C8 (2/2)

Ding Lan's heart is a thorn, also known as the chilli peppers, relying on their high alcohol content, the table continuously poured me wine, unfortunate! I was sober now, and after two bottles of foreign wine that I didn't recognize, her eyes were clouded, and I was as if I had nothing to do with it.

I didn't even have the thought of going to the toilet. I looked at Ding Lan's heart, which was getting higher and higher. Duan Hong Qi knocked on the table, ”Lan Xin, it's about time. It seems that the alcohol capacity of Huang Quan is not something ordinary people can compare to. You should give up!”

At the end of the meal, I went to the counter to check out the bill. A ticket worth 70,000 yuan really gave me a fright. ”Waiter, did you count wrongly? Is a table worth 70,000 yuan?”

The waiter smiled politely, ”Sir, you can't be wrong. You ordered Lafite for 92 years, 10 thousand a bottle, a total of three bottles. We already gave you a 20% discount.”

He swiped his card helplessly and went back to his room. When he found out that Ding Lan was already so drunk that she went to the bathroom to vomit, he felt a little better.

After waiting for more than 10 minutes, Ding Lan Xin still hadn't come back. Everyone started to suspect if she had drunk too much. The waitress rushed into the room, ”Oh no, something happened in the bathroom. Excuse me, are you the customer at this table?”

We didn't have time to ask. We rushed to the bathroom, kicked open the door, and found Ding Lan Xin standing in the innermost corner, half sober, her face still flushed, her frightened eyes trembling as she stared at the open door.

”What's going on?” Duan Hong Qi was the first to walk in. When his footsteps stopped at the cubicle, he was also stunned. After a few seconds, he said, ”Call him. There's a murder here.”

Originally, a simple murder case should not be handled by us, but Duan Hongqi took over the business. When we reached the door, a female customer collapsed in front of the crater, her neck was injured, her blood had already dried up, and she had already turned cold. Duan Hongqi's attention was focused on the wound, and it was less than an inch in length.

Duan Hongqi frowned and muttered while shaking his head, ”Notify the people of the station to bring the corpse away.”

Since we drank a lot, the crime scene took up a lot of time. When we got back to the station, Ding Lan Xin wasn't there, which was understandable. Although it was a murder case, Chief Meng Nan Shan took it very seriously.

Chief Meng and our team members stood in front of the table, looking at the corpse, ”Old Duan, do you suspect that wound? Was it created by the afternoon sun? ”

Duan Hongqi sighed, ”Noon was originally a death row criminal. He was born a killer and committed countless crimes in the south. He killed many people, so Chief Meng should be familiar with this kind of wound!”

Meng Nanshan nodded and smiled, ”One cut to the throat. No signs of resistance. Death is only a matter of seconds. No wonder you guys suspect him.”

Duan Hongqi took a deep breath, ”In that case, Chief Meng agrees with my view.”

Meng Nanshan was still smiling, but he didn't answer him directly, ”We can't be subjective. We have to check the background of the dead first. Xiangyang promised Seventh Uncle that he would never do anything to kill people, so we have to investigate this again.”

”Chief Meng, I understand. I'll go investigate.” Duan Hong Qi was trying his best to move.

Just as we were about to go out, Meng Nanshan stopped us, ”You guys had a good dinner today, right? ”All of your faces are flushed. Go back and rest. We'll check again tomorrow morning.”

That night, instead of going home, I went straight to Fat Lei's house and told him what had happened. Fat Lei was very interested and said that he really wanted to participate in this case, but unfortunately, he was very unpopular in the Bureau and was still my partner. I sat on the sofa, and before I could cover my ass, he dragged me out of the house.

When Fat Lei and I returned to the Bureau of Investigation, we came to the basement morgue. The deceased was a female customer, about thirty years old, with average looks and no social background. After Fatty Lei had examined the wound, he said, ”It's too similar. The angle and strength of the wound aside from the noon sun, I really can't think of a second person.”

I've also seen Xiangyang's skill. It's called 'Fast!'” I asked in surprise, ”Hey! Are you sure it's Noon?

How could he know? Fat Lei smiled at me strangely.