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In the interrogation room, Lin Zhiyu was holding a cup of warm milk tea in her hand. Her expression was still not good, and she looked like she had lost her soul.

"Just now, the murderer took action again. In front of me, he smashed a woman's face..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu You hurriedly opened the door and came in, "Team Zhou, another faceless corpse appeared."

The third body...

Lin Zhiyu stood up suddenly, "The murderer is the medical professor! Go catch him!"

How could the body be thrown away so quickly?

"Who?"

Lin Zhiyu bit his lip and frowned, "I can't remember his name. It's Wu, Wu..."

A voice came from the door, "Wu Yi'an?"

Lin Zhiyu looked outside the door and saw Su Yan.

She nodded and confirmed: "Yes, it's him!"

Zhou Tingyun immediately arranged: "Jiang Nanxi, you take two people to take Wu Yi'an to the police station for questioning, and the rest of the people will follow me to the scene."

Lin Zhiyu followed, "I want to go too."

Zhou Tingyun paused for two seconds, and then said: "Let's go."

Su Yan followed Lin Zhiyu and sat behind the police car.

"Are you really sure it's Professor Wu?"

After a long while, Su Yan opened his mouth and confirmed again. He still didn't want to believe it.

Lin Zhiyu looked into his eyes and said, "I saw it with my own eyes. He killed someone just half an hour ago."

Su Yan was slightly stunned, "Half an hour ago?" He frowned, "Then you must have made a mistake. I just separated from him half an hour ago, and before that, Professor Wu had been discussing some academic reports with me and several other people. He had no time to commit crimes."

"Impossible." Lin Zhiyu's face changed a bit, but her tone was still very firm, "I can draw his face now! I believe what I saw is correct."

Su Yan's eyes darkened, he looked ahead and pinched his eyebrows with one hand.

He thought of the young man who spoke eloquently at the seminar. He had been interacting with Wu Yi'an for nearly three years, and Su Yan felt that it was unlikely that he would do such a cruel thing.

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