Forensic without kites

Chapter 142 Blood on the Nib (45)

"You don't need to worry about these."

Gu Jingnian lowered his head, and stretched out his hand to take the hemostatic medicine and bandage that Aubai handed over.

She was a little stunned, the powder was lightly sprinkled on the wound, and it hurt a little.However, all her thoughts were attracted by the slightly displeased tone of the man just now.

The bandage was wrapped around her neck, she slowly raised her eyes, she saw his slightly lowered eyebrows, under the cover of the dark sky above, it was extremely gloomy.

She also seemed to see a cluster of dim and unclear flames jumping between his handsome and gloomy eyebrows.

Closing her eyes, Wuyuan suppressed the palpitations in her heart.

For a long time, the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of pattering rain could be heard.

Gu Jingnian cut off the excess bandage with scissors, and tied a slipknot on the inside of the neck.

At this time, he finally moved his dark eyes from the bandaged neck to her pale and beautiful face.The black eyes stared at her trembling long eyelashes, and said in a calm voice, "Because I will bring him to justice with my own hands."

She raised her head abruptly, her gaze was astonished, and she saw a drop of raindrop leaping in from under the porch and falling on his properly ironed skirt.

melted.

However, more raindrops splashed in from all directions.

Injured neck, unable to participate in autopsy.

Aubai drove Wuyuan home.

When getting off the car, Aobai took a bag of things from the back seat and handed it to Wu Yuan.

She was a little surprised, seeing that he didn't speak.

Aubai scratched his head in embarrassment: "Hehe, the captain was worried about your inconvenience, so he ordered me to prepare some daily necessities for you. I didn't know what to buy, so I bought some vegetables, fruits and some meat at the supermarket. Oh, By the way! This bag is the medicine you need, new bandages, and disinfectant."

It was the first time for him to do such a thing, and he was somewhat enthusiastic, as if he had helped Gu Jingnian complete a very remarkable thing.

Wuyuan silently took the things in his hands and prepared to get off the car.

"Wait! Chief Wei."

When he saw her and was about to leave, Aobai suddenly remembered that he still had something to ask her.

He took out a photo from a briefcase and handed it to her, with some doubts: "Chief Wei, this was taken by the criminal police who were in charge of protecting you last night. It looked very strange, so I brought it to the captain in the morning .Is this a relative of yours? He looks so good-looking!"

The expression in Wuyuan's eyes softened, she took the photo, and said, "It's a little brother."

"Oh." Aubai thought thoughtfully.

Then he patted his head with his hands, grinning and said: "In short, the captain has sent heavy police to patrol around your house day and night. He said, as long as you stay at home these few days, don't go anywhere, nothing will happen It's true. I believe that with the captain's superb skills, the murderer will be caught soon. They have already angered the captain. We have some clues, haven't we?"

She didn't listen any more, someone suddenly beat a drum on her chest, and the echo of thump thud lingered in it.

She had to push the door open and walk down.

Seeing this, Ao Bai hurriedly opened the door and got out of the car.

Continuous raindrops fell on her white and clear cheeks, and she said, "Go back. It's raining heavily."

The rain was indeed heavy. From all directions, it pierced the last layer of clouds and mist, and hit the ground like beans, splashing countless water splashes.

Wu Yuan went upstairs and opened the door.

The room was bewildered.

The dim light in the kitchen, which had been on all the time, also went out.

Du Heng was not there.

She closed the door, kicked off her boots, and walked barefoot to the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

Above, a piece of white paper torn from a soft copy is pressed under the head of a Buddha.

Wuyuan gently pulled out the piece of paper, lowered her head, and spread her fingers.I saw only a short sentence on a piece of white paper.

——In autumn dusk, may the lighthouse held in your hand never go out
When the wind picked up, she held the paper tightly, stroking the delicate handwriting on it with her slender fingers, and did not raise her head for a long time.

(End of this chapter)