The policeman controlled himself and tried his best to keep a smile and said, "I don't mean to threaten, but what I meant is the fact. Is the past you don't want to mention related to the yellow butterfly flowers? You can forget, you can't care, but he can't!"

"Yellow butterfly flower!"

Hearing this, the old screenwriter relaxed his hands with his close force. He seemed to have become a different person. His anger dimmed in his pupils, and he turned around and walked into the room.

The policeman followed the old screenwriter into the villa and closed the door. In front of him was a small champagne-colored entrance hall. There were only two shoe racks, one big and one small, in the entrance hall, which looked no different from those of ordinary people.

This is the home of the policeman's lover, so he was very relaxed. After changing out his leather shoes, he took a step further. He did not have the large living room he imagined, but was divided into two parts.

When the guards and the others walked around the side of the car, the two of them didn't dare to go any further. The scene inside the pickup truck made them get goosebumps all over, and the waiter almost vomited.

He seemed to have reacted at this time, and took out his cell phone with trembling hands and called the police. The airport guard in his fifties was completely stunned on the spot, as if he was a doll who had lost his soul.

Among the three, Yun Yeyao was not in a mess. He controlled his pounding heart and left the inside of the pickup truck bit by bit, trying not to destroy the murder scene, but blood was inevitable.

The scene in the car can be described as a terrible sight. The person lying inside does not look like a human at first glance, but like a huge canned tomato sauce. His fat upper body is completely curled up, one hand and arm are huddled in front of his chest, and most of his palms are buried in the fat layer that is wide open in his stomach.

The other hand was hanging on one side of the body, the palm of his hand was cut off from the middle, with only a little flesh connected. The five fingers were red and swollen and had no shape, and the bloody nails exposed the edge of the driver's seat.

The legs were normal, hanging loosely under the driver's seat, one foot was on the brake, and a white wine bottle was placed beside the other, as if the victim was parked and drinking before his death.

Yun Yeyao now has no gloves and no substitute, so he cannot touch the items on the scene, so he can only observe with his eyes. The most terrifying thing is the face of the deceased. The face starts from the tip of the forehead of the upper left corner, goes to the side of the chin in the lower right corner, and rubs across the corner of the right lips, and divides it into two areas: red and white.

The white on the left is a normal cheek and hair. The victim left a buzz cut. In addition to the style of the clothes, it is possible to determine that he is a man.

There are only a few reasons for the preliminary judgment. First, Yun Yeyao was unable to examine the body in detail and untied the clothes to observe. Second, the victim was very fat, with a big waist and a round waist. Judging from the outline of the clothes on his chest, his chest was bulging and it was impossible to judge men and women. Third, although the victim was wearing men's clothes, he did have a pair of patterned white cloth shoes on his feet. Yun Yeyao had seen the same style in the store, which should be a female style, and the victim's feet were not very big from a man's perspective. Fourth, it was the victim's buzz cut. It was not surprising to see the mountain at first glance, but when you look closely, the buzz cut seemed to be cut flat, as if it was not a professional's work.

When the waiter returned to the cafe, he saw the black-shelled mobile phone on the table at a glance. He was about to pick it up and Mrs. Yun, who had been waiting for Yun Yeyao to return, spoke.

"Why haven't my son been back yet? Is the person in the car seriously injured?"

"That's not the case. The person in the car just fainted. Your son is helping with the help now. He asked you to go outside to find you and wait for him. He also asked me to give him the phone."

"Oh, then you go quickly." Mrs. Yun quickly stuffed Yun Yeyao's phone into the waiter's hand and urged him to send the phone over. Mrs. Yun didn't know that a murder had occurred and did not doubt what the waiter said at all.

Then she looked back at the direction of the window where Yun Yeyao went out, and quickly walked towards the parking lot outside.

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After the waiter got Yun Yeyao's mobile phone, he did not send it to him immediately. Instead, he found a corner where no one was present and began to find a way to unlock the password of the mobile phone.

The waiter looked very experienced and probably often did such things. His fingers were moving quickly on the phone, but after trying many times, his phone password was still incorrect.

So he took out his cell phone and looked at it, muttering, "What's going on? Isn't it a number related to him?"

Just when the waiter was confused, a text message appeared on Yun Yeyao's mobile phone. The content of the text message was very simple and was directly displayed on the lock screen: "Xiaoyao, I'm here, where are you?" The signature on the text message was Xiao Meng.

"My God, is that detective Mr. is here too? Is he at the airport too?" The waiter was obviously scared and sweated. He heard his tone and seemed to know that Xiao Meng was Xie Yunmeng, and he was very afraid of Xie Yunmeng's arrival.

He quickly put away his phone and ran towards Yun Yeyao, not daring to stay for a second.

Yun Yeyao was squatting behind another slightly larger pickup truck. The pickup truck was fully enclosed, and the rear compartment was larger than the one in front. Yun Yeyao was fiddling with the things in the compartment.
Chapter completed!