Forensic without kites

Chapter 27: Snowstorm (1)

Wuyuan's forehead twitched, and the two red bills were stuffed under the empty bowl of the man, especially conspicuous in the morning light.

She didn't want to eat any more, she took out a red note from her wallet, stuffed it under the teacup, and stood up.

"Eat slowly."

As soon as she walked out, Jiang He put down the bowl, took out the ticket, and left without saying a word.

"Hey, Mo Bai, you said that Jiang He has learned enough from your section chief. He really didn't fart from the beginning to the end."

Mo Bai scooped up a spoonful of fried liver and put it into his mouth, mumbled: "Vice captain, you are talking nonsense again, he doesn't look like him. He is a boring gourd, and our section chief is a beautiful Chang'e. Is there any comparison?"

He gave Zhang Ziqian a blank look.

Zhang Ziqian stuffed a mouthful of sesame seed biscuits, and the crumbs in his mouth fell all over the floor. He bent over and smiled straight at the fox eyes: "Chang'e is very beautiful, don't you have a crush on your section chief? Tell me, tell the truth!"

"You, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Mo Baijun blushed, jumped up, pointed at him indiscriminately and scolded: "How can I... Besides, the section chief is so beautiful, everyone will like her."

"It's a pity that so far, no one has been able to catch her eyes. I hope he can..."

"Lieutenant, what are you talking about?"

Mo Bai couldn't hear his vague mumbling, so he asked a question.

"It's nothing, eat quickly. I have to fight again later. Damn it, I finally took a vacation to go home with my wife, and I ruined it again. Let's see if I catch this damned murderer and don't unload him." Eight dollars!"

"Hey, I promise you won't even think about hugging your wife for the rest of your life."

Mo Bai at the side spoke quietly.

Hearing about Gu Jingnian, a well-known detective, Zhang Ting thought it was rumored by outsiders—about his bad temper, indifferent attitude, and arrogance of talent.Only when he was in a conference room with him today, did he know that those rumors about the outside world were not based on rumors.

BJ connected two major cases, and the forensic department was at a loss for what to do about it, and this daunting but highly talented "First Detective", when he opened his mouth and stood on the blackboard, his clear and indifferent voice pierced through. Through his eardrums, floating over the meeting room, he truly witnessed what is impeccable and flawless reasoning.

Gu Jingnian posted the photos of Fu Jingting and the two anonymous deceased on the blackboard respectively.With a straight back and a chalk in hand, I scribbled a few lines on the blackboard.

The audience was silent.

Wu Yuan's two white fingers were clasped tightly together, staring at his slightly bulging back, a drop of sweat slowly slid down from her black temples, and escaped into her pure white shirt along the slender swan neck .

The tip of the pen flicked against the man's slender fingertips.

Wu Yuan saw a few lines of vigorous but elegant handwriting engraved on the blackboard.

One, the portrait of the victim.

Second, why did the murderer only hunt for this type of victim, and how did he hunt for it.

Three, the last 24 hours before the murder.

Fourth, the portrait of the murderer.

There are almost no kites at a glance.Shock flashed across the calm heart, and before the aftermath stopped, the man's deep voice pierced the sky in vain, echoing over the silent meeting room.

"Who among you knows how the murderer approached the victim in these two cases, when, how and where the murderer approached the victim."

A heavy silence weighed down the air in the room.

Gu Jingnian didn't care, and his deep voice continued to escape from his extremely thin lips.

(End of this chapter)