The information on the table showed that three days ago, a single woman died in a suburban villa. There was no trauma, no toxic reaction, and the cause of death was unexplained. The most bizarre thing is that the deceased left a note before his death, which said, "He Qingchuan, save me."
He Qingchuan frowned. He had never seen the deceased, or even heard of her name, but the handwriting on the note was undoubtedly related to the case. All of this seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, forcing him to explore the truth himself.
"Another job that tests your patience." He muttered in a low voice, closed the file, reached out and put the lighter on the table to the cigarette end, and puffed out a puff of thick smoke.
