His subordinates tried even harder. After Si Nan called Mo Cunxi, he never spoke again. Mo Cunxi could even clearly see the emotions hidden in Si Nan's eyes, and his heart felt like he was suffocating, feeling uncomfortable.

Seeing Si Nan get out of the car, Mo Xichen was so happy that he walked to Si Nan with his short legs, spread his hands, and shouted in a slight voice:

"Dad, hug..."

Dad? Dad? Dad? Dad?

Mo Cunxi was stunned and turned to look at Mo Cunyi. The creaking sound of his hand was creaking. Mo Cunyi turned around and looked elsewhere. He looked left and right, but he just didn't look at Mo Cunxi.

Si Nan reached out and picked up Mo Xichen. Mo Xichen kissed Si Nan on the face. After the kiss, he turned around and raised his eyebrows at Mo Cunxi. Mo Cunxi was stunned again.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Mo Cunyi,

"Mo Cunyi..."

Look, what have you brought her son to? Look, I also learned to raise my eyebrows, raised my eyebrows...

"It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me, is it okay? But recently Mo Xichen has become obsessed with the TV series "The Handsome School Grass Falls in Love with Me" I filmed? Is it okay if I have nothing to do with me, is it okay?"

Mo Cunyi shrugged his shoulder innocently, indicating that he was extremely innocent. He glared at Mo Xichen fiercely, turned his head and was slapped on his head with a palm.

"It's the one who's always like a school grass. You're so handsome, so handsome, school grass, is that one from the school grass?"

Covering his head with a beaten head, Mo Cunyi expressed his innocence, but he still looked proud when he heard what Mo Cunxi said.

"Yes, yes, it's me. The director has been looking for it and still thinks that I'm more suitable for the handsome school grass character... How about it? My brother, I played the iron-clad general, and naturally I can control such a small role..."

After saying that, Mo Cunyi was slapped hard by Mo Cunxi again, and then Mo Cunxi's voice suddenly rang out.

"So it's you, the slutty bitch... Mo Cunyi, let me tell you, you can stay away from my son in the future and then put you..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Cunxi's cell phone rang. Looking at the call, Mo Cunxi suddenly became even more angry. He looked at Mo Cunyi for a moment, his eyes were full of threats and warnings, and he slowly answered the phone.

"What's wrong? Your dad took action?"

Sitting in the car, watching the mirror in front of the car reflecting Mo Cunxi across the road, Li Shen suddenly gently clamped his car window, and then clamped it again and again.

"Mo Cunxi, the autopsy results have come out. A trace amount of drugs was found in the body of the deceased, just a little bit..."

"poison?"

He frowned, drugs? The deceased was alone. That day I heard that the deceased had no friends before his death, and he had never heard of owing a large amount of foreign debt.

Once the drug is involved, it is difficult to quit, but the source of the drug is very loose and the price is high. Once you get addicted, based on the work wages of the deceased during his lifetime, you can't afford the money at all...

"It's a drug, and it's a new type of drug...

Li Shen's voice was faint, and he could not hear any emotion.

“Is there anything else besides that?”

Li Shen said nothing and was silent. That was equivalent to telling Mo Cunxi that this case was the same as that of three months ago, and this was a little better than before. At least he knew that this man was taking drugs and checking it with drug transactions. It seemed to be better than before, but it was also very difficult...

"Psychologically, murderers generally have extreme hearts. After the murder is successful, they will return to the scene to check the follow-up and experience their dark twisted hearts. Of course, they can easily check it. However, there are no suspicious people on the surveillance of the two cases, so there is only one possibility..."

After pausing his words, Mo Cunxi looked up and saw Li Shen, who was sitting in the car calling him.

"Then there is another possibility...killer..."

"Killer..."

The two of them said it at the same time, and both parties paused when they got the answer.

"It's a killer, but not a professional killer..."

Professional killers are best at killing people in the room, thus hiding their whereabouts. However, no matter how you look at the two cases, they all seem to be committed by an acquaintance.

There is no trace of the deceased who can even struggle and resist. They are all attacked from behind, and one attack is fatal.

But I can't look down on it, and it doesn't seem like an acquaintance committing the crime.

The greatest possibility that can only be finally known is the killer, exactly the same as the case ten years ago. Can the victim have spiders on them be carved in no matter how they are born?
Chapter completed!