The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

Shi Ke glanced at Zheng Quzhi without a stir, squatted down and patted Ang Gu's head: "Hey, wait, sister will be back soon."

After that, he snatched the gloves and foot protectors from Zheng Quzhi's hands, put them on quickly and quickly, and walked inside without changing his face.

Zheng Quzhi:? ? ! ! !

Policemen:? ? ? ! ! !

What is even more shocking is that behind, Shi Ke directly took a black body bag and squatted on the ground, looking at the broken corpse with serious expression.

Zheng Quzhi hurriedly withdrew his gaze and looked at Wei Yan next to him: "Mr. Wei! Can Aunt Shi Ke really clean it up?"

As soon as the voice fell, he heard a sound of inhalation, and Zheng Quzhi looked at it again.

I saw that Shi Ke stretched out his hand, did not take any tweezers or other tools at all, just opened his hand, palms down, and the pieces of meat were like alive, leading to Shi Ke's hand.

Her hand was almost like a magnet. After a while, she was full of minced meat. Looking at the **** thing, Zheng Quzhi couldn't help but retched a few times.

After a short while, the ball of minced meat in her hand was the size of a football, and she threw the ball of minced meat into the body bag without changing her face, moved a few steps forward, and continued to open her palms.

As if perceiving something, she suddenly raised her head and saw everyone looking at herself. A suspicious flash flashed across her greasy face: "What are you looking at me for? Are you not working?"

He said, shaking the minced meat ball in his hand: "There is a lot of minced meat! You have to clean it up quickly."

Seeing her raising the minced meat ball in her hand, everyone hurriedly looked away, wishing to shield this person.

Shi Ke had already ignored everyone, and began to'suck' the minced meat without changing his face. She seemed to be in a good mood, staring at the ground earnestly, with a strange arc of her mouth, and it didn't take long for her to start humming a cheerful little song.

"Wei Yan, this Aunt Shi Ke..." Zheng Quzhi raised his finger and pointed to his forehead, "Is there a problem here?"

Shi Ke paused and turned to look at Zheng Quzhi: "Mr. Zheng, I can hear everything you say."

Zheng Quzhi subconsciously hid behind Wei Yan, his mouth began to babble: "Hey, Mr. Wei, your aunt Shi Ke threatened me!"

Wei Yan: "Have you been with Zhuzhu for a long time?"

The policeman next to him watched for a while before he interjected with a complicated expression: "Two comrades, when are you going to handle the case? This is already the eighth dead person. If the murderer is not brought to justice, I don’t know how many more will appear. Dead!"

Zheng Quzhi's face was hot, why did he get into trouble at the scene of the murder! It shouldn't be. Is this disrespect for the dead?

Honestly, he put on all the foot gloves and gloves. He silently built himself up, begging himself not to vomit when he went in, which made the scene dirty.

"Report the situation." Wei Yan asked familiarly, his narrow eyes always paying attention to Zheng Quzhi's movements, and when he saw that he was wearing things, he was ready to go in, and subconsciously pulled him.

"Huh?" Zheng Quzhi looked confused.

"The deceased was Zhou Hai, a 28-year-old reporter. He sneaked into Yanglin High School at one o'clock in the morning last night. It is speculated that he wanted to secretly get some news about the injury of the artist Lin Nianxi yesterday. 10.10 After entering the football field, the monitoring broke down." The police replied bluntly, pretending that they could not see the interaction between the two.

"Got it." Wei Yan responded, pulling Zheng Quzhi into the scene.

Once inside, Zheng Quzhi hurriedly pulled on the mask, but despite this, blood continued to penetrate the tip of his nose.

Wei Yan looked down at the minced meat on the ground and asked faintly, "Is there a football on the scene?"

The policeman who had been following hurriedly replied: "There is nothing at the scene except these minced flesh and **** heads."

"What about your head?" Wei Yan tilted his head, his dark eyes looked at the policeman with a smile.

The police trembled suddenly and felt a slight chill. He coughed: "The head has been sent back to the bureau."

"Burn my head." Wei Yan retracted his gaze, and leaned against Zheng Quzhi when he finished speaking.

Zheng Quzhi was taken aback, and quickly turned sideways so that Wei Yan leaned on his chest. The medicinal fragrance swept over, dispelling a lot of the **** smell, Zheng Quzhi reached out and put his hand on Wei Yan's shoulder and patted him: "Are you okay?"

Why are you dizzy at every turn!

Really a sick and beautiful woman.

"It's okay, just lean on it." Wei Yan's face was a little pale. He stepped forward and narrowed the distance between the two of them. Through the thin two layers of clothing, the two of them clung to each other tightly. Feel the other's heart beating.

Everyone:? ? ? ! ! !

"Comrade, are you okay?" The policeman standing on the side was embarrassed, and he didn't know where to put his sights, his eyes stared randomly.

"Ah..." Zheng Quzhi blinked and lied in front of the police without changing his face: "Comrade Wei in our family is a little bit anemic. Just a rest is enough."

Wei Yan's eyes moved slightly.

Police: "..." You don't need to hug each other for a break, right? What kind of style is in the public!

"Comrade, burning the head requires the consent of the family, but even the murderer has not been found, and the family may not agree." After a long time, the police spoke embarrassedly.

"Sooner or later, they must be cremated. If they don't agree, let them agree." A coldness flashed across Wei Yan's eyes, obviously a little impatient.

As soon as his momentum came out, the police suddenly did not dare to ask any more. He stood straight and replied in a loud voice: "Yes!"

A few minutes later, Wei Yan stood up straight. Lazily glanced at Zheng Quzhi, Wei Yan's coldness on his face eased a little, and said to him: "You can go now."

"gone?"

Not only Zheng Quzhi, but even the police were shocked. I haven't been here for twenty minutes. The real observation of the scene is only one minute. I only said a few words about the case, and then it ended like this?

"Are you sure it's the special case investigation team?" The police were a little suspicious.

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi was the first to refute: "Otherwise, it's still a fake? Well, who wants to pretend to be this! Don't kill me!"

Wei Yan remained indifferent, pulling Zheng Quzhi and leaving.

Zheng Quzhi: "..." So why did they come in so tightly?

The two went outside, and there were very few people outside. Zheng Quzhi endured it for a long time and still couldn't hold it back. He raised his head to look at Wei Yan: "Mr. Wei, we didn't do anything. Why are we going there?"

"Want to know?" Wei Yan stopped, lowered his head and glanced at Zheng Quzhi, suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed Zheng Quzhi's face: "I'll find out at night."

Being pinched by Wei Yan so much, Zheng Qu was stunned for a while, and then he reacted quickly, hooking Wei Yan's neck with a grin, and bending his eyebrows: "Mr. Wei, I can't see that you have a time when you are not so cold."