Urban Reaper Forensic

Even if Liu Yuer is the winner of the Miss American Pageant and a beautiful flower leader, but so what?

Her father was a blockbuster scientist who could develop a new generation of chips and a Nobel Prize-nominated winner, so what?

In the eyes of some people in the United States, it is not a soft persimmon left to their fingertips.

Liu Yuer's father said that he was killed when he was killed, and he was fed hundreds of crocodiles!

If it weren't for Long Yichen, who came from the Celestial Empire and went down to the crocodile pond to retrieve the corpse, Liu Yuer suspected that her father's body would have fallen forever in the stomach of those dirty reptiles, and never see the light of day again!

And Long Yichen did more for her than she imagined!

He not only let Professor Liu into the soil for safety, but also resisted the pressure of the FBI to complete a fair autopsy and declare that his father was evidence of murder, which caused a great shock in the international community!

For those killed, justice is the greatest comfort!

Now, in another breath, he killed his father's murderer, and by the way, he also killed one of the masterminds behind the murderer, Inspector Bruce!

Liu Yuer was stunned!

You know, as Professor Liu's daughter, she is bent on avenging her father, but even with her pride, she dare not say that she can do better than Long Yichen!

Just when Liu Yuer didn't know what to say to Long Yichen, she only heard a banging knock on the door outside.

Mark's voice came.

"Long Yichen, open the door quickly! I want to know about the interrogation. I'm coming in! "

"I should go."

Liu Yuer's beautiful eyes glanced at Long Yichen in a complicated way, and walked up with standard model cat steps.

Just as she passed by Long Yichen, Liu Yuer suddenly took Long Yichen by surprise and kissed Long Yichen.

The lips of the two touched immediately, and the dragonfly touched water, and then there was no trace.

Between this pair of handsome men and beautiful women, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

But an ambiguous atmosphere has risen between the two.

Mark's knock on the door kept increasing.

"I'm coming in! I'm going to bang on the door! "

Long Yichen rolled his eyes.

There's an MMP! Must tell!

You're going to die in the evening?

Lao Tzu has done so much, finally put my sister to succeed, this Miss All-American beauty pageant champion, Liu Yuer, is about to have something to tell with me, and you have to break in?

Damn you.

Liu Yuer saw Long Yichen's depressed expression and giggled. The mood changed, revealing a rare playful expression.

This 22-year-old Miss Quanmei finally put her brilliant delicate bloom in front of Long Yichen.

Long Yichen wanted to catch this Liu Yu'er, but unfortunately she was like a little elf, the fragrant wind blew on her face, turned into a gust of wind and left, looked back at the window and smiled, disappeared.

Long Yichen had just watched Liu Yuer leave, and the door behind him had already been knocked open.

Mark rushed in with a few people.

He did not find any trace of Liu Yuer, but at a glance he found Drake standing on the ground.

"What did you do?"

Mark roared and pounced on Drake. Only to find that he had lost his breathing and heartbeat.

These FBIs naturally have a set of standards to check whether people are dead, use them one by one, use flashlights to illuminate the pupils, but there is no response, heartbeat breathing is gone, and even the body begins to cool.

"You, you killed this Drake? You are responsible! "

Mark roared.

Long Yichen shrugged his shoulders and said lightly: "I didn't do anything." You can check his body, he doesn't have any scars, neither on the surface nor on the body, I just asked him something. He probably had a heart attack and suddenly collapsed to the ground. I was just giving him surprise first aid before I opened the door. "

Mark was full of suspicion, stared at Long Yichen, and carefully examined Drake's "corpse"

Indeed, as Long Yichen shows, there are no scars, no traces of whipping, no abuse, not even a trace of small means.

As a veteran FBI agent for decades, Mark is well aware of all the means of torture.

He was even able to detect hidden wounds that only some forensic doctors could detect.

However.

And it didn't.

Drake didn't have any signs of being beaten and forced to confess, just his body sweated a lot, but it made sense to explain it this way. Because he may have a sudden heart attack, when the heart patient dies, he will also sweat a lot.

In short, if there is no evidence, everything is exempted.

"This Drake, an autopsy is needed!"

Mark roared, "Subject to the forensic report." If the medical examiner determines that he was traumatized during his lifetime, you killed him. You will be punished under the laws of the United States. "

Long Yichen smiled lightly and said, "Got it!" Mark, I admit that the death of this man was indeed a bit of a surprise. But how many of your FBI interrogators died? Isn't it a big thing to be small, a small thing to be small? If this matter is exposed, how many people do you think will be, and recognition is my responsibility? Or will you think that your FBI murdered me before and started planting blame again? "

Mark was dumbfounded.

In the previous incidents, because of Long Yichen's intentional propaganda, the fishing boats of the whole world knew that he was alone in the United States to investigate the case, and received various "special treatment" from the United States, making difficulties, and even suspected of murder, and the Chinese side also exerted strong pressure on the United States through diplomatic channels.

Again, if you want people to know nothing, they can't do anything.

The United States has done too many small actions, and has already caused a commotion, and now Long Yichen has obviously done things wrong, but not many people will believe the FBI's words!

They will think that the FBI has begun to frame Long Yichen again.

In short, it is not good for anyone to pass it out.

Long Yichen saw that Mark was a little moved, and struck while the iron was hot: "Inspector Mark, let him pass over this matter." I came to do the autopsy report, just say that this Drake died of a myocardial infarction, didn't he have it? This is the end of the case, at least Drake's clue, this is interrupted. "

Mark was a little moved.

Because the FBI's attitude towards this case is not to find out the truth, but to ...

Conceal!

Find a way to make this case a suicide case, an accident case.

As far as possible, avoid this case involving the US government and the FBI. _

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