Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 135 There was a third person present.

At the end of the corridor, the setting sun shone through the window onto the floor, but it failed to dispel the gloom in the corridor.

Qi Feng and the other police officers were questioning students from several dormitories nearby.

"May I ask your name?" Su Miaoyi, who was in charge of taking notes, asked Shen Shilan.

Shen Shilan kept looking at her: "Shen Shilan is Wen Zhuoyu and Guan Yang's graduate advisor."

Su Miaoyi wrote down her name.

"When was the last time you saw them?" Su Miaoyi asked.

Shen Shilan thought for a moment and said, "It was three days ago in the morning. Two days ago, they sent me their research topic."

She took out her phone and looked up their WeChat contacts.

I did send her a message two days ago.

One morning and one afternoon.

"What's their relationship like usually?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“I feel that their relationship is still quite good. They’ve been coming to see me together lately,” Shen Shilan said.

"Are there any projects you're competing for recently?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

“I only supervised these two graduate students, and I provided them with relatively fair resources. There might be some competition, but I don’t think it should be to this extent,” Shen Shilan said.

Su Miaoyi took notes.

Zhuang Yanzheng then asked, "Aunt Shen, how much do you know about their interpersonal relationships? You can tell me about anyone you can think of."

Shen Shilan glanced at Su Miaoyi, then thought for a moment and said, "Wen Zhuoyu has a girlfriend who is in medical school. I don't know her name, and I've never met her, I've only heard about her."

"As you know, we professors like to introduce potential partners to our students when we have free time. So we know quite a bit about their relationship status. Guan Yang is single. I don't know much about the others."

"Have you noticed anything unusual about the two of them lately?" Su Miaoyi asked.

Shen Shilan looked at her and shook her head: "I didn't feel anything."

Su Miaoyi nodded.

Seeing that he had asked enough questions, Zhuang Yanzheng decided to go to the medical school to ask Wen Zhuoyu's girlfriend: "Aunt Shen, is there anything else?"

“Contact me anytime,” Shen Shilan said.

After that, Zhuang Yanzheng and Su Miaoyi went to the medical school.

After inquiring around at the medical school, I learned that Wen Zhuoyu's girlfriend's name was Lu Qiaoqiao.

It's the girl in that group photo in the dorm.

However, I did not see her.

Her advisor said that something had happened at home, and she had taken two weeks off and had not yet returned.

Her family is from Jiangcheng.

Zhuang Yanzheng checked her leave information; she had three more days.

Then Zhuang Yanzheng and Su Miaoyi asked Lu Qiaoqiao's fellow students and mentors to learn more about her.

I returned to the Municipal Bureau.

Su Miaoyi followed Yan Cheng to the dissection room first.

Yan Cheng performed the autopsy, with Su Miaoyi and his assistant assisting him.

Su Miaoyi tried to see something through the wound, but she couldn't see anything.

"Judging from the livor mortis, the body was moved during the livor mortis accumulation period," Yan Cheng said. "Wen Zhuoyu's back wound, which hit right in the back of his heart, did not bleed much and his vital signs were not obvious, indicating that it was a post-mortem injury."

"The time of death was approximately nineteen hours ago." Yan Cheng determined the more accurate time of death through an autopsy.

“There was a third person present,” Su Miaoyi said.

Yan Cheng nodded: "Both Wen Zhuoyu and Guan Yang had two stab wounds to their abdomens that pierced their livers. The killer's method was very precise. It doesn't seem like an accidental stab to the liver; it's more like it was intentional. Moreover, apart from the extra stab wound on Wen Zhuoyu's abdomen, the other wounds on the two corpses are in very similar locations."

This was also something he hesitated to say at the scene.

"A medical student?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"We can investigate in this direction," Yan Cheng said.

“Xingrou and I found traces of blood in the sink in their dormitory,” Su Miaoyi said. “It’s very likely that the murderer washed the blood off their hands before leaving the dormitory.” “Xingrou also smelled a bit of hydrogen peroxide, but she wasn’t sure,” Su Miaoyi said. “I didn’t smell it.”

"You mean you used hydrogen peroxide to clean the bloodstains? To avoid the luminol reaction?" Yan Cheng asked.

The occult blood blue light reagent is based on a luminol formula with added patented additives and undergoes special processing.

The occult blood blue light reagent has a very high detection sensitivity.

Su Miaoyi nodded: "There are traces of blood in the sink, as well as traces of blood that have been washed away."

"Judging from the wounds, Wen Zhuoyu and Guan Yang did not put up any resistance," Yan Cheng said.

"Was the person in an unconscious state?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"Very likely," Yan Cheng said. "We'll have to wait for the test results."

It was quite late when I came out of the dissection room.

The cafeteria is already closed.

Su Miaoyi and the others had no choice but to eat instant noodles.

Zhuang Yanzheng, Qi Feng, and Chu Xingrou met with the deceased's family at the police station and have been busy with investigations, interviews, and inquiries ever since.

Several people sat in a row eating instant noodles and sorting out the case.

“Lu Qiaoqiao’s father passed away, so she took leave and returned to Jiangcheng,” Zhuang Yanzheng said. “But her family said that she left home five days ago.”

"In Jinghai?" Su Miaoyi asked.

"We haven't found anything yet," Zhuang Yanzheng said. "There's no information about flights, high-speed trains, or any spending records. We don't know where he/she went for the time being. His/her cell phone is switched off. We're still trying to contact him/her."

"We've asked around the area near the school, but no one has found a fruit knife like the murder weapon," Chu Xingrou said. "The source is still under investigation."

The discussion has reached a dead end.

The group suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Qi Feng said, "Beef noodles are still the best. This is not good."

"Give it to me if it's not good," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Qi Feng picked up the instant noodle cup and shoveled the noodles into his mouth in a few mouthfuls, even drinking the soup clean: "It's gone."

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at him and said, "Is this how you eat?"

“Let’s not talk about each other,” Yan Cheng said.

Su Miaoyi glanced at Zhuang Yanzheng, and then finished her meal in a few bites.

She quickened her pace, and after finishing her meal, she suddenly asked, "Are you very familiar with that Professor Shen Shilan?"

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her, paused, and said, "Aunt Shen Yanzhou."

"Oh." Su Miaoyi nodded. "Now that you mention it, Shen Yanzhou's features do resemble hers a bit."

“The nephew looks like his aunt,” Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi nodded again, then suddenly seemed to remember something and gasped, "Shen Yanzhou's aunt, isn't that Director Qin's wife?!"

Zhuang Yanzheng was startled by her.

Several people were looking at her.

“No wonder, just standing there, I could tell she had an extraordinary air about her. She doesn’t look like Shen Yanzhou’s aunt at all; I think she’s Shen Yanzhou’s older sister,” Su Miaoyi suddenly said. “Young and beautiful, gentle yet dignified, she’s simply a masterpiece created by the goddess Nuwa!”

Zhuang Yanzheng looked at her: "Who are you trying to flatter?"

"I'm just practicing," Su Miaoyi said. "If I practice until I'm more familiar with it, I'll be able to say it fluently next time we meet."

"Then I saw that you, you little girl, are all talk and no action, and you're clearly not the kind of person who gets things done, so I just dropped you."

Su Miaoyi looked at him and said, "Stop talking, it's unpleasant to hear."

"You're even giving orders to your captain now," Zhuang Yanzheng said, standing up. "Everyone's full, get back to work."

　Let's keep it to two chapters.

　　I couldn't write more, sigh—

　　good night
　　(End of this chapter)