Detective Training Manual

　　 "I choose the first one!"

　　 Zhou Yan felt sweaty in his heart, and without even thinking about it, he took the lunch box over.

　　 This Nima, if you really let Sister Yazi feed yourself, then today this case will become a secondary foil.

　　 Tomorrow will be fried in the detective world! "The old cow eats tender grass, the old tree blooms new flowers, and the profiler Zhetang Masako feeds the new detective Zhou Yan in the police car! Another young man chose the shortcut to success

　　 This Nima, the title has been figured out!

　　 Zhou Yan completely ignored his sore arms and tore open the lunch box with a stab. The lunch box was still a very high-end variety, with chopsticks and napkins next to it.

　　 Zhou Yan was able to care about chopsticks, quickly picked up a piece of fried egg and stuffed it into his mouth.

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　　 Sister Yazi looked at Zhou Yan's eating and couldn't help but laughed: "It seems that you are a little bit resistant to the second option."

　　 "That's...you're going to chase the car, and you'll be able to drag and drop, I won't be able to smash the corpse on the street tomorrow morning." Zhou Yan muttered with things stuffed in his mouth.

　　 just finished...

　　 "Um..." Zhou Yan hesitated: "So, you are showing me good, right?"

　　 啧啧, yes, Zhou Yan was so open and open, and asked openly.

　　 As for Sister Yazi, as a veteran love scene who has been in the bushes of thousands of flowers, she also nodded without hiding her head: "Well, yes."

　　 "But...you said yesterday that you didn't want to worry about it."

　　 "Hahaha——" After hearing Zhou Yan's words, Yazi sister laughed. The charming look made Zhou Yan's heart flicker: "Don't be silly, you are not my concern."

　　 "Um..." Zhou Yan made a list of awkward lips.

"You are just my product. I am also a normal woman. I haven't had an emotional vent for so long. I also need to find someone to talk to. So... you are pretty good. Candidate.

　　 If you die, I will or may be sad, but not grief. On the contrary, if I die one day, I don’t think you will grieve for me, right. "

　　 "..." Zhou Yan was silent. Sister Yazi's remarks were extremely scumbags, but Zhou Yan heard a trace of sadness in it.

　　 But this sadness was broken by Masako's charming smile.

　　 "How good is this. You and I are still ordinary friends. They have always been ordinary friends. They can talk to each other and care, but they will never become each other's concern. Isn't this the best relationship for detectives?"

　　 There was a lot of traffic outside the car window, and the faint fragrance of the egg still remained in Zhou Yan's mouth.

　　 Somehow, he felt that behind Masako's smile was a river of tears. The story of this woman must be far more than what she told her last night.

　　 At this moment, Zhou Yan seems to want to know more about this woman in her thirties...

　　 "That..." he murmured.

　　 But at this moment.

　　 The police car stopped suddenly.

　　 Sister Masako looked out the window: "We're here--"

　　 For an instant, the woman who slowly breathed dust seemed to change her face, serious and serious, even if she was threatened by her life a few hours ago, she would never compromise.

　　 Sister Yazi opened the door: "Hurry down, although you have saved me twice, but if you are indifferent to the case, then you will never want to pass the exam under my hands!"

　　 "Good!" Zhou Yan smiled and got out of the police car!

　　......

　　 The place where Zhou Yan is now is a police station in a block, not too big, but the crime scene is very close.

　　 And the deceased Zhou Xiaoling’s father also had a'husband', and he met here yesterday.

　　 Under the guidance of several police officers, Zhou Yan and Sister Yazi came to a reception room.

　　 As soon as I walked in...the cold chair and the iron table, although it was a reception room, it was not much different from the interrogation room. At this time, there were already two people sitting in the room.

　　 Without introducing himself, Zhou Yan can tell that the older one is Zhou Dali, the adoptive father of the deceased, and the haggard one next to him must be her husband.

　　 When the deceased received the marriage certificate, it is estimated that they were all done in other places, so the two of them have never seen each other. Now they are in the same room, the embarrassment in the air makes people breathless.

"Good two, I am a detective in this city, Masako Zhetang, at the level of Maple. For the deceased Zhou Xiaoling, on behalf of the security officers and detectives in this city, I would like to express condolences to the two of you. I promise that I will never bring the criminals to justice. "

　　 This passage, Masako Sister said very quickly, I don't know how many such scenes of wives scattered before she has faced.

　　 "Xiaoling... is she... dead?" the young man muttered, as if he hadn't been relieved, the plane that night seemed to be dreaming.

　　 Masako already knows from the data. This man is called Wang Gang. He is an ordinary company employee. He has known the deceased for two years. From the record, he is a very clean person.

　　 And when he heard this question, Zhou Dali, who was next to him, leaned back in his chair, as if he had lost all energy.

　　 "Unfortunately, yes..." Sister Yazi said: "Two sorrows, now the most important thing is to find the murderer, then I would like to ask Mr. Wang Gang, do you know that the deceased came to the 12th city?"

The husband nodded: "Yes, we have discussed it, and we will take it over the next few days... Father will take over, and the wedding has already been prepared. She has a few days off. We want to find some friends. The wedding was simply held in this way."

　　 "You didn't tell the brokerage company?"

　　 Husband shook his head: "No, telling the brokerage company will be very troublesome."

　　 Sister Masako looked at the deceased's father again: "Do you know these things~www.wuxiaspot.com~, too?"

Wang Dali nodded: "Yes. Actually, they applied for the marriage certificate last year. I also knew it. It was just that I needed someone to guard the fields in my hometown. I never went to see it. They called me the other day and said It’s a wedding, so I asked someone to take care of the dealer. I took time to go there, and the tickets were all bought.” ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

　　 Sister Masako nodded, so it seemed that it was just a very simple wedding process.

　　 "Then... Mr. Wang Gang, during the last time you were in contact with the deceased, did you find something wrong with the deceased?"

　　 Husband shook his head: "No, she is very happy.

　　 On that day, Xiaoling and I were shopping, and she said that she would buy a nice dress for her father.

　　 Although she has not returned home all these years, she has been thinking of the old man in her heart, saying that her father's life is very hard all his life, and he must be treated as a handsome old man at the wedding. "

　　 Suddenly, Zhou Yan on the side seemed to have discovered something. He patted the table!

　　 "What did you say, you were buying clothes that day?"

　　 "Yes...Yes." The husband was taken aback.

　　 "Did you buy it at the end? What clothes did you buy?" Zhou Yan asked, his voice a little higher.

　　 "Buy... I bought it, it's a suit..."

　　"Suit!!!" Zhou Yan stood up abruptly, staring at him: "This...this is impossible!!!"