After rejecting the marriage, the head of the Qin family was crushed by me.

Chapter 63 Lingcheng Incident ([-])

"Qin Yelan." Qian Zhelian's voice contained a warning.

Hearing this, Qin Yelan suddenly fell silent.

Qian Zhemian nodded towards Director Qin and walked upstairs.

The seventh and ninth floors also yielded nothing, so the two of them came to the rooftop.

At noon, the sun is shining brightly, and there is a small vegetable patch on the rooftop of the tenth floor, which is clean and tidy.

Qianzhe Mian frowned, clean and tidy?

This vegetable patch is so clean that it's a bit too clean.

It looked like it had been washed with water deliberately, and there was much less soil than an ordinary vegetable patch.

There was a pair of cotton gloves in the corner. Qianzhe Mian put on new gloves, a mask and goggles, and slowly walked forward.

The cotton gloves seemed to be common agricultural gloves, but there were a few light yellow things between the cotton threads, which were hard when touched with your hands.

Qian Zhe Mian tilted his head and suddenly remembered the broom beside the flower bed on the second floor.

There are several bamboo strips on the broom handle that are raised.

Is this relevant to this case?Qianzhe Mian frowned deeply and put his suit into the evidence bag.

Without saying a word, Qian Zhemian found an elevator and went to the first floor.

Qin Yelan followed her without saying a word.

He knew Qianzhe Mian's temper. She didn't like to be disturbed when she was thinking about things.

"Professor Qian, have you discovered anything?" Seeing the two of them coming out one after another, Director Qin hurriedly came up to greet them.

"I have to go back for an autopsy to make a conclusion." Qianzhe Mian took off his gloves, mask and goggles, wiped his hands with alcohol, "Have the people from the trace examination department arrived?"

"Here we are, do you have anything to say?"

"Yes." Qian Zhemian nodded and looked at Qin Yelan, "Wait for me here. I'll come as soon as I go."

Qianzhe Mian looked around and soon found the head of the Trace Inspection Section who was putting on gloves and told him in a low voice the suspicion he had just discovered.

"Professor Qian, I understand." The section chief took out a small notebook and wrote down what Qian Zhemian said, "I'll go check it out right away. You can go back to the bureau for an autopsy first."

Qianzhe Mian nodded, turned and left.

"Mo Mo, I'm going to meet the victim's family later, do you want to come with me?" Qin Yelan asked expectantly.

"No, we need an autopsy." Qianzhe Mian's words were concise and to the point.

Qin Yelan touched his nose and snickered. His Mo Mo was always like this. Whenever her brain was running at high speed, she didn't like to talk, let alone see people. It was the same then, and it's the same now 18 years later.

The moment they walked out of the cordon, several reporters rushed up and surrounded her.

"Madam, why were you able to come out of the cordon? What are the identities of you and the man next to you?"

Qian Zhemian's thoughts were interrupted and he frowned displeased: "Get out."

"Ma'am, it's not good for you to say bad words right now, isn't it?" Several reporters saw the exclusives they were about to get fly away, with threats in their tone, "If you speak so rudely in front of the media, you are not afraid of a few reports. Was it not good for you?" Qian Zhemian's face turned cold, and just as he was about to say something, Qin Yelan pulled her behind him with piercing eyes: "Didn't you hear my fiancée tell you to get out?"

A man came from the side and saluted Qin Yelan and Qianzhemian respectfully: "Master, Miss Momo, I will shut up right now."

Qin Yelan nodded: "Hurry up, don't make Mo Mo upset."

Shuangchen took a step forward: "Everyone, if you don't want to survive in this industry, get out of here. Master Qin, you are not qualified to interview!"

As soon as the reporter heard the word "Qin", he ran away quickly.

"Professor Qian, I wonder if I have the qualifications to interview you?" A girl walked over from somewhere, carrying a camera and a microphone in her hand. "As Brother Qin's playmate since childhood, I think I should have Are you qualified?"

Qian Zhemian's thoughts were interrupted again and again, and his face became colder: "No."

"Professor Qian, I believe you have seen the scene and the deceased. What do you think? You know, as the youngest professor of forensic medicine in the empire, many of us admire you and hope to hear your opinion." Girls are reluctant to give up.

Qin Yelan wanted to drive her away, but his intuition made him feel that Qianzhe Mian could answer this question. Moreover, what he cared more about was the sentence "Brother Qin has been his playmate since childhood."

Having an extra playmate for no reason is... not good.

He made a gesture, Shuangchen understood and ran away in a hurry.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me say no?" Qianzhe Mian was preoccupied with two things. While thinking about the scars on the deceased's body, he answered casually, "Also, if you want to know my opinion, please wait until the case is closed. Looking at the police notice, if I say it now, it will only affect the police officers’ analysis and judgment of the case.”

The reporter was reluctant: "Professor Qian, I don't think you have no guesses. You are just guessing, and you can't say anything. Or is it that the so-called youngest professor in the empire is just a facade, and he is just holding the position?"

Qian Zhemian smiled and said with a smile: "You can't talk nonsense without seeking verification. This is my bottom line as a forensic doctor and my bottom line as a person. Reporter Wen, you are such a person..."

Reporter Wen's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his tone was gossipy: "What advice do you have?"

Qianzhe Mian shook his head: "As a reporter, what you have to do is to report the facts, not to lead the tempo and guide the rumors."

Her tone was indifferent, and her eyes were full of contempt: "You were like this 15 years ago, you were like this seven years ago, and you are still like this five years ago."

"You are really... forever young, always hot-blooded, never long-term memory, always setting the pace. People like you obviously run a marketing account, create eye-catching headlines, and publish things that seem to have a huge amount of information but actually contain no information at all. No video was conveyed.”

She concluded: "If you like to guide public opinion, I think a marketing account is more suitable for you."

After Qian Zhemian finished speaking, he nodded politely and looked at Qin Yelan: "Let's go."

Qin Yelan smiled gently: "Okay, let's go."

He turned to Shuangchen and said, "Please deal with that reporter cleanly. I don't want to see her in the Imperial City in the future."

Shuangchen whispered: "I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. Behind her is the Wen family, and she is the eldest lady of the Wen family."

Qian Zhemian raised his eyebrows: "Then keep it and settle the accounts together later. I have plenty of time to play with her."

Shuangchen looked at Qin Yelan, his eyes seemed troubled.

"Then just do what Mo Mo said and find something to do for the Wen family. This will save Miss Wen from worrying about other people's lives day by day."

Reporter Wen stood there, his face turning red and white, and he was extremely embarrassed.

As the little princess held in the palm of the entire Wen family, she was born to be pampered and pampered.She wanted to be a reporter, and the entire Wen family gave their full support. Everyone in the imperial city's wealthy families said that she was the best match for Qin Yelan. When did someone say this so unceremoniously?
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