Shen Jiarui had dated many women, but he had never touched a woman's breasts at a murder scene.

He let go in a panic and at a loss, his handsome face flushed red.

Luo Wuyan slapped Shen Jiarui across the face: "You scoundrel!"

Then, he turned and left.

Standing there stunned, Shen Jiarui covered his face, which was stinging from the slap, feeling both aggrieved and wanting to curse.

"Why did he hit you?" Shen Jinmo asked with a stern face.

The Shen family has recently been getting slapped one after another, as if they've stirred up a hornet's nest.

"It's all your fault! I'm not short of women, so why did you push her into my arms?" Shen Jiarui glanced down at his burning hands and said resentfully.

"You said she's a woman?" Shen Jinmo raised his voice slightly in surprise, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"I personally authenticated it; it can't be fake," Shen Jiarui said confidently.

Having received an affirmative answer, Shen Jinmo's deep eyes once again turned to Lu Zhiwei, whose face was pale and haggard, in the ward.

A fleeting joy welled up in my heart.

He himself didn't realize it.

After saying goodbye to her grandmother's remains, Lu Zhiwei composed herself and walked out of the ward with red and swollen eyes.

Because the body needs to be sent for forensic autopsy, it cannot be directly transported by hearse to the funeral home for cremation.

Liu Changqing ordered his subordinates to evacuate all the onlookers.

They brought the nurse who was on duty at the time to Lu Zhiwei and said, "She witnessed what happened. Do you want to try to get some clues out of her?"

Liu Changqing knew that she wanted to catch the murderer as soon as possible, more than anyone else.

Lu Zhiwei roused herself and quickly got into work mode.

After coaxing the frightened Xia Wanying to sleep, Shen Jinmo stood alone at the door, wanting to find out about the investigation.

Lu Zhiwei took the paper and pen that Liu Changqing handed her.

The nurse was pale and looked uneasy. She hadn't recovered from the shock, and her voice trembled slightly in the wind.

“I…I heard a scream and rushed over from the duty room to check what was happening. There was thunder and lightning at the time, and the sanatorium’s power supply system tripped due to the power outage protection. I couldn’t see the situation in the ward very clearly, but I saw a tall, dark figure pounce on the bedside and pin the old lady down on the bed, tearing at her.”

"A shadowy figure? How tall is it? What's its build like?" Lu Zhiwei asked in a hoarse voice, her tone revealing urgency.

"Taller than an adult man, hairy, and can make strange noises; its arms are as thick as my thighs..."

The nurse also felt that what she was saying was getting more and more outrageous, and gradually lost her confidence.

"Go on." Lu Zhiwei was used to all sorts of strange cases. Even if the other party was talking about ghosts, she could recreate the image exactly as the other party remembered it.

That's what makes profilers so amazing.

About half an hour later.

Lu Zhiwei put down her pen.

She handed the drawing on the paper to Liu Changqing and the police officers behind him.

Out of curiosity about the case, Shen Jinmo walked behind the crowd and glanced at it.

Taking advantage of his height, he spotted the drawing on the paper at a glance.

That's not one person.

It is a black bear.

A few seconds later.

Shen Jinmo's pupils contracted, and his heart sank.

Liu Changqing held the painting, his face full of worry: "Miss Lu, you painted a black bear. How are we supposed to catch it? This sanatorium isn't in the jungle. Where would a black bear come from? We've checked all the surveillance cameras in the entire building and corridors. Let alone such a huge bear, we haven't even found a suspicious fly entering the old lady's room."

“The thunderstorms tonight are severe. The time from the power outage to restoration will be at least one to two minutes. The surveillance cameras won’t capture anything during those two minutes,” Lu Zhiwei solemnly reminded Liu Changqing.

"It's almost impossible for the murderer to walk up the stairs from downstairs to upstairs, kill someone, and escape undetected by surveillance cameras within two minutes. Even a bear couldn't move that fast," Liu Changqing said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Lu Zhiwei added, "Everyone in this building is a suspect. Or perhaps the murderer was already lurking in the building and didn't leave after the murder."

“We will investigate everyone in the building. In addition, after the forensic examination, we will check whether the scratch marks on your grandmother's wound match the black bear's paws and nails. All items at the scene will be sealed and used for fingerprint comparison. Wait for our news.”

Liu Changqing led his team away.

They took my grandmother's body with them.

The door to that ward was sealed with tape, and the main door was locked.

Everything returned to calm.

But Lu Zhiwei's heart could no longer find peace.

She brought her grandmother up to the third floor, thinking she was giving her the best conditions for recuperation.

The old man only enjoyed his happiness for less than a month before he passed away.

Even though the old lady always maintained a cheerful and optimistic attitude towards death.

Lu Zhiwei was ultimately unable to resolve this knot in her heart.

She crouched on the ground, tears streaming down her long eyelashes, the light from the corridor ceiling falling on her thin back.

Shen Jinmo was about to move over.

A black coat was draped over Lu Zhiwei's shoulders before he could.

His handsome, tall figure blocked the light from her head.

Lu Zhiwei wiped away her tears, slowly stood up, and met Zhou Yan's melancholy and pitying gaze.

"Are you alright?" He took a tissue and carefully handed it to her.

It was his mother, Ruan Qin, who told him that something had happened here.

I took leave from the film crew overnight and rushed over.

Fortunately, he arrived not too late.

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