Nangong Yiyi was startled. This Ivan was the Ivan she had never seen before, not because he was wearing a police uniform, but because of the eagle-like gaze emanating from his eyes.
It's like looking past all appearances and seeing the innermost soul of things.
Ivan nodded slightly towards her, and the two of them looked away.
Nangong Yiyi originally came here for him, but now for some reason, a strange fluctuation suddenly arose in her heart. She pursed her red lips slightly, put on a mask, and followed Leng Ran to start the on-site inspection.
During the investigation, Nangong Yiyi knew that the reporter was called Zhang Lei, the man who was sitting on the sofa crying, and the victim was named Li Lihua. They were husband and wife. Zhang Lei turned back this morning because he forgot to bring a piece of information. As a result, He saw Li Lihua doing frivolous things with another man. They also saw him. Zhang Lei ran out in a hurry. He didn't believe that his wife would do such a thing.
When he calmed down and came back, he saw that Li Lihua had hit the wall and died. He panicked and immediately called the police.
Nangong Yiyi pursed her lips without any trace. This was really more bloody than when she read the novel written by Ai Jiujiu.
The husband discovered that he was having an affair and then committed suicide out of shame.
Leng Ran was very efficient and quickly concluded that Li Lihua died from a single impact rather than multiple impacts due to artificial pulling. Besides, there were no other wounds or traces of restraint on her body except the one on her forehead.
And some trace amounts of J fluid were also extracted from her lower body, which should be judged to be a suicidal behavior.
Listening to Leng Ran's report, Ivan nodded. His eyes swept over Zhang Lei's body again. Without saying anything more, he explained a few words to his subordinates and walked out first.
Walking downstairs, Ivan stood at the door of the unit smoking. When Nangong Yiyi and Leng Ran came out, they saw him looking thoughtful.
"Yiyi, let's go."
Leng Ran spoke out, and Nangong Yiyi finally came back to her senses: "Oh... here we come."
As soon as they returned to the police station, they were notified of the autopsy. Leng Ran immediately asked Zhang Mingliang to prepare and asked Nangong Yiyi to take notes. However, considering that she was a girl, he did not let her start directly.
"Brother Leng, isn't it said that he committed suicide? Why do you need to do an autopsy?"
Zhang Mingliang said while putting on his gloves, and curled his lips coldly: "Who said he committed suicide?"
"It's not you..."
"I only said that the fatal injury was caused by a single impact and that there were no other injuries on the deceased. I did not say that it was suicide."
Nangong Yiyi took notes very seriously. When the forensic examination results came out and were handed over to everyone in the criminal police team, someone immediately exclaimed: "Wow, Brother Fan, you are amazing. It is exactly what you thought."
Nangong Yiyi looked in the direction of Ivan and saw Ivan taking a sip of strong tea with a sarcastic smile on his lips, as if he had everything under control.
He was obviously so arrogant, but it made Nangong Yiyi curl his mouth again. Ivan had always liked to sarcastically attack other people's IQ since he was a child, and now this problem seems to have gotten worse.
He was obviously annoying to look at, but she just loved him like this.
From receiving the report to getting the exact evidence to solve the case, it only took less than five hours, all thanks to Ivan's keen judgment.