Forensic without kites

Chapter 389 I'm going out for a walk, don't wait for me at night

Gu Jingnian's heart was turbulent, but his face was extremely heavy.

"Ziqian, do you still remember the murder that happened in Beiyi Hospital that day?"

Zhang Ziqian turned the car steadily, and frowned, "Remember, why did you ask this?"

Gu Jingnian said: "Because the people who shot me that day were very similar to the people who wounded me a month ago."

Zhang Ziqian's expression was solemn, his hand on the steering wheel was bulging, and he cursed involuntarily: "Fuck! Could it be the same person? But something is wrong! If it was the same person, what motive did he have for killing so many people, and in the end he only brought Leaving Wuyuan? Doesn’t that make sense? Besides, there was more than one person involved in the explosion of the cruise ship? What the fuck is the relationship between Du Heng and the former Han Ruohong?”

"There are so many doubts in this case, what else is there that I haven't thought of?" Opening the car window, the sun outside was shining on his face, it was very warm, very warm, but Gu Jingnian's heart was gloomy.

Cars whizzed by, and the red roses that were booming on the street became an endless red belt, floating straight into people's hearts.

This rose is so beautiful, just like Wuyuan's face, she doesn't smile much, but every time she smiles, she is as bright and beautiful as this rose...

That night, Zhang Ziqian came home from get off work.

His daughter-in-law Xia Lan was cooking in the kitchen wearing a scarf, and he quietly walked over and hugged her waist.

Xia Lan was taken aback, "You're back, the food will be ready soon, you go wash your hands and help arrange the chopsticks."

He hummed absently, but did not move his hands or feet.

Xia Lan saw that his face was tired and he didn't trim his unshaven beard. During this time, he was either working overtime or on a business trip. There were very few people who could go home to eat like this. The cooking action secretly accelerated a lot.

"Is the case still unsolved?" Xia Lan asked softly at the dining table.

Zhang Ziqian swallowed most of the bowl of bone soup in a few gulps, exhaled, and hummed, answering her.

She could see that he obviously didn't want to talk to her about these things, but she still couldn't help asking.

"What about Wuyuan, did she find it?" Xia Lan felt uncomfortable when she thought of such a beautiful girl being kidnapped.

"No." Zhang Ziqian's handsome and dark face was also quite heavy. He lost his appetite after picking up a few mouthfuls of food. He followed his brothers and was killed one after another. Even Mo Bai was spared. Looking at this situation, Wu Yuan was afraid. It is not so easy to find.

But his good brother is very sad, if he can't find Wuyuan, he probably won't be the first one to survive.

Suddenly, he lost the desire to eat, he snapped his chopsticks and stood up: "I won't eat, I'll go for a walk, don't wait for me at night."

Xia Lan hurriedly stood up: "Where are you going?"

Zhang Ziqian grabbed his coat and had already walked to the entrance, stooping to put on his shoes, "Go for a walk." There was impatience in his accent.

Xia Lan: "..."

With a bang, the door closed and the room returned to normal silence.

She sat on the chair again, looking at the freshly cooked dishes on the dining table, but her eyes gradually became sour. She sniffed, picked up a chopstick and put a piece of green vegetable into her mouth, but the more she chewed, the more it became.

Later, a tear fell from the eye socket, and then more tears fell into the rice bowl.

Xia Lan couldn't eat any more, so she poured all the food into the trash can with tears in her eyes.

Today is her birthday, and it only happens once a year, but Zhang Ziqian wished that there would be 600 days a year, so that he could devote himself to work every day.

The two haven't seen each other for more than half a month. Many things have happened recently. As his wife, she has to be considerate of him. He lives in the office all day for work. For half a month, the two of them don't talk about meeting each other, even calling her Afraid of disturbing him, he didn't dare to fight.

After all, it was her birthday today, so she sent a message in the morning to ask him to go home for dinner, but as for him, every word he said was impatient, as if the murderer who did something bad was her.

Xia Lan was very sad. For the first time, she didn't even wash the tableware. After taking a bath, she lay on the bed and cried with her quilt covered.

(End of this chapter)