Chapter 780 Detective Sherlock Holmes

Tan Fenghua's office is very big, but it looks very empty.

In addition to a desk, there is only a bookshelf against the wall behind him.

The bookshelves are long and tall.

Strictly covered an entire wall.

On the bookshelf, medical books are neatly placed.

Not that kind of decoration.

The books are all torn or badly worn.

You can tell at a glance that Tan Fenghua is sure to read them often.

It is these books that make this empty office look extraordinarily fulfilling.

Squeak!

In the silent office, the door was pushed open.

Tan Fenghua, who had passed away, once again came to his familiar office.

"Liu Feng, where did Dean Tan die?"

Ye Yu looked around in the office and asked Liu Feng aloud.

"It's there!"

Liu Feng pointed at the seat behind the desk and said aloud, "When I entered the office, I saw the teacher leaning on the seat and stopped breathing!"

Ye Yu nodded slightly when he heard the words, and walked to the front of the seat.

Closing his eyes slightly, Ye Yu's mind sank into the sea of ​​blood.

"Xiao Qian!"

In the blood sea space, Ye Yu's cold voice echoed.

A huge blood-colored lotus rose from the sea of ​​blood.

The closed buds of the lotus trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.

"Owner!"

Nie Xiaoqian got up from the lotus and answered respectfully.

"We've arrived at the place where President Tan died. How can we find out who killed President Tan?"

Xiaoqian is slightly blessed, and the tight long skirt outlines her slender figure.

"Master, if you want to find the murderer, you need to restrain the murderer's breath that has not yet dissipated here, and you need the slave family to show up in person!"

Ye Yu was silent for a moment after hearing the words, and then said aloud, "Okay!"

In Tan Fenghua's office.

Ye Yu's body trembled slightly.

The mind has been pulled out from the sea of ​​blood in the netherworld.

Ye Yu looked at the crowd of doctors in the office, frowning slightly.

"Next, I will prove the cause of President Tan's death and find out who killed President Tan."

The expressions of the people who were listening to Ye Yu's words were shocked, and their eyes showed anticipation.

Su An, who was hiding in the crowd, was also in high spirits.

At the same time, he began to imagine how Ye Yu used extremely wonderful, close and meticulous reasoning to slowly explain the real reason for Tan Fenghua's death.

"Amazing! It's a contemporary Sherlock Holmes!"

Su An, who was caught in the fantasy, looked excited, as if he had become Watson who found his blind spot at this moment.

Facing the expectant eyes of everyone, Ye Yu said in a deep voice, "The next thing may be too bizarre for you..."

In the crowd, Su An nodded again and again.

"Great! Standard Sherlock Holmes opening!"

Su An was secretly surprised that things started to move in the direction she imagined!

In the room, Ye Yu's voice rang out.

"So I ask you, don't be surprised!"

"And... scared!"

In the crowd, Su An couldn't help but replied aloud, "Don't worry! Fur... er, Mr. Ye Yu, we must keep quiet!"

Ye Yu looked at the greasy-faced uncle who was holding the tape recorder high in the crowd, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Very good! Just do as this gentleman said, keep quiet!"

The surrounding doctors all looked at Su An.

Quickly put away the portable recorder in his hand, Su An looked a little embarrassed at the moment.

Are you a little too high-profile?

"Who are you?" Liu Feng looked at Su An with doubts in his eyes.

"Cough..." Su An coughed a few times, rolled his eyes, and explained aloud, "I am a patient, Mr. Tan's patient!"

Ye Yu smiled, but did not reveal Su An.

Looking around the crowd, Ye Yu continued, "You may not believe some things, but they are real!"

"What happens next may break your cognition!"