The shaking of the train made him dizzy and his heart beat fast. Zhou Yanling kissed the top of his hair and patted his back.
"You've done enough for me, Rongrong, no one has ever done so much for me." Zhou Yanling said, "In adversity, true love is seen. Your kindness is very rare and very touching. I can get this from you. Affectionately, I am also very happy."
Wu Fengrong buried his head deeper.
Zhou Yanling said: "Rongrong, your parents' affairs should not affect your judgment. I know you don't like the role of a hero. You are willing to be one person's hero, not the world's hero. You help me, risking At the risk of being misunderstood by everyone, you have to help me, because if you don’t help me, you are afraid that I will be forced to give way to the interests of most people like you when I was a child, and be sacrificed to achieve fame for you.” He paused.
"Actually it's not. Rongrong, I'm an adult, I can be responsible for myself, no one should be responsible for my future. If you don't help me, I'm really caught, and I'm guilty of Shi Xiaoran, It's my own business, and you are not at fault. Do you understand what I'm talking about? It's my own life, and you can't afford it, and there's no need to take it."
He felt Wu Fengrong shaking slightly in his arms.
Wu Fengrong said: "But I can't see it..."
Zhou Yanling's voice was solemn and powerful: "In my heart, you are my hero alone. I am proud of it all my life."
Wu Fengrong bit his collarbone and let out a soft whimper.
There were footsteps hurried towards them.
Zhao Xintao was even more annoyed when he saw the hugging lovers: "There is still time to kiss me! Something big happened!"
Wu Fengrong broke his arms. He was first blocked by Zhou Yanling.
"what happened?"
Zhao Xintao's face was miserable: "It's dead."
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"It's dead."
Wu Fengrong's face turned pale and his eyes were wide open, as if Zhao Xintao was not talking but slapped him in the ear just now.
Zhao Xintao was also terrified, unable to speak clearly: "In the 9th carriage, a woman fell on the chair, and many people saw it... Rongrong, you have to go and see, and notify the Ministry of Public Security. , be sure to notify the Ministry of Public Security!"
Wu Fengrong quickly calmed down, he was still breathing a little too fast, he helped Zhou Yanling and rushed to the No. 9 carriage.
"Make it clear, who is he, how did he die, and how long did he die?" Zhou Yanling asked.
Zhao Xintao exclaimed, "I don't know either! I just knew... she was a woman, about thirty years old, wearing a dark gray down jacket, sitting by the window, she looked like she was sleeping on the table. Report the crime. The person sitting next to her felt that her window was too wide open and it was a little cold, so he went over to discuss with her whether to close the window. But after calling for a long time, he didn't answer her, and as soon as she touched her, she collapsed. No breath! Scared everyone..."
The three people's footsteps were messy and heavy, thumping, thumping... Wu Fengrong's heart beat faster, a snowflake flashed in front of him, but he didn't see the threshold tripped and fell, Zhou Yanling dragged his waist to straighten him , looked at him worriedly. He just shook his head.
"Rongrong, are you okay?" Zhao Xintao asked nervously.
He can't do anything at this time. Wu Fengrong gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fine, you can continue."
"I also... I don't know any more details. I asked a few flight attendants to evacuate the passengers to the next compartment first, and told them not to take pictures and not to publish any news... The marshals also informed me, and the medical staff also called, They're all rushing over..."
Before he finished speaking, he reached the door of the No. 9 carriage. A large number of passengers blocked the door, and Zhao Xintao kept waving his hands to disperse before pulling out a passage to let them pass. The marshals arrived before them and had already covered the corpse with clean sheets. The young flight attendants were so frightened that they stood beside them shrinking, not knowing what to do. Only the medical staff Zhou Chi dared to approach the body and examine it carefully.
"Xiaochi, how is the situation?" Wu Fengrong approached and asked.
Zhou Chi shook his head and sighed: "There's no other way, the time of death is at least half an hour. I'm not a forensic doctor, so I can't estimate the exact time, I can only make a rough estimate based on the condition of the blood."
"How did it hurt?"
Zhou Chi's expression was dignified, he hesitated for a moment before saying, "A blunt blow to the back of the head."
Wu Fengrong's heart sank to the bottom, and his hands and feet suddenly became cold and numb. Zhou Chi turned the corpse over to show them. The back of the woman's head was marinated with blood, her hair was tangled in a mess, and the place where the back of her head was hit by a blunt blow had an obvious concave shape, like a shallow soup bowl. The outer cortex of the wound was severely damaged, and the fragmented skin tissue was abruptly knocked down from the back of the head. With the naked eye, many rust blocks of rust could be seen entangled in the strands of hair. The corpse's ears were bleeding profusely, and the blood had fallen down from the shoulders and into the collar.
Zhou Chi tapped the top of her hair with a hand wearing a medical plastic glove: "I touched her brain a little, and the back part may be broken. Judging from the wound, there should be more than one blunt blow, there are many Next, to put it simply, it concentrated on smashing the back of her head and smashing her head. The intracerebral hemorrhage is certain. This case is imitating the Tongzhou Jiu? Erqi murder case. The method is exactly the same, and the cause of death is also the same. Brother Rong, the murderer of the murder is still wanted by the whole country, is he on this train?"
Wu Fengrong's expression was cold, and he asked, "Do you think this was done by the person who killed Xiao Quan?"
"This case is full of turmoil, and people all over the country are paying attention. It's hard for me not to associate Xiao Quan with this female deceased. I don't know who killed Xiao Quan. If he didn't kill this woman, then It means that someone wants to imitate him, which means that he has admirers. Brother Rong, I am afraid that the news will cause even greater panic, and may even attract more admirers to imitate. This is a very dangerous thing. If it is the murderer himself , Killing people with the same method in succession is perverted. The last time I killed Xiao Quan in the dark alley was a small test, this time it was intentional."
"What is intentional? What is intentional?"
Zhou Yanling said meaningfully: "Deliberately told others that she killed this person. She just wanted everyone to know that she was the murderer and Xiao Quan was also killed by her. She was afraid that others would misunderstand. This is her second time. The purpose of murder."
Zhou Chi interjected: "It may also have the purpose of showing off. The Ministry of Public Security wanted him. After several days of arresting him, he was swollen and happy. He continued to kill and commit crimes, which made people think that he was capable and played the police all over the country. Some criminals are naturally performative personalities, and their crime style is exaggerated. The more noticeable they are, the more proud they are."
Zhou Chi didn't know the inside story, but the other three people present understood what was going on. Shi Xiaoran murdered again to justify her own name. She was afraid that Wu Fengrong would directly hand He Youan to the police, so she had to tell everyone openly that the murderer of the nine or two seven murders was in the car now, either He Youan, Zhou Yanling, or herself. To catch Shi Xiaoran, she must be found through this victim, otherwise she may kill for the third time.
"I underestimated this girl," Wu Fengrong gasped. Although his face was calm, Zhou Yanling held his hand and could feel his hand shaking. He said to Zhao Xintao: "Let the marshals isolate this place and arrange the passengers in this car to go to No. 8 or No. 10. Xiaochi, you will check the body again in detail, and give me a brief and comprehensive statement of the victim's situation, and I will go to the police. Call, and reinforcements must be sent in this situation."
He now looked out the window. The car began to enter the mountain, and the snow seemed to be increasing unabated. The mountain road ahead was complicated and the terrain was dangerous. Even if the Ministry of Public Security wanted to catch up to rescue it, it would be difficult. Wu Fengrong was in a heavy heart. He unconsciously reached out and touched Zhou Yanling's palm. He raised his head. Zhou Yanling's eyes were firm and gentle, which calmed his mind. In a second, he calmed down like a sinking pontoon. .
Wu Fengrong said to all the crew members: "Before the police came, the things here should not be moved, so as not to damage the evidence lost at the scene. The deputy commander is in charge of this place, and Zhou Chi will assist and cooperate. If Xintao or Zhou Chi need help, they will do their best. Cooperate. Xiaochi, there is one more important thing for you to see if you can find the murder weapon. If you can find it, it will be of great help in solving the case, maybe it will be around the scene. "
Zhou Chi nodded.
"Passengers can't completely control it, but they must be clear within themselves that things in the car are not allowed to be posted on the Internet, do not take pictures, and delete everything that you have taken. I'm not responsible, go talk to the police yourself." Wu Fengrong finally thought about it: "The marshals still have to be assigned, we have to keep people here, and we have to guard He Youan over there..."
Having said that, he paused for a moment, feeling an untimely twitch in his temples. Wu Fengrong let out a sigh of relief. He wished there was a monkey doing somersaults in his stomach, and the desire to vomit poured into his throat. A bad idea suddenly popped out of his head. He counted the marshals around him in a panic. There were six in total, which meant that there was only one left on He Youan's side...
"Broken," Wu Fengrong cried out, closing his eyes, "It's hit... um..."
Zhou Yanling threw up unpreparedly, and hurriedly hugged his waist and patted his back. Wu Fengrong clasped his hand tightly, his face was blue, and he said sternly: "Yan Ling, go to He You'an! This is a tug of war, no one is watching from his side now, Shi Xiaoran is not trying to show off, but to use this equipment. corpse sucks