Forensic without kites

Chapter 138 Blood on the Nib (41)

After Mo Bai and Jiang He left, the office suddenly became quiet.

Wu Yuan flicked through the documents in her hands, time gradually slipping away from her ears.

Suddenly a sharp ringing pierced the cold air.

Frowning, she put down the pen in her hand and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Hi! I'm Captain Qu! Something happened! Zhang Haitian, a highly respected philanthropist in this city, has died! Initial suspicion is homicide!"

"What!" Wu Yuan suddenly stood up from the chair.

"When did it happen? Where was the dead man found?"

"It's in the BJ University Library!"

Another murder in the library!

She hung up the phone, hurriedly picked up the coat from the table, and walked outside.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Gu Jingnian, dressed in black in suit and leather shoes, walked in. Seeing her with a cold face, she walked towards him without squinting, with a gloomy light dancing between her eyebrows and eyes.

"Have you been notified?"

"Ah."

The library of BJ University was established in early 1989 by the state.The architect at that time adopted the style of Oxford England. In addition to a few basic museum rooms open to the public, a very deep museum room was built under the first floor.

There are quite a lot of ancient and very valuable books in the collection, but only a few professors in the school can authorize students to borrow them.

Across the corridor of this library, there is a small back door facing the main entrance of BJ University, so that students can borrow books for the night without having to walk down the long corridor and climb the stairs to leave the library.

Because of this area, most of the books inside are very obscure.Sometimes many bookshelves were filled with works written in very old and difficult Sanskrit.Ordinary people can't understand it at all.

Therefore, although the books here are very valuable as cultural relics, few people come down to look for them.

Even the librarian disliked the turbid air here, and gradually ignored it.

Almost all the books were covered with a thick layer of white dust.

The deceased was lying with his head up next to one of the bookshelves. Around him, bright red blood stained his dark gray suit, and quite a lot of blood continued to flow from the wound.

Not long after the deceased was killed, he had a refined appearance, and now he was lying in the pool of blood, with wide-eyed eyes, staring straight at the dark ceiling above.

Wu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, her life was short-lived, and the strong sense of powerlessness as a forensic doctor came to her mind again.

She couldn't help standing up, reached out to hold the bookshelf next to her, and took a deep breath.

Looking up, Gu Jingnian was talking with Ao Bai and several criminal policemen.As if he noticed her gaze, the man turned his head suddenly, staring at her with a pair of deep dark eyes.

As if silently asking her what's the matter.

She took another breath, lowered her head again, leaned down, stretched out a finger and gently closed the eyelids of the deceased.

The deceased Zhang Haitian was 54 years old. A well-known philanthropist in BJ, he is the Bishop Professor of the Chinese Department of BJ University. He is knowledgeable and kind-hearted, and is deeply loved by colleagues and students.

According to other professors and goalkeepers, Zhang Haitian was studying a Sanskrit subject recently, so he came down to this area to find information.

Perhaps, when he was buried in the search for books, the murderer who had been lying here for a long time pierced his kidney from behind and killed him immediately.

She looked around carefully, but found no murder weapon.

"Captain Qu, when you first came, did you see a murder weapon on the ground?"

Captain Qu's thick eyebrows frowned very fiercely: "Our people are also looking for the murder weapon. Captain Gu has already arranged for people to search within the scope of the library. Perhaps the murderer has already taken it away."

(End of this chapter)