Chapter 1412： The devil is a girl (13)

Chapter 1412 The Devil King is a Girl (13)

Barely looking at Xia Ling, Bai Yanyan accepted her explanation.

She took money from Xia Ling and a bank card.

"What is the password?"

"Six 8s."

"Very good." Bai Yanyan whistled, her lips were bent, casual and handsome, "Let's go, my honest brother, today I will take you to see the world and see the world."

"Okay." Xia Ling's instinct was crooked, but she didn't say.

With her, Bai Yanyan went out of the community and waved a taxi.

During the day, the bar is closed, unless it is such a sensual place ...

Before going, Xia Ling also speculated whether there would be such a place in the heavens and earth, or an irregular ktv or something.

But after arriving, Xia Ling really opened his eyes.

——Laoxiangkou, the largest crematorium in city A.

Bai Yanyan led her to the funeral home attached to the old alleyway without taking her elsewhere.

This street sells picture circles and shrouds and coffins next to the storefront, and the wreaths and paper horses at the door are a bit taboo.

"What are we doing here?" Xia Ling followed behind Bai Yanyan, not knowing what medicine Bai Yanyan sold.

The old **** Bai Yanyan is here, "Work part-time, help the supervisor here clean up the body."

Xia Ling: "... I didn't give you money, why did you still work here?"

Bai Yanyan smiled mysteriously, "Who said that I came here for money."

Xia Ling smiled silently by her.

Follow Bai Yanyan in. The funeral hall's corridor is obviously colder than the outside. Bai Yanyan is a regular customer here. She found herself in a white coat, mask, and Xia Ling.

The two dressed in work clothes and followed Bai Yanyan into a funeral room.

There are numbers in this room. Each corpse is in front of a number plate, and behind the number plate, the ice coffin is hidden in the wall, and the corpses are in the box.

Walking inside, Bai Yanyan pulled away an ice box.

There was a pale woman's face in it.

The woman looked in her early thirties, with a noticeable scar on her brows, which looked like she had been injured by a blunt instrument. Now the wound has coagulated.

"Zhang Wanjuan?" Xia Ling knew the woman well, and immediately glanced at him to recognize him.

This memory does not come from her, but from Zhao Haoran.

Zhao Haoran is now a police officer in the Small Public Security Bureau of the A city.

Zhao Haoran was impressed with the recent cases in the city and could not be reached at his level, but these archives can be seen throughout the system.

Zhao Haoran was asked to help sort out the files before, so he was impressed by the brutal killing of his wife.

"Do you recognize that? Well. I didn't expect that our glorious people's policemen didn't eat dry rice in the public security system." Bai Yanyan put on her gloves skillfully, she looked at the woman's wound, and looked at her pupils carefully And neck.

On Zhang Wanjuan's neck, the lethal suffocation fingerprints had turned from the wound into a horrible bruise, looking at the traces of outward spread, and a little brown spots.

Xia Ling had never dealt with a corpse like this before.

But looking at it this way, Bai Yanyan's action of looking at the corpse was very old-fashioned, as if she could really understand something.

Isn't she scared at all?

"Bai Yanyan, you carried the body to look at the body, and the police knew it was going to be prosecuted." Xia Ling cautioned her.

"Look what is this?" Bai Yanyan threw away a card, which was a forensic medical investigation card.

(End of this chapter)