Forensic Medicine Qu Xiaoshui

Chapter 450 The Colored Wolf (7)

When he got to the car, he opened the door one step at a time, and waited for everyone to get in the car before continuing to talk about the gossip he had heard:
"This Huang Lang is very arrogant because he is a person from the head office. He likes to speak out when making decisions, and he doesn't listen to any suggestions that don't meet his wishes. He usually suppresses his subordinates and pretends to be meritorious. The female employees are very careless in their contact, and they always make some harassing behaviors."

Everyone exchanged a knowing look, and after hearing these words, they all understood how annoying Huang Lang is.

Ding Feng started the car, skipped some unreliable gossip, and asked, "Is there any other information worth noting?"

Detective A got stuck at the question, and it took him a long time to recall a piece of useful information:

"Not long ago, Huang Lang fired a manager who sent a protest email to the head office. It is said that he also spoke harshly to many companies in City B, saying that that person was suspected of embezzlement of the company's property."

This move is basically tantamount to ruining the prospect and future of the dismissed manager.

Ding Feng pointed at the steering wheel. He didn't know from whom he learned this habit. He pointed at the rhythm, and his mind was spinning fast:
"Have you asked?"

Detective A was taken aback by this thoughtless question: "What are you asking?"

Ding Feng took the time to glance at him, that look made the speaking detective A feel like a goose with an empty head.

Ding Feng sighed, I really don't know how Interpol A has been with him for so many years, there is no tacit understanding at all.

He had no choice but to ask more precisely: "Did you find out the name of the fired manager?"

Detective A embarrassedly scratched his sweat-soaked hair: "Well..."

Come on, needless to say, everyone understands that this is just listening to gossip and forgetting about business.

Ding Feng parked directly on the side of the road, opened the car door for Interpol A, and unbuckled his seat belt without the love of his colleagues:

"Go, if you can't find it, you don't have to go back to the bureau."

Detective A who was thrown on the side of the road took a pitiful mouthful of car exhaust, and could only look at the tail lights of Ding Feng's car as he drove away mercilessly.

weeping...

Just as he was in a daze, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang.

Seeing the call from Interpol B who was acting together, Interpol A happily picked up the phone.

He asked happily: "Has Team D changed his mind? Can I go back to the game now?"

Detective A, who thought he would be comforted, heard Ding Feng's gloomy voice coming from the receiver:
"What are you still doing in a daze! Why don't you investigate quickly?"

As if Ding Feng himself was watching, the criminal policeman who was thrown out of the car stretched his neck and looked around.

Ding Feng seemed to have guessed his actions, and the roar shook the policeman's eardrums to buzz:

"Stop looking around, go and investigate! Just run!"

"Yes!"

Detective A was sweating profusely while running under the big sun above his head, and at the same time hung up the phone in his hand in a hurry.

huh huh...

The captain is really getting more and more scary! ~
Detective Yi, who had been helping to hold the phone in the car, retracted the phone sheepishly, looked at Ding Feng's raised lips, and asked in a low voice:

"Is it appropriate to leave it to him alone?"

Ding Feng didn't speak, but Ding, the criminal policeman sitting next to him in the back seat, comforted him:
"No problem, don't look at him as nervous, he is definitely a good hand at asking gossip."

Detective A, who was looking up at the tall building in front of him, squinted his mouth aggrievedly, and walked in with a bag of milk tea that he was going to bribe the office staff.

Every policeman is busy with the clues in his hands.

In the office on the 13th floor, no one likes to smoke. Instead, the uninvited director Tang took a puff of cigarette irritably.

"I really didn't expect," he exhaled the white smoke, "he died of suffocation for unknown reasons."

Director Tang really didn't think this case was too complicated. He even thought that his brother-in-law died of an ordinary illness, and felt that asking the 13th floor to investigate could be regarded as an explanation to the old man at home.

He really didn't expect it to become like this.

Qu Xiaoshui walked over, stretched out his hand to extinguish his flaming smoke:

"Sorry, we have a lot of precision instruments here, no smoking."

Saying sorry, the action of snuffing out the cigarette in his hand was merciless and neat.

Seeing Director Tang touching the cigarette case in his pocket, Qu Xiaoshui smiled very kindly:
"Of course, if Director Tang is willing to help us replace the latest equipment, we are also very happy."

Director Tang remembered the prices of those instruments on the 13th floor, and broke out in a cold sweat.

This time he no longer dared to touch the cigarette case in his arms, not even the lighter.

He rubbed his hands, his tone weaker because of the huge amount of money that flashed in his mind:

"Can you be more specific? I don't quite understand your technical terms."

Seeing that Director Tang cooperated like this, and he was the family member of the deceased, Qu Xiaoshui still gave him some patience and explained:

"Huang Lang's cause of death was not suffocation caused by compression of the neck or obstruction of the mouth and nose, let alone suffocation death caused by obstruction of the airway or compression of the chest. We did not find any suspicious foreign matter residues in his nasal cavity and respiratory tract .”

Director Tang listened very seriously and nodded.

Seeing that he understood, Qu Xiaoshui continued, "It wasn't the above reasons that caused his death, it means that he died of suffocation due to lack of oxygen."

Director Tang frivolously touched the cigarette case again, this time he only dared to touch it, and dared not take out the cigarette again:

"But, for no reason, would a good living person be deprived of oxygen in the park?"

Yan Yuanye has been quietly paying attention to the conversation here, and when he heard this, he slapped the table excitedly:
"I see!"

Seeing everyone's attention focused, Yan Yuanye puffed out his chest proudly:
"Huang Lang actually committed suicide, right?!"

"Suicide?" Jiang Yue didn't even know where this conclusion came from.

Yan Yuanye nodded, and raised his chin confidently:
"That's right, maybe he just held his breath and suffocated himself to death."

Hypoxic, naturally unable to breathe oxygen.

"Cut~"

There were neat chirping sounds in the office almost at the same time, making Yan Yuanye feel like he was on Mount Everest, and the silence was extremely cold.

"Don't underestimate people's will, as long as you are determined and ruthless, you can do it even if the chance is very small." Yan Yuanye argued unconvinced.

Seeing everyone lowered their heads and busy with their work, Yan Yuanye flattened his mouth: "Isn't it said that the domestic employment situation and economic situation are sluggish recently? Maybe Huang Lang felt that the pressure of survival was too great, and he had the courage and courage to commit suicide. determination."

Bai Li rubbed her sore neck, and put on the cap of the pen carefully.

　grateful.A smile in a sunny day, 10 monthly tickets generously cast

　　The sense of happiness is overwhelming
　　Haha, the little angel has occupied No.1 in my active readers list as always,
　　Haven't wavered for a long time,

　　crab crab ('ω')
　　
　
(End of this chapter)