Forensic without kites

Chapter 314

Wuyuan felt a little stuffy in her chest today.

It was snowing outside the window, Gu Jingnian went to court, the QHD bombing case was coming to an end, as a top criminal policeman and forensic doctor, he was going to go to court for the truth and the murderer.

When sending him out, she rarely stood on tiptoe to tie a scarf on him.

No matter how cold it is, Gu Jingnian is a man who always wears a simple suit or buckskin gloves, so he can walk in the world covered in silver. He doesn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all.

"You bought it?" Gu Jingnian lowered his head and pinched the gray-blue wolf jacquard wool scarf and asked.

"Hmm." She mumbled.

"It's beautiful." His eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his fingers squeezed harder.

"Yeah." Wuyuan replied listlessly.

"Unhappy?" He put the briefcase on the shoe cabinet, gently pulled her into his arms, and put it against her forehead.

"No." She was a little unaccustomed to his sudden closeness, and pressed her fist against his chest with her small hands. The heat radiating from his body at this moment made her face hot.

"Wuyuan, you didn't say what was in your heart." After a moment of silence, he pulled her away a little distance, looked at her, and lowered his head.

"It's really not...just...the weather is bad..." She was attracted by the cumbersome jacquard wolf-shaped pattern embroidered on his neckerchief, and replied vaguely.

Gu Jingnian's dark eyes were deep, and he stared at her for a long time. Fang sighed, touched the woolen coat that she had put on carelessly since she woke up. , righting.He fastened the button with his fine fingers. "Well, don't worry about it, I will be back soon."

"..." Her eyes were still fixed on the wolf on the scarf, the blue wolf raised its head and roared, its beard stretched out.

Seeing her absent-minded, he smiled helplessly.Gently stroked the broken hair on her temples, put on the briefcase, "I'm leaving, close the door at home."

"Yeah." He still didn't tell her, there are heavy soldiers guarding the outside so far.

When you are bored, always find something to do, so that your soul will not be dry.

Wuyuan picked up the vacuum cleaner and went into the study.

She has only entered this study room twice.

The first time was just brought here by Gu Jingnian and walked in unintentionally.Another time, Wu Yuan made tea, and pushed the door open to ask him to drink tea.Both times, she glanced at it hastily and didn't study it seriously.

The study room is decorated in a simple and European retro style. The star-patterned marble desk is the most eye-catching at the entrance. Three sides are surrounded by large bookshelves filled with books. One end of the desk is a blank space specially created by the owner-you can see the huge starry sky when you look up. sunroof.Next to it stands a reflecting telescope.

Wuyuan's mood suddenly jumped up.

He ran to the telescope and almost raised his arms and shouted.This man actually set up a reflecting telescope here-a very expensive astronomical telescope.

She couldn't wait to move her eyes to the past, fiddling with the telescope, sticking to the cold lens through layers of hazy clouds, the Milky Way was dim.

Suddenly a little dull.

Feeling discouraged, he sat down on the leather chair behind the desk, tilted his head and started counting the time.It's time for the court to start.Will Han Ruoyun be sentenced to death, and will the murderer be found out...

Suddenly, a piece of paper in the trash bin below caught her attention.

Bending down and pulling it out.

It is very ordinary letter paper, which is already very old. Someone wrote half a poem with pen and ink on the coffee-stained paper——

Tongyun Jiujuefei Qiongzi, whose side is the person.On whose side is the person, Yu Qingmian will not sleep tonight.

The handwriting is elegant and sharp, but at the end of the writing, the writing became more and more crazy. The last tick of the word "Mian" actually pierced the paper, and the person who wrote it did not know how hard it was.

　Don't be like this... I will write.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)