Chapter 117 Shoot a Shot in My Heart (4)

The girl who died last night was a student at the School of Foreign Languages ​​at University A. She was very beautiful.

This is a serial murder case.

This is the third person to die.

She was found hanging in the classroom with a large cut on her wrist and died of blood loss.

What's weird is that her face was painted with delicate makeup and she was wearing a white dress. The state of death was not terrifying, and even had a shocking beauty.

The police in City A were devastated, and the surveillance at the crime scene was destroyed for some reason, and they had no way to start.

That's why Fu Yue was called.

...

Holding a book in her hand, she walked around the corner of the stairs, Fu Yue looked down at the book in her hand, and the corners of her light red lips evoked a mocking arc.

Criminal law in general?

The principal arranged for her to teach in the Department of Law, euphemistically saying that this is Police Officer Fu, your old line of work, and it is also handy to teach.

Then, one didn't pay attention and almost bumped into an oncoming girl.

Because of the body's instinctive reaction, Fu Yue dodged in a flash, but the girl suddenly fell to the ground.

He Nian fell to the ground, his ankle seemed to be scratched a little, and a bit of pain flashed on his delicate and fair face.

A slender porcelain-white hand stretched out in front of her, "Are you alright."

The cool and pleasant voice sounded, low and sweet.

He Nian was stunned, raised his eyes, and looked at the person opposite.

A startled glance.

Then, it was full of surprises.

The person on the opposite side, wearing the simplest white shirt and black trousers, is obviously a girl, but the clean and unrestrained look between his eyebrows is inexplicable.

The eyebrows are deep, and the lips are light red.

The gold-wire glasses on the bridge of her nose added a bit of bookish air to her.

He Nian stared blankly, then stretched out his hand, letting Fu Yue pull her up.

The cold and beautiful police officer glanced at her, and then said softly, "You are injured, do you want me to accompany you to the infirmary?"

He Nian seemed to come back to his senses instantly, she withdrew her hand and shook her head quickly: "No, it's just a little scratch."

After saying this, she ran away without waiting for Fu Yue's answer.

The beautiful police officer didn't catch up, she just looked at the direction He Nian ran away, her indifferent eyes stopped, and she looked thoughtful.

that girl...

Looking back, he bent down to pick up the book that had just fallen on the ground, and Fu Yue walked slowly towards the classroom.

...

open the door.

See the classroom full of students, and the young professor standing on the podium.

Everyone's eyes turned towards Fu Yue.

The cold and beautiful police officer was slightly startled.

Oh, the wrong classroom.

But she was still indifferent and gentle, her light red lips parted lightly: "Sorry, I went to the wrong classroom."

Then, she raised her hand and closed the door, walked slowly, and walked away.

The police officer Fu practiced a reason.

As long as I'm calm enough, embarrassment won't catch up to me.

...

But she was stopped.

A young man's voice sounded from behind. It was very unfamiliar, and it sounded very gentle, like the fine snow melting on the green branches in early spring, with a low magnetic voice in the voice.

"Students, please stay."

The cold and beautiful police officer stopped, raised his narrow and sharp eyebrows slightly, and turned around.

Come into view.

A very...beautiful man, yes, just beautiful.

The appearance is exquisite like a jade carving, but it does not show the beauty of femininity.

Oh, it's the professor in that classroom just now.

Jiang Xu smiled at Fu Yue, her glass-like eyes were clear and spotless.

He spoke again: "Classmate, are you a student in class xx?"

The man's light-colored pupils are like a calm lake, against the light gold of the fine sunlight. He is wearing a snow-white sweater, with a gentle and meticulous appearance.

Don't worry, the male protagonist is not the murderer, that's too cruel

I will try not to abuse mud cute (dog head)

I found out that if I don't ask for a ticket, Nimeng won't give it to me, see you tonight