Chapter 179 (2/2)
He said so. There was no reason why women should not. He quickly ordered people to move the body to the car Lin Mubei said. He didn't even investigate the scene and stopped the team directly.
Before that, the little young man was a little unclear and asked, ”Captain, who is that man? If you say you don't want to investigate such a big case, you won't investigate it?”
The woman glanced at him and said coldly, ”don't ask what you shouldn't ask.”
……
Take Qidong's body back to Lian's Hospital and find someone for autopsy. The three stood in the corridor and didn't know what they were thinking.
Jun Tiancheng took out a cigarette and smoked it. He spit out a mouthful of smoke in the silence. He scolded with hatred: ”this bastard!”
After more than three hours, the forensic medicine came out of the inside, took off his gloves and said, ”the sharp weapon was injured. Here, at least three needles were inserted into his neck and temple. He didn't go in. The dead showed no signs of struggle.”
Jun Tiancheng's hand trembled and his cheek muscles twitched.
Lian Ye stroked his forehead: ”it's not so much a deliberate murder as a deliberate suicide.”
Lin Mubei and Jun Tiancheng looked at him in surprise when they heard the speech. Lian Ye pursed his lips and said, ”my mobile phone doesn't have a password, and it's similar to Qidong's style. If you want to record this sound, you must turn on the recording equipment in advance. According to the monitoring in the ward at that time, only Qidong has touched my mobile phone. What else can it explain?”
Explain that Qi Dong deliberately recorded this period, and then sought time to commit suicide?
Jun Tiancheng said, ”it's impossible. If it's suicide, he doesn't have to use this way at all, and he doesn't have anything sharp on him.”
”Why can't it match the wishes of some people? He wants to die. Someone wants him to die, doesn't it?” Lian ye said faintly.
The smoke in his hand burned slowly and put it on his mouth. He didn't take a breath. Lin Mubei agreed with Lian ye, sighed, sent away the forensic medicine, and said, ”is the woman you liked before the same way of death?”
For a long time, the smoke was almost burned by himself. Jun Tiancheng said, ”yes.”
”According to the current progress...”
”Bad!” Lian Ye suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted, ”she's going to have an accident!”
”Who?”
”My little secretary!” Lian Ye dropped a word and hurriedly left. He took out his mobile phone to make a phone call, but no one answered there.
Lin Mubei looked at the silent juntiancheng and patted him on the shoulder: ”don't worry, I won't let them die in vain.”
Jun Tiancheng raised his head and stared at Lin Mubei. ”Mubei, why do we have to live under the shadow of Lin Yuxiao and worry every day, but he can play with us freely?”
Lin Mubei was not surprised at his question, but after a moment of silence, he said, ”do you want to know the power of power?”
”Think!” Jun Tiancheng nodded fiercely.
”Next Tuesday, arrange the company's affairs and go to the military region with me.”
”But my hand...”
Lin Mubei's eyes were light and firm: ”this time, we don't talk with our fists!”
Jun Tiancheng asked, ”what are you going to let me do?”
”Then you'll know. Be careful these two days.” Lin Mubei took a deep look at Jun Tiancheng and turned to leave.
In the yard, ye Sitong brushes his microblog, and the page stays on a picture of the river bank. Lin Mubei, Jun Tiancheng, Lian ye and a man lying on the ground are all present
She seemed so distracted that she didn't even notice Lin Mubei standing behind her for a long time.
”Where's this picture?” a low, sweet voice sounded overhead.
Ye Sitong pulled back his thoughts and slapped on his mobile phone: ”are you back?”
”HMM.” Lin Mubei sat down next to her and said faintly, ”Qidong is dead.”
”Is Qidong on the ground? How did he die? Did he commit suicide?”
Lin Mubei hesitated for only one second and nodded: ”I can't think of it. I jumped into the river and killed myself.”
If you tell this woman that Lin Yuxiao did it, you don't know what to be afraid of!
Ye Sitong sighed: ”how did he become like this?”
Lin Mubei didn't answer. He played with her hair and said carelessly, ”what are you going to do tomorrow weekend?”
”Sleep.” Ye Sitong clapped his hand, got up and left.
Lin Mubei's hand was still standing in mid air, and his fingers kept a half curved position.
”Patter”
A soft little thing fell into his arms. Lin Mubei subconsciously clamped his arms. A protest cry came out from his arms: ”meow ~”
Lin Mubei saw that it was Lin Qingjun's little milk cat. He pulled the corners of his mouth, put the cat down and waved, ”Qingjun, come here. Dad has something to say to you.”