Thinking of this, Hu Yanyong's little eyes couldn't help but bring some sympathy and encouragement.

"?"

Zhou Nan rarely had a wrong idea, so he felt it was necessary to "defend" Lao Luo in one sentence or two sentences.

"It's not that the profile of the Luo Team is incorrect, but we may have always had preconceived ideas about the suspect's relationship before. After on-site investigation, we can infer that Yan Xijun, who seems to be tyrannical, is probably the one who is in a dominant position."

Yes, because of the lack of conditions, the profile will have some deviations irresistible, which is normal.

What's the thing?

This time it was Hu Yanyong's turn to be confused. Nan Shen's words seemed to be able to understand every word they parted, but when they were connected, they were all left with puzzling.

But when he looked at Zhang Gaoming's master and apprentice, the other party's expressions were all thinking. So what slaps in the face does not exist. Is this the world of your criminal investigators? After all, he is not worthy!

When the young man was hit hard, Zhang Yaobin opened his mouth, "You mean, the one who didn't show up is the mastermind?"

Zhang Gaoming nodded first and then shook his head, "One thought and one action is not cooperation but the primary and secondary. The profile of Zhouzhi provides us with another direction."

The frustrated Hu Yanyong suddenly lived again, "Wait, so there are two suspects? Why didn't anyone say it before?"

Made was completely wrong. Whoever made mistakes or horses? Conclusion: Our Nanshen is neither a human nor a horse! Hey? It seems that something is strange?

unimportant!

Fortunately, he thought his brain was so bad and so unsuitable for this industry! So if you ignore strawberry milkshakes, you can't try it?

His parents were really right to get the word "yong". They forgot to hurt before they even had scars. But this kid's presence was really low, because no one paid attention to his words.

Just...it doesn't matter?

Zhang Gaoming directed the scene, half of the personnel stayed to continue the investigation, while the other half were transferred from the house to the yard.

"Zhouzhi, don't you look at it anymore?"

Seeing that Zhou Nan was not even approaching his body and was about to step out the door, Zhang Yaobin couldn't help but speak out in confusion.

It’s okay if they are both master and apprentice, but you say that you are a little unreasonable if you specialize in forensics without carefully studying it?

"Nothing good-looking. No surprises are 90% of them died of overdoses of sleeping pills," Zhou Nan raised his hand without even turning back.

Although he can basically remain calm about various "types" of corpses, if it is not necessary, don't force it? In fact, the most important thing is to take care of the meticulousness shown by suspect 2. Since he wants to create the illusion of suicide, he will not make mistakes on such an important matter. Even if there is, it is not visible to the naked eye, and at least further autopsy is needed.

Yes, compared to the source of the three videos, the room really doesn't have much attention. Zhang Gaoming looked around for a week and went out the door. The two young men hurriedly followed.

Dark, cramped?

This should be the inherent atmosphere of the cellar.

In fact, if we were not sure that this was the crime site in three videos, the cellar is warm in winter and cool in summer, who knows who uses it.

Valley

Just as Zhou Nan hung his arm and wandered to the entrance of the cellar, a sound came from his ears.

"Zhou Zhi, why don't I carry you down?"

There are many people with "eye value", and several buddies quietly approached and occupied the favorable terrain, waiting for the leader to nod.

Hu Yanyong, who had been following Zhou Nan, said that he was very good. Is this the way of the world? He learned another trick. Before he could think of it, he saw that Zhang Yaobin had skipped the ladder on the edge of the cellar and jumped down.

Hu Yanyong, "..." It seems that he is not the most helpless one.

Zhang Gaoming's mouth twitched, "This kid should be planning to protect him from below. He is careless and thinks quite attentively at critical moments."

Yongzai's thoughtful summary seems to be necessary to find a good thigh, no, he is a good master.

Protecting peat! The newly-received one-armed hero Zhou Guo looked down, and it was only a gap of more than two meters, and his toothache was ache.

I don’t know if I heard the master’s request for repairs, but when Captain Zhou climbed down the ladder with one hand, he helped him diligently next to the ladder.

“…”.

Zhou Nan wanted to call to ask if there was a big competition this year. Really, he wanted to sign up! Last year was too low-key! Joke. In the end, he didn't say anything, just looked around with the only light source and light bulb in the cellar.

There was nothing to look at. There was more than ten square meters of space, and I could see it at first sight. In addition, there was Zhang Mi's second bed, so the few people who had already come down could hardly turn around. So Hu Yanyong, who wanted to come and join in the fun, could only stay on it with aggrievedly.

Unlike the usual use of people to store vegetables and debris, the cellar in front of you not only has a bed inconsistently, but it should have been thoroughly cleaned recently. It is not about cleaning without dust. After all, no one has taken care of for a month. It is the kind of cleaning that cleans the crime scene. Because the space is closed, it also has an indelible smell of bleaching.

If the cellar hygiene is rated, it should be rated here with a five-star rating, and the sorting is orderly, and things that should not appear will never appear. Anyway, if an uninformed person comes down, at most he will be surprised by why there is a bed in the cellar and will never be linked to the perverted crime scene of the abuse.

"So it matches your profile again. This is the home court of the suspect in the dominant personality," Zhang Gaoming's voice suddenly emerged from behind.

Zhou Nan did not comment. Fortunately, what Zhang Detachment wanted was not a specific answer.

Several surveyors, including Zhang Yaobin, glanced at the corners of the scene with the strong light.

Zhou Nan, who was silent for a moment, suddenly spoke, "If it were me, he would leave some blood from the victim in the most hidden but very reasonable place, such as..."

As he said that, he took his hand, skipped the sheet, and directly lifted a corner of the bed board...

The Son of God! When he saw a trace of inconspicuous dark brown at the edge of the junction of the gap between the bed board and the bed frame, Zhou Nan gave a cool and arrogant definition of his luck.

Is it too much? It's not too much. In this clear space, he really couldn't think of any hidden place besides the bed, but it was outrageously outrageous in Mi Er's bed, and the blood was just below the position he opened... So, it would be better to be too much, after all, the mouths of the surveyors around him were already wide open.

Is this a question of where the blood is? OK this is!

After the surveyors lifted the bed board with all their fingers, there was still only the initial inconspicuous bloodstain, the goose egg was twice as big!

Just... do you believe in pure luck?
Chapter completed!