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  Lin Yuan rushed out and saw Xia Zhu holding the child in one arm, with a solemn expression asking: "Who gave this to you?"

  The little boy was so scared that he almost cried, Lin Yuanxiao strode over with big steps, pulled Xia Zhu to his side and grabbed the little boy's collar with one hand: "Speak."

  His voice was as cold as frost, and the little boy swallowed his cry back.

  The little guy opened his eyes wide and stared at Lin Yuanqie, sobbing quietly.

  Lin Yuan's expression was somewhat impatient, he stared at the little boy for a while: "If you don't say it, then I'll tell you, he was slender, wearing a hood, looking sneaky, and handed you this thing along with a candy, just asking you to hand it over to this sister, right?"

  "Hmm..." The little boy nodded vigorously, obviously admiring Lin Yuan very much.

  "Can you describe what he looks like?" Lin Yuan asked, looking at the boy's bewildered expression and added, "He is very ordinary, no different from most boys on the street."

  The little boy hesitated for a moment: "Uh, I guess so."

  "So..." Xia Zhu asked softly: "Are you afraid of him?"

  This time the boy reacted quickly, he shook his head and even smiled slightly: "Not afraid."

  "What's this?" Xia Zhu held up the glass bottle in her hand.

  The little boy stared at Xia Zhu for a while and asked in confusion: "Isn't this fake?"

  Lin Yuanqi let out a snort, just about to say something sarcastic when Xia Zhu laughed and patted the little guy's head, saying: "Hmm, he only didn't lie to you about this one thing. Go ahead."

  "Oh... and," the little boy looked up at Xia Zhu, his expression seeming somewhat hesitant.

  Xia Zhu looked at Lin Yuan and then turned back to the little boy: "You said, don't be afraid."

  "Hmm..." The little boy blinked: "He told me to hand it over to an auntie wearing blue clothes."

  Xia Zhuang silently lowered his head and looked at himself, then gazed up at the sky.

  Forget it, it's not good to see a child like that. The little boy walked out for a long time, and Xia Zhu looked at Lin Yuanxiao beside him with a shrug: "Well, uncle, I think we can go now."

  Lin Yuanxi: "......" still quite resentful.

  "After a long silence, he suddenly furrowed his brow and opened his mouth: 'If there's a next time.'"

  "There won't be a next time, sorry." Xia Zhu apologized neatly.

  She looked at him with curved eyebrows and eyes, her fingers lightly touching his hem: "Sorry."

  There aren't many people who can make Lin Yuanxi worry, and he might be the first one; even if it's not something worth being proud of, being able to be on someone's mind is still something that should be cherished.

  Lin Yuanxi seemed to be somewhat unexpected, he looked at Xia Zhu for a while, silently turned his head away, his fingers grasped the tip of Xia Zhu's finger, finally forming an arc with their ten fingers intertwined: "Let's go."

  Shengyuan felt like he was going crazy recently, not because of anything else, but because of that pile of messy corpses and the people who often came uninvited.

  The forensic room in the Major Crimes Unit was a forbidden zone because it was bloody and terrifying, and almost no one dared to approach.

  Unfortunately, Xia Zhu and Lin Yuanli came down, so the morgue suddenly became a tourist destination. Of course, this was just Shengyuan's feeling.

  "So... what brings you two here again this time?" Sheng Yuan stared at them with a dark and gloomy gaze.

  Lin Yuan held the eyeball in his hand with an expressionless face: "Send it for examination and see if it can match any of the corpses."

  "Let it go," Sheng Yuan took off his bloody gloves and rubbed his eyebrows, "I want to ask you something."

  Lin Yuanxu looked at him with an unbelievable gaze, and only after a long while did he manage to squeeze out a sentence: "Thank you."

  Shengyuan felt like he was about to go crazy: "It's not this matter!"

  "Oh?" Lin Yuanxiao's gaze this time seemed more like he was looking at a mental patient.

  "Next time you come in, remember to knock." Sheng Yuan said quietly.

  "I thought forensic doctors wouldn't be afraid..." Xia Zhu's words had just left her mouth when she reacted as if she had said something wrong, and hastily corrected herself: "Sorry, Senior Sheng Yuan."

  Shengyuan waved his hand: "Next time don't be so polite, we're familiar with each other now, just call me Shengyuan, or if you must, Big Brother Sheng..."

  "Call him Shengyuan senior or Little Sheng."

  Shengyuan: "...... avenging personal grievances doesn't include bringing you along! See you off!"

  "Hey? What's going on between you two?"

  Lin Yuan rubbed his eyebrows: "Nothing."

  Shengyuan had already pushed the two out with a dark face: "If there's any news, I'll let you know, thank you!"

  Xia Zhu lost her smile, and she and Lin Yuanli were blocked outside the door, looking at each other in dismay. After a while, she burst out laughing: "I think you get along pretty well with them."

  "It's nothing," Lin Yuan said calmly: "Now, at this very moment, it's highly likely that another murder is taking place somewhere."

  Xia Zhu looked up at Lin Yuanke, whose eyebrows were very attractive, with a kind of masculine hardness that was both rugged and intimate. Was there any distance between them? Xia Zhu gazed up at the sky, feeling that no more words were needed.

  This path is bitter, I knew it when I was studying with Professor Lin Qing. Every day, we have to face death and blood, and exploring people's psychology is painful. Because everyone has their own journey, if you don't experience it yourself, you can never truly understand others' inner world. It's precisely because of this that every psychologist has many stories hidden in their heart, like a painting, secretly stored in the depths of their soul, colorful and dazzling, but only appreciated by oneself.

  So much joy and pain, so much desperate despair and struggle, can't be expressed in words.

  Professor Lin Qingzhi once said to Xia Zhu: "It's precisely because I've been through so much that I hope you can have someone to accompany you, so the road won't be so hard to walk."

  "What I've been through..." Xia Zhu muttered.

  "What's wrong?" Lin Yuanxi turned his head and asked her.

  Xia Zhu rarely furrowed her brow, but at this moment, she looked solemn and muttered repeatedly: "What has Professor Lin Qingzhi been through? He keeps his past a secret, and we can't get to know him through side writing, but..."

  Lin Yuanxi looked at Xia Zhu and said after a long while: "You guys feel something is off."

  "The professor has no family, or rather, he never mentions his family." Xia Zhu said firmly.

  "Please ask your captain to help me investigate a person, the psychology expert Lin Qingzhi. Investigate all his past, family and any social relationships that can be found." Lin Yuanxiao grabbed a member of the serious crimes unit and instructed him.

  The team member was obviously a fan of Lin Yuanlie, and his eyes lit up as he immediately ran away.

  At that time, Zou Mu Yuan was frowning and looking at something on the table: "Who sent this?"

  The gatekeeper of the police station shook his head in confusion: "I don't know, we checked the address and name and everything was correct, and there were no explosives inside so we let it in."

  "There's my police ID number on this, obviously an insider," Zou Mingyuan said as he cut open the package. As soon as he held what was inside in his hand, his expression turned solemn: "Is this a threatening letter?"

  European-style envelope, on which was a wax seal. When Zou Mianyuan asked the appraiser to carefully remove the seal, the people who were holding their breath finally saw the contents inside. It was a thin sheet of letter paper, and the content was even simpler -

  “I’mback.LY”

  I'm back.

  The author has something to say: Thank you, happy, and thanks for the support of the Petunia fans!

  It's getting more and more confusing here! This is a arrogant prisoner, and...

  Give some wax to Shengyuan classmate...

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