Song Yun, a modern inheritor of ancient medical practices, accidentally transmigrates to the year 1973, becoming an unlucky girl unloved by her father and ignored by her mother.
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Seeing the dates marked on them, some of them were more than two months old. Song Yun asked Hu Guangming not to take out the evidence yet, and to take it out when needed, so as to prevent the remaining smell from dissipating.
Song Yun met the suspect Hu Guangming mentioned outside the interrogation room of the Xi'an Bureau, and finally understood Hu Guangming's intuition. It was a man in his early thirties, who sat quietly in the interrogation chair without saying a word, but exuded an evil nature from head to toe. The way he looked at people, the faint smile on the corners of his lips, his hands casually placed on the table, his toes tapping in rhythm, and even his hair were all so meticulous that it made people's scalps numb. This was the image he maintained throughout the twenty hours he spent in this interrogation room.
It is impossible for a normal person to do this.
This person is definitely not normal, maybe even a super pervert.
Hu Guangming said, "We still have four hours left. If we can't find evidence to prove his suspicion, he will be able to walk out of the Public Security Bureau safely, and the clues we have been pursuing for three months will be completely cut off."
Song Yun nodded. "I understand. Take Huibao inside and let him smell his scent first. Then take him around where he usually hangs out and see if he can find anything."
Hu Guangming invited Huibao into the interrogation room and he squatted at Song Yun's feet, not moving at all. He didn't even look at Hu Guangming, arrogant and indifferent.
Hu Guangming was helpless and looked at Song Yun, "Your gray baby only recognizes you, I won't move."
Song Yun was also helpless, and was afraid that Huibao would be too resistant to outsiders and something unexpected might happen, so she simply took Huibao and Hu Guangming into the interrogation room herself.
Song Yun walked into the interrogation room. The man who had been sitting in the interrogation chair in the same posture for twenty hours finally changed. His eyes were fixed on Song Yun, first looking at her face, then her neck, chest, waist, legs, and looking down inch by inch, as if he was appreciating some rare masterpiece.
Song Yun seemed to be very disgusted with such a gaze, "Turn your head away." Song Yun's voice was calm, but it carried an unquestionable deterrent.
But the man seemed not to hear. After he finished looking at Song Yun's feet, he raised his head and looked up at Song Yun's face. There was a light in his eyes, but it was not the kind of light that made people happy.
"Since you've come up to me, what's wrong with me looking at you twice? It's not too much, right?" The man curled his lips and smiled lightly, not at all intimidated by Song Yun's aura.
Song Yun smiled and said, "Indeed, you are a human being with eyes and you have the right to judge people." Then she looked at Huibao.
Huibao was looking at Song Yun. Somehow, he understood what Song Yun meant. Or maybe he also hated this weirdo who was disrespectful to his master.
Huibao opened his mouth and bit the man's leg.
The man cried out miserably, and the elegant appearance he had maintained till now could no longer be maintained, and he began to scream.
Huibao retreated after biting, with some blood still on the corner of his mouth. Song Yun took out a handkerchief to help Huibao wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said softly, "My dear Huibao, some people's blood may be poisonous. Don't eat it."
Hu Guangming stood aside in amazement. How could it be done this way?
The man hugged his leg and was about to accuse Song Yun of letting the dog commit the crime when he heard Song Yun say, "It was born a dog. Biting dirty things is its hobby. As its owner, I sometimes can't control it. But don't worry, I will pay for the medical expenses of your leg injury. I won't let you suffer this injury again."
The man listened and suddenly laughed. The look in his eyes when he looked at Song Yun became more and more abnormal. "Very, very."
Song Yun shrugged and walked out of the interrogation room with Huibao, and Hu Guangming followed.
"Let's go, we don't have much time. If this pervert is released, who knows how many people will suffer."
Hu Guangming brought two team members and drove out on two sidecar motorcycles.