"Yeah~"

The moment the sun shone on her eyes, the woman lying on the sofa in the living room in the villa wriggled for a while, as if she was worried that the light disturbed Qingmeng. Then, she opened her eyes a little bored, and after opening it, she quickly closed it.

Everyone has had this experience, that is, waking up when you are not awake is a pain, and your eyes that cannot be opened will never be as willing to see the world as if you have had enough rest.

"woke up?"

The sound of the weekend came into her ears, and then a warm smile appeared on her face. After lying on the sofa, she found a comfortable position in the twist, and did not answer anything.

Yoda.

On the weekend, he instantly judged who this woman was through the other party's actions. Only Yoda would lie there with such peace of mind after hearing her voice. Charlotte would probably show unprecedented fear and then bounce off the sofa.

"What time is it?"

Yoda asked with her eyes closed, deliberately curling one leg on the other, and she seemed to be able to feel her pajamas slowly sliding down...

“It’s still early.”

At this moment, Yoda opened her eyes. In front of her was a man sitting on the sofa looking at one end and thinking. His eyes didn't even stop on him. What was wrong?

Bee, bee, bee.

The phone number for the weekend rang at this moment. Yoda had just sat up and wanted to ask something, but at this moment, the phone number on the weekend was connected: "Hey?"

"Private, Preston is dead."

Preston!

This is a name that has not appeared in a long time. On the weekend, I didn’t expect that when I heard this name, the news of his death was followed: “How did I die?”

"Jump off the building."

Dylan's voice came from the phone, and no matter what, the cowardly person of Preston could not be connected to jumping off the building on the weekend: "We found him outside an abandoned factory in the suburbs of the city. The factory was about seven stories high and was very empty. It took about two hours to drive from the city to this point..."

It was the suburb again, which reminded the weekend of Justin's location when he died. A trace of association came into his mind, would it be...

"Zhou, the forensic doctor discovered that Preston was poisoned, but what specific toxin is still needed to be tested. Do you see?"

I couldn't figure out the weekend, how could a person who had chosen to jump off a building be poisoned? If I commit suicide, isn't the final result of death from poisoning and death from jumping off a building be the same?

"Tell the forensic and forensics personnel not to move the body first, and send your location screenshots to my phone using the positioning software. I'll go there now." After saying this, I picked up my suit on the weekend when I hadn't changed my clothes. The tie around my neck was still crooked. It was not until he walked to the door to change his shoes and opened the door with a "click" sound and stopped at the door.

That second, Weekend looked back and saw Yoda sitting up from the sofa and looking at herself with complicated eyes.

He smiled, trying to keep a hint of peace that makes people feel at ease. At the same time, Yoda was also responding to him with a slightly dry smile, obviously. They all wanted to use their smiles to reassure both sides.

Scream~

When he walked out of the villa on the weekend, he gently drove the door. As the door sounded, he, a star Los Angeles police detective, walked out of the door in a wrinkled shirt and tied, holding the suit that he had worn on the sofa all night last night.

...

Charlotte, the police killing case, the military-standard weapon outflow case, the world of the weekend has not been so messy, and he has no idea where his mind should be in. Whenever he thinks of something, another trouble will always appear to interrupt his thinking, but even so, he still rushed to the scene.

Squirt.

A factory building surrounded by walls stands in a sparsely populated area. This should be an abandoned factory building left by a large number of brands after the transformation of the United States' business, but this kind of factory building is difficult to be favored by real estate developers because of its remote geographical location.

"Zhou. Here."

After walking out of the parked car on the weekend, Dylan's voice had already come. At that time, Dylan and his partner were standing next to the body. The people in the forensic department had completed all the evidence collection steps and waited aside. The same was true for the forensic doctor. Because without the weekend, none of them dared to move the body easily.

I saw Preston lying in a pool of blood over the weekend. He was wearing a casual golf outfit, a blue T-shirt and beige pants, looking very leisurely, as if he had just finished playing golf.

After squatting on the weekend, this was the first doubt he found. After all, golf is not an sport that the working class can afford. Even with the current salary on the weekend, it may not be able to bear it. How could Preston, a policeman who was kicked off from the position of the Western Conference entrusted by the Western Conference?

After letting go of this idea, he began to look at Presdu's skin carefully on the weekend. He found that there were obvious spots that spread outward in Preston's body. This spot did not look like corpse spots, but was a bit like flaky spots formed after allergies, and even the color was the same... At this time on the weekend, he raised his head and turned his head to look at the forensic doctor. Poisoning was probably the only shortcoming in the knowledge of forensic knowledge on weekends.

"This is definitely not an ordinary toxin..." The forensic doctor knew that it was time for him to speak, so he leaned around the body and squatted down and said, "Police Officer Zhou, look."

The forensic doctor gently pinched Preston's hair with gloves and pulled it up without any force. The hair fell off directly along his fingers. The scalp was pulled up when it pulled the hair, as if it had already left the hair follicles, allowing the hair to leave from the scalp.

"From the time of death of the corpse, Preston should have died 4-6 hours ago, but no corpse in this world would have hair loss symptoms after jumping off a building and 6 hours of death. This is my initial doubt that the deceased was poisoned. As for how the poison was intoxicated and what toxins, I'm sorry, I can't give an accurate answer now, and this requires testing."

As he nodded over the weekend and continued to look at the body, the forensic doctor continued: "Preston was not attacked, at least he had no scars on his body."

Dylan also felt the trickyness of this matter and cursed: "From the position of jumping off the building, Preston should have jumped down by himself. If someone threw it down, his body with such a heavy weight would not be so far from the stairs. No one would use such a great force on the edge of the roof. This would cause the murderer to be imbalanced and might fall down with it. But if Preston jumped down by himself, how would the poison be explained? How did the murderer die? "

"It's really unlucky to encounter such a problem early in the morning!"

At this moment, the weekend finally spoke: "Go to the roof and take a look." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!