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Zhou Tingyun squinted his eyes, "From what you say, do you want to see what the first two victims looked like?"

Lin Zhiyu pursed his lips and looked at Zhou Tingyun with blinking eyes, "Is that okay?"

"No, this is a rule."

Zhou Tingyun refused, paused, and then said, "Don't you want to draw the victim you saw? Draw it and I will tell you whether it is one of the first two victims."

Lin Zhiyu curled his lips, picked up a pencil and began to quickly outline the outline.

Zhou Tingyun went to the observation room nearby. He stood next to the one-way mirror, observing inside and asking about Wu Yi'an's situation.

It seems very peaceful at the moment, and I can answer whatever I ask.

Zhou Tingyun frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong.

Wu Yi'an's reaction was too calm.

This type of person either has a really clear conscience and extraordinary courage, or they are extremely confident...confidence in their own criminal abilities.

"Team Zhou, this is Wu Yi'an's information."

Zhong Jiamu handed the newly printed information to Zhou Tingyun.

While Zhou Tingyun was flipping through the pages, Zhong Jiamu also gave a brief summary:

"Wu Yi'an, 37 years old, divorced and childless, his parents both fell ill and passed away a few years ago. He usually lives alone and seldom communicates..."

Zhou Tingyun's hand while turning the page suddenly stopped, and he looked steadily at a column of notes.

"Twins..."

It says that Wu Yi'an also had a twin brother, but he died of a serious illness when he was five years old.

Jiang Nanxi, who was asking, heard Zhou Tingyun's voice coming from the earphones——

"Ask for information about his brother."

Hearing Jiang Nanxi's question, Wu Yi'an looked slightly startled, "My brother? He died when he was five years old. What case is related to my dead brother?"

Jiang Nanxi did not answer his question, but asked: "Burial?"

"Yeah."

"By the way," Jiang Nanxi asked another question, "What's the degree of your eyes?"

"About 500 degrees."

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