Mo Xiaoqing couldn't accept this fact. She stared back at Liu Xiaobo blankly, trying to find a hint of teasing in his eyes, but she couldn't find it.

She felt that she couldn't bear the anger in her heart any longer. Li Tianla was really extremely hateful! Did he want to destroy all the beauty around Xu Yao?

Mo Xiaoqing once had a conversation with Li Tianfeng, in which Li Tianfeng mentioned, "Xu Yao loves you so much, and you like him too."

Although Mo Xiaoqing didn't dare to ask Xu Yao directly about his feelings for her, some things could be felt even without saying it.

From Xu Yao's anxious search for her just now, and from the worry in his eyes, it can be seen that Xu Yao definitely has feelings for her.

Finally, Mo Xiaoqing began to understand a little bit, why those whom Xu Yao loved and those whom he liked, all had bad endings.

She also understood why she was wearing this damn collar around her neck? Because according to Li Tianla's idea, Xu Yao liked her, so she would not have a good ending like those of Xu Yao's ex-girlfriends.

Mo Xiaoqing was thinking: Could it be that Xu Yao had already guessed the intention of the person behind the scenes a long time ago, so he wanted to break up with her for no apparent reason?

If Xu Yao only pretended that he didn't care about Mo Xiaoqing, he could have let her escape the disaster and live in peace and happiness?

Thinking of this, Mo Xiaoqing couldn't help but burst into tears.

Xu Yao, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, "Let's go to the forensic autopsy room now. Liu Xiaobo, take a few people to the crime scene where Deputy Director He was shot, and search carefully for clues again. You

must be extremely careful!"

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The first sunny day after winter, the weather was great, everything was revived, and everything seemed so pure and full of life.

The forensic autopsy room on the fourth floor of the Criminal Police Building of the Municipal Bureau.

The door suddenly opened, and Lin Yalin came out and saw two people in the corridor.

Xu Yao sat on the bench in a daze, the scars on his body had not been treated, bloodstained, and his face was mixed with blood and bruises.

He stared at the ground under his feet, his fingers curled up on his knees, like a clay sculpture, motionless.

Beside him, Mo Xiaoqing sat there quietly, her eyes revealing concern, looking at Xu Yao with concern without blinking.

Lin Yalin walked over and said, "Xu Yao, you can go in."

Suddenly, Lin Yalin felt that she was at a loss for words and couldn't find any words to comfort Xu Yao. She just patted Xu Yao on the shoulder. After a

few seconds, Xu Yao slowly raised his head and stared at Lin Yaling woodenly, as if he didn't know her at all. His eyes were empty, as if his thoughts were not in this world at all.

Lin Yalin said again, "Go in. Go see him."

Xu Yao's eyes moved, hesitantly. There was no color in his pupils. He stood up tremblingly at first. As soon as he straightened up, his feet went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Mo Xiaoqing quickly reached out to grab Xu Yao's arm, but Lin Yalin had already grabbed Xu Yao's arm and was pulling his body hard.

Mo Xiaoqing gave up her seat silently with a gloomy look on her face, and let Lin Yalin accompany Xu Yao into the autopsy room. She also knew what to do and didn't follow them in, silently watching the door being closed again.

Mo Xiaoqing knew that at this juncture, Lin Yalin was more suitable to stay with Xu Yao than her.

As for He Shenming's feelings, Mo Xiaoqing naturally knew that Lin Yalin and Xu Yao had a much deeper relationship than she did.

The room was quiet. Xiao Zheng, Lin Yalin's assistant, who had just finished work, took off his gloves and stood casually in the corner. After seeing Xu Yao and the others coming, Xiao Zheng walked over and nodded to Xu Yao.

Xiao Zheng pursed his lips but still said, "Captain Xu, we have completed the autopsy. Judging from all the signs at the scene, plus the autopsy data, there is no possibility that Deputy Director He was killed by him. There are no bruises on his body, which means that he did not fight before his death."

Lin Yalin continued Xiao Zheng's words, "Xu Yao, I will make a conclusion that you may not be able to accept, but I can only seek truth from facts. Using my professional qualities and the most professional vision from so many years of working as a forensic doctor to judge this matter, Deputy Director He shot himself with a pistol."

Xu Yao seemed to be unable to hear what they said at all. He just looked intently at the body lying quietly on the dissection table covered with a white sheet.

"What did you say? Are you saying that my master committed suicide with a pistol?

He hurriedly ran to the scene following the location of my cell phone, then took out his pistol and shot himself in the head. You want to tell me this conclusion?

Don't you agree?

Don't you think of such a stupid conclusion with your brains?" Xu Yao suddenly began to roar loudly.

Lin Yalin knew that Xu Yao simply could not accept this fact, "Xu Yao, I know you are also confused, and so am I.

I have received a report from the Trace Team. There are indeed only Deputy Director He's own fingerprints on the pistol.

Judging from the degree of damage caused by the bullet in the body, the shooting angle and distance are consistent with Deputy Director He holding the gun himself.

From various clues, it is clear that it was Deputy Director He who held the pistol and fired."

In order to ease the atmosphere, Lin Yalin said to Xu Yao dejectedly, "But toxicology analysis has not been done yet. This is just a preliminary test.

Xu Yao, let's not discuss this matter for now. Why don't you go in and see your master."

Xu Yao stood there for a while, slowly broke free from Lin Yalin's hand, and staggered forward.

A corpse was lying quietly on its back on the cold stainless steel table, covered from head to toe with a white sheet, but still showing a little bit of black-brown hair with some silver threads.

Xu Yao hung his head, staring blankly. He turned his head and looked at Lin Yalin painfully, as if expecting any of them to tell him that this was just a dream, not reality.

But no one spoke, Xu Yao stood there for a while and then slowly walked to the dissection table.

Lin Yalin walked to his side, put her right hand on Xu Yao's shoulder, and squeezed it with her hand, as if she wanted to give Xu Yao some courage.

Xu Yao turned to face the dissection table again, raised one hand and held it in the air for a few seconds, then gently opened the white cloth bag.

He Shenming's pale face was revealed.

His eyes were tightly closed, and now upon closer inspection, his face was already covered with wrinkles. Xu Yao then realized that his master had been slowly aging without him noticing.

He Shenming's face was calm at this time, as if he was just immersed in a dreamless sleep.

Only when he looked closely at his left temple and saw a deep red muzzle of a gun, did Xu Yao come back to reality from his dream.

He Shenming was not asleep, but the bullet that pierced his brain took his life.

Xu Yao's breathing began to become rapid and his whole body was shaking. Lin Yalin hurriedly supported him and used her other hand to pull the white sheet, trying to cover He Shenming's face.