sleep with wolves

Chapter 370 Dark and Despicable

He definitely has an accomplice, which she guessed before, "s" cannot be a person, including the knife wound when her mother died that year, it also came from different forces and angles, and it was not done by one person.

Chen Yanzhi was silent for a while, and then said:
"There are no accomplices, only me, and everything is done by me."

After all, he walked out without looking back while wearing handcuffs.

In the corridor, a group of special police officers were holding guns in the corridor. The whole corridor was eerily quiet, as if a needle could be heard clearly when it fell on the ground.

Lu Yuan watched the suspect being brought out with a solemn expression, his eyes were ruthless.

Not long ago, when he rushed into the actress's ward, he found that she was convulsing all over, with white foam in her mouth, and immediately called the doctor to check, and now she is still in the emergency room.

I heard that he was injected with a large amount of morphine, to be precise, it was a lethal amount.

Therefore, the person caught in front of him, a top psychology professor in China, can clearly say that he is the murderer.

How terrifying and ironic, a scholar with a high IQ should be teaching and educating people, and he has peaches and plums all over the world, and is respected by others, but secretly he became a terrible executioner, and he killed more than one person.

Lu Xiao handed him over to the police, and when the special police officers shackled Chen Yanzhi and took him away, Gu Yan rushed out.

She yelled in the corridor:
"S is someone else, right! It's the boy who once took a photo with you!"

When these words were uttered, the voice echoed throughout the corridor, and Chen Yanzhi's footsteps froze instantly.

Everyone paused and looked back.

Gu Yan walked over step by step, looked at Chen Yanzhi's motionless body, and said slowly, "Do you remember? The photo on the porch cabinet."

When she went to his house, the photo frame was originally laid down, and it was Yang Lifang, who taught sociology, who erected the photo frame when she was seeing her off.

Chen Yanzhi's stiff body moved, and he turned around slowly, with a kind smile on his face:
"Are you talking about a photo of me and Ah Yu? How could it be, how could he be S?"

There was a hint of coldness on Gu Yan's lips:
"Who said that person is Shen Yu!?"

Chen Yanzhi's pupils shrank slightly.

Gu Yan said word by word: "The boy in the photo is thirteen or fourteen years old, and Shen Yu at this age was sent abroad to Boston by his mother, so tell me, why did he appear in the photo with you?"

Yes, she had seen that when she left his house.

That person can't be Shen Yu!
Chen Yanzhi's breath froze, his eyes locked on Gu Yan, and his lips were pursed into a line.

The elegant and gentle atmosphere in the past is a bit cracked, as if some disguise has been torn off.

Shen Yu also came over with condensed eyes: "I can testify that I did not take a photo with this Professor Chen at that time."

Chen Yanzhi's eyes darkened a little, his handcuffed hands relaxed as much as possible, looking calm and composed:
"So what, that proves nothing."

As he spoke, he turned around and said to the police, "Take me away."

But at this moment, Gu Yan shouted again from behind: "What about "Morris"!?"

"Morris"—these three characters seemed like a sharp arrow shot into his body until it penetrated, making the blood in his whole body seem to coagulate.

But the next second, Chen Yanzhi left without turning his head, and his pace quickened, like a woodworm in the sun, unable to hide, hiding his darkness and filth.

[Author: Has anyone checked "Morris"]
(End of this chapter)