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The dead, he Ziyu, 12 years old, died of gunshot and left lung lobe was punctured by bullet.

After finishing the autopsy records, an Jing takes the bullets taken from the dead and goes to the next inspection center.

"So soon?" Seeing the figure appearing in the corridor, Ling Qi looks up and looks at Bai Chun who is helping.

"If I don't hurry up, you'll be all night." An Jing smiles and hands Lingqi the transparent bag containing the bullet.

Ling Qi took the bag, looked at two people, went to the studio, "your husband broke the case."

An Jing looks to Bai Chun one eye, Mou Lu is surprised, "so fast?"

Bai Chun chuckles, nods and goes to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Ling Qi took a look at Bai Chun's figure and said with a smile, "do you think this case is homicide, accident or suicide?"

An Jing guessed, "accident?"

When Chi Ping Ping, the mother of the deceased, recorded the confession at the scene, she did not say that the pistol went off and hit the dead person outside the window. Eh? incorrect.

An Jing thought of this, saw Ling Qi shake his head, doubt asked, "suicide?"

He Zilin, the dead, left a suicide note and prepared to jump off the building. During the dispute between the couple who quarreled on the third floor, the pistol went off and the bullet hit him. If the bullet didn't hit him, he would fall onto the decoration rope on the second floor and escape.

Ling Qi shook his head again, "the pistol was not loaded."

An Jing face shocked, "someone put the bullet into the pistol?"

Is that what he killed?

"Who is it?" An Jing asked.

"He Zilin." Bai Chun, with a smile on his face, walks to an Jing.

"What?" The expression on an Jing's face is shocked and unbelievable.

"What is the probability of this happening Ling Qi pointed to the computer. "The third-party fingerprints of he Dake and Chi Ping Ping were found on the pistol, which was also found on the box containing the bullets."

"This..." After hearing Ling Qi's words, an Jing didn't know what to say.

The probability of this happening is too high

Say the dead are unlucky. It's self inflicted.

Say the dead asked for it, but it's bad luck.

"Suicide by jumping off a building could have survived, but he died when the gun went off fire, and the bullet was loaded by himself! Ha ha, I dare not do it in TV series. " An Jing Tucao, make complaints about the Lingqi who still works in the studio. "Is not it already solved?" Are you still working overtime? "

"Your husband said there were some doubts." Ling Qi takes a look at Bai Chun and keeps busy.

"Doubtful point?" An Jing asked.

Bai Chun nodded, "the pistol found at the scene of the crime is scattered."

An Jing doubts, "scattered?"

When she saw the photos taken at the scene, she suddenly came to her. What he said was that the parts of the gun were scattered.

"He Dake is black."

Ling Qi's words are clear.

He Dake is a gangster. It's not surprising that he has guns.

Ling Qi continued, "he Dake was the right person to discuss regional division with Zhou runba a few days ago. His gun was bought the day before the discussion. 64 pistol, imitation pistol! "

"He..." Ling Qi looked at Bai Chun, "he has doubts about the death of he Ziyu, so he has to find the answer here."

Ling Qi just out of the bullet analysis report handed to Bai Chun, "is the same box of bullets."

After reading the report, Bai Chun's face was slightly relieved.

……

"What's the matter?" An Jing looks at Bai Chun.

From the laboratory, there was a faint doubt between his eyes.

"The body's back to the window." Bai Chun opened his voice faintly.

An Jing was stunned.

Back to the window?

The bullet is shot from the window, from the front of the victim into the body, how can it be back to the window!

"You suspect..." He killed him?

"Maybe I'm just paranoid."

Before an Jing has finished speaking, Bai Chun opens his voice directly.

Bai Chun doesn't speak any more, and an Jing doesn't ask. They both ponder.

From the scene of the crime, it really looks like a suicide accident. Suicide? accident?

An Jing looks at Bai Chun. His dark eyes are calm, but she is worried.

"Do you think he's here again?" An Jing asked in a low voice.

Bai Chun did not speak, but his expression had given the answer.

He also thinks that "he" has appeared again.

It's d.

But is it really D?

……

The car was parked near the riverside park, which was convenient for yongjingyuan. However, they did not go back. Instead, they quietly watched the beautiful scenery of the river in the dark.

Looking at the riverside road, compared with the previous quiet, now this Riverside Road in the dark also more than a ray of light."Today, xiaobaifa came here with information about the 13th regiment." Bai Chun's voice is very light. He is waiting.

An Jing looks at him. He is waiting for her choice. If she chooses to listen, he will go on. If she chooses not to listen, he will not say.

An Jing tiny smile, "have you in, I am not afraid."

As long as Bai Chun is by her side, she will not be afraid.

Bai Chun holds her hand tightly, which is light enough for her to feel his existence.

"Most of the members of the 13th regiment are mercenaries, which were founded 30 years ago. The members changed from group to group, but the mode of their crimes was that they all acted with 13 people. One is the leader, and the other 12 are divided into three groups... "

"All four groups have their own tasks." Following Bai Chun's words, an Jing went on to say, "one group collects, two groups verify, three groups act, and four groups clean up. And I'm in group 2, checking intelligence. "

Although she did not restore her memory, the memory of the 13th regiment is still vague, even blank, but what she had done in the 13th regiment she remembered.

"The missing people were found by me, and it was me who became the experimental objects..." An Jing raised her eyes to Bai Chun, and her tears began to flow again. They were tears of shame and regret.

Her voice was trembling. "I killed them."

"At that time, you just couldn't help it." Bai Chun'an Fudao.

An Jing did not speak, just let the tears flow down silently.

Can't help it? Is that really the case?

"I've always had a question." An Jing calmly opened her voice, she looked at the river, "the relationship between D and the 13th regiment." This also includes a.

Bai Chun looks at her.

"Are we going to get mixed up?" An Jing asked softly. She wiped away the tears on her face, calmly looked at the river, and continued, "the sign of the 13th regiment is a spider with 13 feet! Because the "death tip" sent by D has a spider logo on the sugar paper wrapping the candy, he is associated with 13 regiments. Including the graffiti on the wall, which shows spiders, I think a is related to group 13... "

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