Forensic without kites

Chapter 159 Blood on the Nib (62)

Who is in the dark winter
pick up a fallen leaf

Hidden light
Leaked

Among the white branches that part the sky
who stands under the clouds

Look up
The missing scales and -- blurred faces
River faint
fish are stranded
who is looking up
Whose scales are worn away by the night
One soul was put on the shelf, and the whole world fell
I'm looking up to--

you me him
In this dark winter
给G
The handwriting on the letter paper was tense, and the ink was almost pierced through the back of the paper. He read the entire poem with a few glances, and finally his eyes stopped at the signature at the bottom right of the letter paper.

Not moving.

- to G
This capital letter G is extremely eye-catching.In the golden hook and iron painting, there is a faint breath of leisure.

Zhang Ziqian leaned his head over and frowned, "For G? Who is G?"

Seeing that Gu Jingnian lowered his head and did not make a sound, he said again: "The scales are worn away by the night, a soul is shelved, and the world has fallen... What does this mean? What does the murderer want to express? What clues were found inside?"

The man put away the letter paper in one hand, put his hands behind his back, and stared up at the distant sky with dark eyes.

He didn't answer.

Zhang Ziqian retreated knowingly.

The murderer's method of committing the crime is very mysterious.He's definitely a veteran.There was no sign of picking the lock on the door, and the murderer knocked on the door with gloves.Did not leave any trace of fingerprints.

He must have observed secretly for a long time and knew that Mo Bai was not at home today.Taking advantage of this opportunity, he easily kidnapped Zizhen.

The technique was straightforward and neat, without leaving any clues.

But what does this poem represent?

What kind of message did the murderer want to convey to him?

G is Gu.

This time, he finally became the target of the murderer.

His thin lips hooked, and the cold night instantly enveloped half of his deep and straight silhouette.

Zhang Ziqian immediately asked the traffic police to conduct a rigorous search within a kilometer of the surrounding area, trying to find suspicious vehicles.

It's just that the night is dark, and it's not easy to find a suspicious car.

40 minutes passed.

It was only two hours before dawn, and according to the murderer's instructions, Mo Bai's mother was about to die tragically at his hands.

It is urgent to save lives.

There was a tense atmosphere in the criminal police team.

Gu Jingnian was standing in the corridor with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the vast sky with deep eyes. In the smog, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After only 40 minutes, he had already smoked most of the pack of cigarettes.A dozen cigarette butts fell under the soles of his dark leather shoes, and he didn't care at all.The smoke from his fingertips had burned to the end, burning his skin.He woke up suddenly and flicked away the cigarette butt in his hand with two fingers.

He reached into his trouser pocket, but stopped.

"Ziqian." He called out.

"Captain, you should smoke less. You have already smoked a few packs of cigarettes tonight. Besides, every time you smoke, I smoke half a cigarette."

His daughter-in-law recently wanted a doll and ordered him not to smoke.Whenever Gu Jingnian vapes in front of him, it's not that he hasn't been tempted, but for his own wife, he still holds back.

At this moment, seeing Gu Jingnian tormenting himself like this, he actually felt sorry for him.

Gu Jingnian pulled out his hand, turned his head to look at him suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "Ziqian, did Haizi write a vague poem called—Poetry Dedicated to Hei Ye?"

It turned out he wasn't about to smoke.

Zhang Ziqian quickly recovered from his slack, scratched his head with his right hand, and smiled: "Captain, don't keep asking me questions like this. You want to ask me which gun is the best, and let me catch the murderer. There is nothing to talk about. As for poetry... Hehe, I haven't learned it before."

(End of this chapter)