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"Qi Mian really made me have a headache!"

Zhen Yi, dressed as a volunteer nurse, followed the table with the dinner plate.

She spent the whole morning telling him about the status of her work, and he was experimenting all morning, ignoring her whispering.

"If he wanted to kill Qiu Miu at the beginning, he splashed flammable liquids and did not ignite, it would be a crime suspension, or it may be an attempted crime, but in any case, he facilitated the murder of others. See, it is difficult to fight, but it is very challenging;

If he splashed water, but someone left after splashing flammable liquid, he came back to ignite and frighten, but he was really on, it would be negligent.

These two super feelings. "

Zhen Yi opened his lunch box while talking, paused, and put in a topic: "Speech, so having lunch with you, it feels like going back to middle school."

In silence, he wiped the freshly washed chopsticks with a tissue.

Zhen Yi continued: "It's a pity that it's not the two cases I just mentioned. The evidence shows that Qi Mian splashed the mixture of paint and gasoline and lit the fire. It was a deliberate murder and extremely bad in nature."

A small bowl of cucumber soup was on her plate, and she said, "Slow down."

She nodded, slowly followed him to the seat, and kept talking.

In fact, when I saw her from the first side of middle school, she thought that she was a little bit tuberculous.

"Qi Mian said that he splashed water and did not ignite. But there is no evidence to support him at the moment, which is all unfavorable. What a headache. How to find out the deficiencies from the existing evidence?"

"You say?" Zhen Yi sat down and asked him.

Words used a spoon to stir the soup, casually: "Say what?"

"I said so much, didn't you want to say?"

"Well, a little." The spoon in his hand stopped and looked up at her. "Why did Xiao Ke call you Master in private?"

"Did you hear that too?" She was a coincidence. I also just looked.

"I am not deaf."

"Maybe they think we are quite suitable." Zhen Yi blinked innocently.

"" Yange bowed his head to drink soup.

After a few seconds, Zhen Yi couldn't help it: "Are you angry?"

"No," he said normally. "What you say will not affect me."

"..."

If you want to change to another girl, you should be secretly hurt.

But Zhen Yi was very happy, her eyes were dazzling, and she had to be intimate: "Really? Then can I say that we live together and want to marry the son right away?"

"..."

The words did not choke and looked at her silently.

Her little excited eyes twinkled like a light bulb.

Fengzi married? She could come up with it.

"If one day figure out the structure of your head, I can win the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine." Yan Ge said.

"Okay, you do more research, I will cooperate with you."

the study.

Suddenly there was nothing to say, if it could be cured, how good would it be?

He regained the topic: "What good is it for you to say this?"

"Wait for time, I want to chase you. That way, other women can be repulsed, and no one competes with me."

competition?

Be suspicious.

No one can compete with her. In general, girls can't do anything about the things she does.

"Oh, what is your potential competitor?"

"There are so many female graduate female doctors in your laboratory," Zhen Yi deflated, really minded, "the same age, still playing the taboo of teacher-student love, and you!"

Her eyes despised,

"Wearing a clean white coat, you are the temptation of a uniform! If I were, I would definitely fantasize rolling sheets with you on the experimental bench!"

"..."

The speech was silent for a second, and said quietly: "Not everyone is like you."

Zhen Yi: Well, it means that I am too crazy to ignore my face?

Speech: Well, no one will be as persistent as you.

"Is there no hint or expression from the female student?" Zhen Yi is like a housekeeper who checks the smell of perfume on her husband's clothes.

"No." He was sure.

Actually there is. It's just that he couldn't receive the signal. I don't know what to do, I don't understand, I don't think about it, and I don't remember it.

Over time, the girls gave up. After all, how many can be persistent and brave like Zhen Yi?

Zhen Yi didn't believe his words, but she didn't think words would lie, she knew he disdained.

After a long analysis, I can understand: "Maybe everyone thinks you are gay."

"..."

Zhen disregarded his opinion and raised his eyebrows, saying: "Speaking, you will not be gay. Because your body reacts to me."

"..."

The words dropped, and the chopsticks in his hands paused.

"Because you fell in love with me, did you become **** because you were disappointed with the woman? No, then I failed too much." She frowned deeply and stretched out,

"But you can rest assured that I will be responsible for you. Your family will definitely ask you to pass on the lineage. I can be your shield. I am not very demanding. I love it once every Thursday, and I will solve it at other times."

"..." Yan Ge grabbed her chopsticks, "Zhen Yi, are you ashamed?"

"That's the sentence!" She laughed happily, looking at the expression, she knew that she said that deliberately, causing him deliberately.

The words were silent.

Zhen Yi tilted his head and looked at him. At such a short distance, he could see that his eyelashes were long, dark and dense, the bridge of his nose was high, and the food in his mouth would habitually press his lips lightly.

This was the case when he was in middle school, and has not changed.

Ah, for a moment, she missed that time a little; she held the guitar and sang at the door of Class 1 of 2 years in junior high school: "You ask how deep I love you, I love you want to get married ..."

Yan Ge was sitting in the classroom reading a book, unheard of; the students of the whole school were crowded by the railing to watch the excitement.

Zhen Yi thought of the past, picked up chopsticks and poked the dishes on his plate to eat, obviously the two dishes were the same.

Words did not stop, let her.

The graduate doctors and nurses were also here for lunch. They said that the doctors and small nurses were already eye-catching; they also ate intimately, which was too eye-catching.

Words do not care about the eyes of those around you as before;

But Zhen Yi was inexplicable, while despising his hypocrisy, while enjoying it, the body language of the whole body was proclaiming: The word is mine and mine.

Zhen Yi kicked him from under the table: "Qi Mian's case told you so much, why didn't you respond a little bit? Well, who said softly to me," Dear Zhen Yi, just ask me if you need help. " Well, without saying a word. "

Words raised his eyes, his original words should not be like this.

"I think you have been able to cope with it so far. You said so much to me, but you just want to explain the difficulty of the case. Then, when you come up with a solution, I will think: Ah, Zhen Yi is so powerful."

Zhen Yi was seen through, glaring at him with his teeth: "You can see through everybody, you **** man is really boring!"

She lay on the table: "I suspect that the murderer has other people, but I can't be 100% sure, and I can't be sure that Qi Mian didn't lie."

"Anyway, you are ready to stand with him, aren't you? Because you are his lawyer." He really knew her psychology.

"Yes." She grinned, confident. "Although the evidence is not good for him at the moment, I am ready to challenge."

After finishing speaking, make a fist and stare at him.

"..."

He has seen countless times of such encouragement and comfort. He knew what she wanted to hear from him every time she showed such eyes.

The speech was silent for a long time, but she couldn't hide her eyes, and she said helplessly: "Well, dear classmate Zhen Yi, come on."

"Yes!"

Zhen Yi smiled: "I'm going to the crime hotel. Come with me."

The expectations in her eyes cannot be refused.

"There is time in the afternoon," he said halfway, and took out his phone to send a text message.

Let him explain the itinerary

Yan Xu?

After finishing everything, get on the elevator and leave,

The style asked: "Do you think Ai Xiaoying is related to death and Qi Miao's death?"

"Well. The Qi family is very strange. Whether Qi Mian is a murderer or not, I want to figure out the relationship between these two things."

The words were too firm, and the words were inadvertently squinted.

Because she was a volunteer, she didn't wear makeup today. She had a greener face than her usual "lawyer", was clean and beautiful, and looked very comfortable.

She is a baby face. She often needs makeup to improve her age and increase her credibility in the workplace. She has lost her makeup. Her eyes are dark and straight. She is as straight and soft as she used to look at him.

The girl pursed her lips slightly, her eyes seemed to fall far away, contemplatively, with a dark rivalry.

In her memory, she always worked for three minutes. No matter what she did, her concentration was not very focused. She was always distracted, like the little animal in the story who picked up watermelon and lost sesame seeds.

However, she never thought she was so attached to him, 12 years, never forget.

Zhen Yi turned his head inadvertently, hit his staring eyes for a second, then grinned: "Look at me again!"

It's not embarrassing to speak, and move away in a hurry.

"Don't be embarrassed," she leaned her head closer with her hands behind her back, "I am yours, just say what I want to do!"

"..."

Disregarding her speech, she giggled with pleasure and laughed for a while before saying the right thing:

"Want to ask you here, I think the way of burning people this time is too cruel. Ordinary people, even if they retaliate and kill people, will they be so violent?"

"Depending on the situation," Yange supported the elevator door and asked her to go out first.

"It seems that there are a lot of sulfuric acid and so on."

"Split body and these two are completely different concepts." Yan Ge walked out of the elevator.

Zhen Yi tried to analyze: "Although the corpse humiliates the deceased twice, most of the cases are for the purpose of hiding the corpse, right?"

The expression "um" said: "Even if there is anger, people will retaliate in different ways. It is also a quarrel with a roommate. It is also psychologically fragile and emotionally deformed. Ma chose to stab someone with a knife, but Yao Feng poured sulfuric acid . "

"So, Yao Feng is more cruel than Ma?"

"It can be said like this. Another example is burning a living person, what does it sound like?"

"It's like a terrorist." Zhen Yi raised goose bumps and rubbed her arm subconsciously.

"Normal people usually don't kill like this. Even if there is deep hatred, few people choose such a brutal way of revenge. Because ordinary people are more or less empathetic."

"The empathy ability?" Zhen Yi felt strange.

Explanation of the words: "People will have compassion for the weak and sympathy because they have the ability to feel and understand the emotions of others."

"Some people are particularly cruel because they lack empathy?" Zhen Yi felt strange.

"Well, empathy defects are often associated with antisocial personality disorders."

Zhen Yi frowned for a moment: "Last time I described Ai Xiaoying's death, you said the murderer has an aggressive personality disorder, what is your opinion this time?"

"I already said that," he said briefly.

Empathy defects, violence, attacks, antisocial?

Is Qi Mian like this? She is not sure.

However, she is so happy to exchange ideas with him in such a barrier-free way, exchange ideas with him, and collide with ideas.

She looked up at his handsome face, and she was in a good mood, laughing with white teeth.

Speech: "..."

She always showed such a fox-eyed smile and eyes from time to time.

But today, he was uncharacteristically asking, "What's laughing?"

"It's been a pleasure talking with you," she said. "Speech, we are so in harmony, we are not together, it is unreasonable."

It seems that at any time, no matter discussing any issues, she can turn to this topic seamlessly without any pressure.

As soon as he came to such a topic, he was speechless.

Zhen Yi's eyes curled, and she smiled so carefreely:

"It's okay, words. You don't have to be pressured, I like you, I just work hard."

I'll just work hard.

Several women are so powerful that they can say this.

There is a car waiting outside the hospital. After going up, Yan Xu is also there. Zhen Yi was surprised that the text message was not to cancel and meet him, but to ask him to come?

"Yan Xu!" She greeted him. He played the iPad as usual as he hadn't heard; Zhen Yiwang glanced at him. He was not playing games, but using astronomical software to calculate the star parameters. In his hand was the deep starry sky.

"It's amazing." She exclaimed.

Still ignore her.

Zhen Yi had been in the psychiatric hospital for so long, and probably guessed that he had serious autism. It was not that he ignored her, but that he really could not feel her.

Can't see, can't hear, can't feel.

He was completely immersed in his simple world.

When words are not at work, life is very simple: accompany words.

That's why he appeared with An Yao in shopping malls and birthday feasts. At these times, his words were all there, but Zhen Yi didn't see it.

Zhen Yi looked at the speech, but he looked at his brother.

She narrowed her mouth and secretly scolded him for "brother control", but her heart softened after scolding.

The afternoon sun was brisk and lazy, and through the black glass, a thin and soft layer sprinkled on his face, casting a shadow on his deep eyes. Because of the light, his facial features looked more and more three-dimensional, and the shadows of his eye sockets were deeper.

He looked at Yan Yan's eyes, although still calm, but brought a trace of obedience and tolerance, with affection, so serious, so focused.

Zhen Yi's heart was so soft that it was a mess. He would only show such a side to his family, if she became his family, he would look at her like this.

Words, I really want to be your family, so much, so much.

She looked at him deeply, with her little wish, the heart was sunny and sad.

In this world, there are few things that make her like her. In this world, there is only one person who deserves all her pursuit.

When Yan realized what she was looking at, she slowly turned her head back and saw Zhen Yi's eyes, straight and gentle, persistent and pious.

He was stunned, as if something had hit his heart.

"Look?" He asked quietly.

She lifted her lips and smiled innocently, like a child looking at candy;

It sounds unreasonable, but the words are understood, and there is nothing to say for a while.

In this way, all the way to the destination quietly.

Jiang Jiang and Yang Zi were waiting at the hotel and were surprised when they saw Zhen Yi and a pair of beautiful men.

Yang Zi is even more surprised, and Zhen Yi has chased her words again?

"Hi, speech." She greeted enthusiastically.

Yange's gaze shifted over, thinking for a second, nodding slightly: "Hello."

He didn't impress her.

Yang Zi was slightly frustrated. She was the girlfriend of his girlfriend anyway.

Jiang Jiang was nervous and looked at the idol immediately after watching the handsome boy for a few seconds.

Zhen Yixiao: "It's not about how hard it is, but how hard we work."

A group of people first went to the fired employee elevator, which is located at the corner of the floor.

After a fire, the shaft, hall door, and sunken car were black, and there were several residues on the inner wall, fearing that the wonderful body would burn to the ground.

I do n’t know if it ’s a psychological reason. There seems to be a burning smell in the air.

Yang Zi gagged and ran to the bathroom after covering his mouth.

Zhen Yi twisted her eyebrows, disgusting. The mind shook a little, and there was fire in front of him. She held her forehead a little dizzy, and the next second, she was held by a pair of warm and powerful hands.

She raised her head and met the quiet eyebrows. He held her arm in a low voice: "Zhen Yi."

She looked at his eyes uncontrollably, clear and deep, very deep;

My heart calmed down inexplicably and gradually recovered: "Huh?"

"Step back a little. Possibly toxic gas remains near the elevator." He lied and was quite at ease, looking for a good reason.

"Oh." She moved away obediently.

Confused: Why does Qi Miao take the staff elevator in the corner? Who asked her to come? What to do in secret?

There is a dead end here, except for the staircase, there are no guest rooms. A few meters away, the corridor has turned a corner. There are guest rooms and duty desks.

Qi Mian ran out from there and was seen by the two waiters.

The first one saw him panic entering his room; the second one saw him running into the room holding a lighter.

The elevator is facing the stairwell, and the sign of "decorating" is placed beside the door. Push away, there is a strong smell of formaldehyde in the corridor.

When she got the floor plan in the morning, she asked Qi Mian and saw Qi Miao was on fire, why didn't she run from the stairwell. Qi Mian said that the corridor was being renovated, and it said "The paint is not dry." He was too close to the fire elevator and the paint was flammable, he did not dare.

Zhen Yi was going to see the corridor of the guest room. She turned her head to see the elevator and watched the elevator intently. The probe went into the shaft and looked up and down.

He understands this?

Zhen Yi just wanted to ask, saying first: "What's wrong?"

Only then did she realize that her words were unreasonable.

This small act of words made her feel warm.

"DC door machine system, low-end, inferior." Yan Xu commented indifferently, swiping his hand on the Pad a few times, the constellation disappeared, and a canvas came out.

Soon, a complex but orderly circuit diagram jumped on the plate, "JKM pulls in, the current passes through the motor rotor DM, the opening resistance RKM ..."

He explained the circuit principle of this kind of elevator in detail, the speed change when opening and closing the door;

Zhen Yi was foggy, but his words were very serious.

A serious storytelling, a listening listener, and a close friend.

"The car door opened but could not be closed because the terminal limit was broken and the state was disconnected." Speaking of this, Yan shook his head. "Speaking, this elevator is too rough and not fine. I don't like it."

He cleared it all and deleted everything he had just drawn on the tablet. Immediately switch pages and continue to study the galaxy.

Zhen Yi: "..."

She thought he had just analyzed the elevator to help, and it turned out to be a mere geek who liked machinery.

She couldn't hold back: "Yan Xu, is the elevator stuck here accidentally or artificially?"

He didn't hear the words and did his own thing.

Zhen Yi waited a few seconds and looked at the speech for help. The latter asked: "Do you know why the elevator is stuck here?"

"The simplest case is an elevator failure;" Yan Xu didn't raise his head. While doing mathematical calculations, he replied distractedly. .

Regardless of malfunction or man-made, the door of the hall was opened by a person with a triangular key, because the car had sunk too much, and the person inside could not exert force. "

There is no triangle key in the exhibit.

Zhen Yi pointed to the cracked opening on the top of the car: "What is that?"

"Security window." Yan Ge said.

There is no more to dig.

Zhen Yi went around the corner, walked the corridor of the guest room, and went to the duty desk. Standing there and looking back at the corner, not far or near, the sight is good. The two witnesses saw Qi Mian from here.

The duty desk configuration is simple and standard, but no one is watching.

Zhen Yi glanced at the computer screen. On the taskbar, there was a storm video, with a headphone cable plugged into the host, she took a picture.

The group left and walked to the door, Zhen Yi: "Come here today."

Jiang Jiang nodded, Yang Zi hesitated: "Yeah, don't you go with us?"

"No, there is something."

Yange and Yanxu are already in the car.

Yang Zi looked at the black low-key Rolls-Royce and asked softly, "Are you and Yan Ge ..."

"Haha, I'm going to fall in love." Zhen Yi smiled arrogantly, her eyes bent.

"What about Prosecutor Yin?"

"I was nothing with him." Zhen Yi jumped down the steps quickly, without waving her head back, trotting away.

In the car, Yan Xu lowered his head and concentrated on doing his own thing.

The light was dim and the expression was unclear: "Yan Xu."

"Ok?"

"If you respond to Zhen Yi, I will be very happy." The tone is plain, without blame, "After all, you will often see her in the future."

Yan Xu was silent for a few seconds before slowly raising his head, looking at his brother, his eyes were as pure as a child, and he promised very well: "I will do my best."

His lips pursed and nodded.

The next second, Zhen Yi opened the door and boarded the car, the space was instantly active.

She almost jumped in, sitting on the seat with a buttock, and the car shook.

Yan Xu was affected when he sat on the other side, his hands were shaken, and there was a thick black line on the drawing on the tablet. He never knew that the unstarted car would shake, thinking that there was an earthquake, and responded stunned for a few seconds before turning his head to look at Zhen Yi.

Yan also looked at Zhen Yi.

She was excited and her eyes were shining brightly as if she could illuminate the world.

She happily showed off: "Haha, I have settled this lawsuit."

He heard the words and frowned slightly. At the hotel just now, there was no special evidence: "Are you sure the murderer?"

"How is it possible?" Zhen Yi stared, "I'm not Holmes in such a short time."

"You said……"

"I'm sure Qi Mian can not die, you said it was the case."

Words understand that evidence is one thing, and conviction is another: "So, did you find a point of force that can attack witnesses and exhibits?"

If witnesses and exhibits are stained, even if they are true, they will not be adopted.

"Yeah." Zhen Yi raised her head and grinned when she saw the words seriously waiting for her to continue. "Want to know, when you go to court, you go to listen."

Quote: "It depends on whether there is time."

"Humph!" Zhen Yi curled his lips, and the probe looked at Yan Xu. "Yan Xu, are you going? I'm so good!"

Yan Xu lowered his head and ignored her at first. After a full ten seconds, until Zhen Yi gave up, he looked up and said, "Will you wear that shirt?"

"Shirt?" Zhen Yi didn't understand and looked for help.

"He said that the shirt you wore in the hospital that day was white with many black geometric figures on it." Yan Ge said softly. "He is obsessed with mathematical graphics."

"..."

Zhen Yi suddenly realized, thinking of meeting him in the hospital corridor that night, he stared at her, tangled eyes that refused to come close.

It turned out to be a graphic-sensitive guy.

She inexplicably made up a Q version of the small words, stomped and roared inwardly: Aoao, I want graphics, I want graphics, but I do n’t want to be close to humans, do n’t get close to humans.

Zhen Yi explained: "You can't wear that in court."

"Oh, what a pity." Yan Xu said, "Then I won't go."

"..."

Zhen Yi is speechless, but he is a younger brother of words, and must have a good relationship, she tirelessly close to. Seeing the Rubik's Cube in the car, I picked it up and played: "Yan Xu, you like the Rubik's Cube very much."

It took a few seconds before Yan Xu let herself hear her. He silently calculated the time interval of her speech, and found that the frequency of her naming was too high, which was higher than that of his brother.

But he promised his brother to respond to her. He hoped his brother would be happy, so he said very hard: "I will have 29 ways to restore the Rubik's cube."

Zhen Yi is curious: "Really?"

"But I won't tell you anything." He told the truth seriously.

"..."

You are so cute, do you know?

She turned her head to read the speech.

Speech: "..."

He worked hard, really.

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