[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

After the doctor's examination, two police officers came over and carried the detective's body away.

"The cause of death should be the same as the previous case," the doctor said to Detective William. "It was killed by a direct stab from the back."

Detective William frowned.He glanced at the busy police officer beside him, and asked Zhou Mao: "Did you go to monitor Paul Rousseau yesterday?"

"Go." Zhou Mao replied.

"How long will it be monitored?"

Zhou Mao hesitated for a moment: "About 9 or 10 o'clock. He found out that I was following him, so he flew into the air and disappeared." He didn't want others to know that Paul had visited his house.

Detective William's expression became even more sombre. "Kyle, Ed," he called to the other two police officers, "go to that vampire's house and take him to the police station."

"Wait," Zhou Mao hurriedly stopped. "I don't think he's the murderer..." He recalled Paul's appearance when he left last night, his expression didn't look like he was going to kill someone.

"He doesn't have an alibi." Inspector William didn't seem to want to ignore Zhou Mao, and ordered the two police officers to act quickly.

Zhou Mao wanted to defend Paul, but was stopped by the narrator.

"Zhou Mo's novel doesn't have this part of the plot." The narrator said, "Don't interfere, let the police in this story handle this matter."

"But I think Paul was wronged." Zhou Mao said.

"...Have you forgotten Hao Kaixin?" the narrator said coldly.

Zhou Mao was silent.There was another chill in his stomach.

"You...do you know something?" Zhou Mao asked.

"I don't know anything." The narrator said, "I just know that this world may not be Zhou Mo's world."

Zhou Mao: "What do you mean?"

Narrator: "I can't see the whole world from God's perspective like the first world. I can only see you and your surroundings. The rest of the place is covered by thick fog. I don't know what happened. .”

"So," the narrator said gravely, "you have to watch out for yourself in this world. I can't quite guarantee your safety."

Zhou Mao nodded.After the narration said that the plot offset indicator was missing, he felt that something might go wrong in this world.

But since you have already crossed in, let's face it face to face.Zhou Mao thought.

He raised his head and looked carefully at the police officers around him, but he didn't find Hannah.

"Hasn't Hannah come?" Zhou Mao asked Detective William.

"Hannah was terrified when she saw the inspector's body. Now she is resting on the second floor of the police station." William said, sighing: "I have become a police officer, and I am so timid."

He took out a file folder and handed it to Zhou Mao, and ordered: "You don't hang around here either. Go and help other police officers with case records."

Zhou Mao responded and took the folder.He followed the surrounding police officers while taking notes with a pen.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Mao felt that his hands and feet were so cold that he lost consciousness.The leading police officer looked at the scene again and felt that there was nothing to record, so he let Zhou Mao go back to the police station.

Zhou Mao sat back at his desk and began to organize the report.He put the case records by the desk, and when he was taking out the report paper from the drawer of the desk, the bell at the door rang again.

Zhou Mao looked up and happened to see Paul being brought into the room by two police officers.

Paul looked awake.Seeing Zhou Mao, he blinked, whistled lightly, and followed the police officer to the interrogation room.

Detective William also walked into the house. He knocked on Zhou Mao's table, signaling Zhou Mao to follow and interrogate Paul with him.

Zhou Mao entered the interrogation room and sat next to Detective William.Detective William handed him a pen and paper to take notes.

Paul sat across the table, with his back leaning on the chair, still in the lazy posture he had when we first met.

Inspector William cleared his throat and looked at Paul seriously: "Where were you last night and what did you do?"

Paul twirled his hair with his fingertips and said indifferently: "I was with your police officer Maomao until 10 o'clock. I went home after 10 o'clock."

"Officer Mao Mao?" Inspector William looked suspiciously at Zhou Mao.

Zhou Mao blushed, coughed in panic, and said, "Yes, I can testify that he was with me until 10 o'clock. Detective, please continue to ask."

Detective William turned his gaze back to Paul again: "What did you do after you got home?"

Paul: "Read."

Detective William: "No more?"

Paul: "No more."

Detective William: "Who can testify?"

Paul: "No one can testify."

"There is no alibi." Detective William sneered. "You really won't learn your lesson. At least it would be smarter to find someone to help you perjure yourself."

"What perjury?" Paul yawned unabashedly. "You police || depend on me whenever something happens, you are really incompetent."

Detective William seemed a little annoyed. "Paul Rousseau!" he shouted, "answer honestly! What did you do last night?"

"Reading." Paul replied.

"Reading?" Detective William hammered the table with his hand, "If you read? How could Detective Brown die? There are no footprints around?"

Paul frowned: "Inspector Brown is dead?"

"He's dead." Detective William said, staring at Paul with a gloomy face: "Everyone knows that he is a man, and it is impossible for him to have enemies. But you may, because he discovered factors that are unfavorable to you in the case, Kill him and silence him."

Paul chuckled and looked at Detective William: "So you brought me here because of this?"

Detective William: "Isn't that reason enough?"

Paul showed a disdainful expression: "This reason is really ridiculous to me."

He shook his head and showed an ambiguous smile at Zhou Mao: "If I knew this, I should have spent the night at Police Officer Mao Mao's house." He rubbed his chin: "Although his bed is small, it's still good to squeeze in." no problem."

Detective William stared at Zhou Mao with an incredulous expression: "He went to your house yesterday? Why didn't you just say it?"

Zhou Mao explained in a panic: "He came to my house to give me something." He then added, "There is nothing between us."

Detective William: "Send something? Do you accept ||bribes||| bribes?"

"No!" Zhou Mao felt that he couldn't explain clearly with a hundred mouths.

Paul looked at the flustered Zhou Mao, with the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said to Officer William, "You don't have to make things difficult for Officer Mao Mao. I just returned the things he left behind at my house." He knocked on the table, showing a helpless expression Smiling: "Compared to the police || who arrested me because there were no other people's footprints on the snow, I am really a kind and good person who returned the things myself."

"Snow?" Detective William's eyes showed a strange brilliance: "How do you know that the detective died in the snow?"

"The city is now covered in snow, and you are talking about footprints." Paul looked at his hands absently, and replied, "Where is it not in the snow?"

Detective William: "What if I say he died in the muddy pond of the last case?"

"Detective William," Paul leaned forward and stared at him: "You are a bit irrational. Xuexia is everywhere, how could he just avoid this mud pond?"

"Mr. Detective," the half-smile expression appeared on Paul's face again. "Why are you so eager to convict me? Since the inspector is dead, you should be the acting inspector now."

He leaned his back on the chair and stared at Detective William meaningfully: "Shouldn't you be happy? Finally became the inspector. You have been coveting the position of inspector for a long time, but even me Everybody knows."

Detective William stood up abruptly, staring at Paul viciously.Zhou Mao thought that Paul was going to be beaten, and was about to go up to grab Detective William, but the detective turned around and said to Zhou Mao: "Put him in a temporary cell|| room in the basement."

"Detective William," Zhou Mao dissuaded: "There is no evidence to prove that Mr. Rousseau is the murderer, and we have no right to detain him. Why don't we let him go home first, and then send someone to prison..."

"Don't you want this job?" Detective William interrupted Zhou Mao with a gloomy expression.

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands and strode out of the interrogation room.

Zhou Mao had to take Paul to the basement.

"I'm sorry." Zhou Mao said apologetically, "I should try harder to prove your innocence."

"What's the matter?" Paul sat by the bed in the cell || room, with a look of indifference. "In this kind of weather, normal people feel that the sunlight reflected by the snow is uncomfortable. Wouldn't it kill me to ask me to walk home?"

He lay down, with his head resting on his hands: "It's just right to be locked up for a while. If he can let me go after the sun goes down, that would be great."

Zhou Mao nodded, feeling a little relieved. "There are some books in the warehouse, do you want me to show you a few to pass the time?" he asked.

"No need," Paul waved his hand, "I'd better go to bed first." He smiled at Zhou Mao: "In the evening, remember to come down and stay with me."

Seeing that Zhou Mao agreed, Paul turned sideways and closed his eyes.Zhou Mao watched Paul's sleeping face silently for a while, then went upstairs and returned to his seat.

Detective William has now become the acting detective, commanding the police officers under him to investigate and handle the detective's case.New clues and evidence are constantly being sent to Zhou Mao's desk.Zhou Mao kept his head in tidying up, not even taking a few sips of water.The whole day passed in such a busy manner.

After sorting out the last clue, Zhou Mao looked at his watch, and there was still an hour or two before get off work.He thought for a moment and walked out of the police station.

Paul lay in the dark basement.Although the smell here is not good and it is a little humid, but fortunately there is no sunlight, so you can sleep in peace.

He seemed to have slept the whole day.Since he didn't have a watch on him, Paul didn't know how time passed.The cloak was taken off by him and covered him.The voices from the police station upstairs had also probably become quieter as the end of get off work was approaching.

There was a sound of light footsteps, and Paul was not interested in who came.He still closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed to rest.

"Mr. Rousseau, are you still sleeping?" a person whispered.This clear and clear voice was very familiar to Paul.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhou Mao standing outside the door, looking at him with a pair of gentle green eyes.

The author has something to say:

It's finally the weekend!Start to be lazy on weekends. Bought a new game on steam's summer discount, but haven't started playing yet.

But soon there will be no manuscripts saved, and if I don’t save the manuscripts, I will run naked again.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but get scared.

So I turned on the king of pesticides to suppress the shock [you]

Changed a bug, try metaphysics