gloved hand next to Aiden's, imitating the degree of bending of his fingers, guessing what he might have held in his hand when he was alive.

Liang Qiu was on the phone outside, and when she came in with her mobile phone, she glanced casually and her eyes lit up.

mobile phone!

Someone took his phone!

"Master, did you see Aiden's phone number among the evidence brought back?"

"Maybe not."

"I suspect that someone took his phone away, and that person also moved the body." And behind all this, there must be an ulterior secret.

"There is something threatening that person in the phone."

"It might be Zeng Wan."

"That's right!"

The master and the apprentice made up a scene of a husband and wife turning against each other in a few words, but after the high-five happily, the faces of the two of them sank in an instant, and the speed of changing their faces was so fast.

Ugh……

These only show that Aiden's body was moved, not that he was murdered.

Unless, it wasn't an accident that caused his death from cardiogenic shock.

It was someone who knew he had a heart attack and deliberately stimulated him.

But these are beyond the scope of their forensic doctors, and we can only see how the police solve it.

When Jiang Yimian came out of the anatomy room, Dr. Colby had already told the police what they found, and they were contacting Zeng Wan to find out more about the situation, who knows...

I couldn't get in touch with her.

The police went to the address of the hotel she had given earlier, only to be told by the front desk that she hadn't checked in.

There was no surveillance on that mountain road, and no one knew where her car was going.

In the end, the police had to conduct a large-scale search based on the license plate number of the red sports car.

A seemingly simple case suddenly became complicated and confusing.

When Jiang Yimian left the police station and returned home, the case hadn't made any progress.

She had a hunch that this case would most likely be hastily settled in the end.

Firstly, there is a big person behind Zeng Wan, otherwise she would not have been so rampant when she first confronted the police; secondly, the disappearance of Zeng Wan will greatly reduce the police's suspicion of her.

Because if she was going to abscond, there was no need to call the police to call them over, it would be better to just run away!

Walking out of the police station, Jiang Yimian couldn't help but stop and look at the majestic building behind him, his eyes were slightly cold.

A place of filth.

The old stink of cigar butts is probably the cleanest smell in a building like this.

Back home, Jiang Yimian went to the supermarket and bought a lot of sweets.

She desperately needs to decompress now.

There is no clue about the ice bullet. The Los Angeles police have a very subtle attitude towards this matter. They are investigating, but they are very perfunctory.

Just like a man who is kept by a woman with a child, he doesn't distract himself at all.

Carrying all kinds of marshmallows and small cakes back home, Miss Jiang changed into a tender pink home clothes, turned on the TV and found a random program to play, she opened the mobile game and signed in as a routine, then started to read novels up.

Jiang Yimian knows how to play games, it was completely taught by Jiang Mo.

The two brothers formed a master-student relationship in the game. As long as one of them is online, the other will receive a notification.

But since Jiang Yimian came to Los Angeles, there was a time difference between the two of them, and there were days when they didn't form a team to kill the Quartet and be proud of the world.

[National Weather Service report: Strong rainstorms will hit Los Angeles in the next two days. Starting from 4 pm, the entire California will be covered by heavy rain. Citizens are requested to avoid travel as much as possible...]

Jiang Yimian focused all her attention on the novel, and didn't listen to it seriously.

When she stopped, her low neck was sore.

It swayed three times to the left and three times to the right, and was moving, when my stomach suddenly groaned.

Looking at the cake boxes and snack bags stuffed in the trash can, Jiang Yimian said to himself, standing and dissecting for several hours every day, the physical exertion is too much, this amount is normal.

After finishing the psychological training, Miss Jiang happily went to cook instant noodles.

It wasn't until she walked into the kitchen that she realized that she hadn't fired a fire since she moved in.

In fact, it's not that she doesn't know how to cook. She used to think that if she wanted to capture a man's heart, she had to capture his stomach first, so she even signed up for a cooking class.

only……

By the time she learns to cook, that person has found someone who washes his hands and makes soup for him.

She watched over the cold rice, just like her own cold heart.

Looking at the splashes of water in the pot, Jiang Yimian suddenly came back to his senses, tore open the packaging bag and put the dough cakes into the pot, and just as he was about to put in the seasoning, the doorbell rang.

She turned down the heat and walked over to open the door hesitantly.

Feng Beiting stood outside, holding his right hand with his left hand. The fingers of his right hand were wrapped twice in tissue paper, which was red with blood.

"Do you have a Band-Aid at home?" He raised his bleeding finger and smiled embarrassedly.

"Have."

Jiang Yimian pushed open the door to signal him to come in, and couldn't help but ask him when looking for the medicine box, "How did you do it?"

"I accidentally touched it while cutting vegetables."

"Let me see." She walked up to him with the medicine box, and took his hand to see, "Let me bandage it for you."

"Thank you."

"I'm so familiar, so don't be so polite." She smiled sweetly, and took out the alcohol and gauze from the box.

Probably because he was afraid that Feng Beiting would feel pain, Jiang Yimian kept blowing softly "huhu" while disinfecting him, his cheeks were bulging, not to mention how cute it was.

The milk-brown lips pursed slightly, in Feng Beiting's eyes, it seemed like a gesture of asking for a kiss.

If it wasn't for the fingertips of his left finger ruthlessly digging at his palm, he probably would have lowered his head and kissed her.

"Try not to get water on the wound, just get up and change the bandage tomorrow morning." She wrapped it carefully, the white gauze was wrapped around his fingertips, and the inside and outside were aligned very neatly.

"Ah."

Feng Beiting was the first to take back the hand she was holding, with a natural expression that showed nothing unusual.

It was also at this time that Jiang Yimian realized that he had touched those beautiful hands.

　*
　　Ranked to 59~Kaisen~ Daqi's ultimate goal is to get into 50, and Floating Dream said I'm worthless O(∩_∩)O haha~
　　【small theater】

　　Daqi: Mianmian, how does it feel when you touch it?
　　Mian Mian: Cool!

　　Daqi: Do you want to touch it all the time?
　　Mianmian: I want to!

　　Daqi: Do you want to keep it private?

　　Mianmian: Yes!

　　Fourth Young Master Feng (shy answer): Mianmian, I look better elsewhere o(*￣︶￣*)o
　　Mianmian: ...

　　Daqi: ...

　　Drive unsuspectingly, almost throw it off (￢_￢)
　　ps: Those things like chopping one’s hands with a knife are all pediatrics. There is no coincidence in the absolute sense in this article.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)