[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

The next day, when Zhou Mao opened his eyes, he saw Paul lying beside him.He propped his head on one hand and looked at Zhou Mao with a smile in his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Seeing Zhou Mao open his eyes, he asked softly, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Zhou Mao nodded.want to sit up.Although Paul was obviously reserved last night, Zhou Mao still felt very sore all over his body.

He propped himself up, fell heavily on the bed again, and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Seeing this, Paul leaned forward and touched Zhou Mao's hair: "Are you going to work?"

Zhou Mao nodded.

Paul smiled, reached out to pick up the briefcase on the bedside, took out the key from it, and untied the handcuffs.

When he picked up Zhou Mao and wanted to find clothes for him, he found that the shirt Zhou Mao wore yesterday had been torn to pieces because he bandaged his wound, and the windbreaker and trousers were also stained with blood.

Paul hugged Zhou Mao and kissed him on the cheek: "You were wearing this torn shirt yesterday and helped me back? Isn't it cold?"

"Uh... I was too anxious at that time, and I have forgotten what it feels like." Zhou Mao whispered: "Put me down quickly."

Paul didn't let go. "It seems that you have to go home and change your clothes before going to work." He pondered, opened the curtains and looked at the weather: "It's still early, the sun is not very strong, I'll see you off."

"Are you sending me?" Before Zhou Mao could react, Paul put on his coat, picked up another cloak and wrapped the naked Zhou Mao tightly, and then opened the window.

"Hold me tight." He whispered to Zhou Mao, and Zhou Mao wrapped his arms around his waist in a daze.

Paul smiled, put his arms around Zhou Mao's waist, stepped onto the window sill, and flew out with a swipe.

Paul was flying over the city with Zhou Mao in his arms, and the damp mist slapped Zhou Mao's cheek along the majestic wind.He looked behind Paul over his shoulder, but couldn't see any winged objects.

"This flying method is too unscientific." Zhou Mao whispered, hugging Paul tightly, for fear of accidentally falling off.

Paul held Zhou Mao firmly with his hand, and when he heard him talking to himself, Paul smiled slightly: "Vampires are inherently unscientific."

After a while, the two arrived at Zhou Mao's house.After Zhou Mao changed his clothes, Paul carried him to the police station again.

Although Zhou Mao repeatedly stopped him, Paul still carried him and flew to the gate of the police station before putting him down, attracting the attention of countless passers-by and police officers at work.

Paul wanted to follow Zhou Mao into the police station, but Zhou Mao stopped him.

Paul: "Why, don't you watch me during the day?"

Zhou Mao: "...Don't use it during the day." He was still a little uncertain: "I'll ask Detective William."

Paul finally followed Zhou Mao into the police station.

Acting Inspector William saw two people walking in front of him one after the other, with displeased expressions on their faces.The police officer who came to work had already told him about Paul carrying Zhou Mao to the door.

"You two have a good relationship." Inspector William sneered.

"Detective William..." Zhou Mao was a little embarrassed, not knowing how to answer the question.

"I'm the acting inspector now." Inspector William said dissatisfiedly.

"Inspector," Zhou Mao hastily changed his words. "I monitored Paul for one night last night, and he didn't do anything illegal."

"You, a policeman, even ran up to him, how dare he do anything illegal?" Inspector William raised his forehead.

Zhou Mao: "...then today's daytime..."

Detective William: "Let him go back, the temporary prison || There is a thief detained in the room, and there is no place for him for the time being. I will send another police officer to monitor him. You," he pointed to Zhou Mao, "stay in the police help me."

Zhou Mao looked back at Paul.Paul showed a polite smile, and he bowed slightly: "Thank you, Inspector William. I will take my leave now."

Paul turned his head and winked at Zhou Mao: "Goodbye, Officer Mao Mao."

After that, he left the police station without looking back.

After Paul left, Zhou Mao obeyed Inspector William's order and sat at the table to handle the theft case.As soon as his butt touched the surface of the wooden chair, a sharp pain came from under his body.

Zhou Mao grinned in pain.No way, he thought, I'll buy a soft cushion later.

Due to the sudden death of Inspector Brown and several burglaries last night, the police station is in a panic and busy.Hannah had to ask for leave to take care of her adopted son Finn because he suddenly caught a bad cold, and more work fell on Zhou Mao's shoulders.

Zhou Mao was busy all day without touching the ground.When everyone went home from get off work, he still needed to stay at the police station on duty to watch the night.

it's getting dark.The police station was empty except for Zhou Mao.He stood up slowly from the chair, boiled a pot of water and made himself a cup of tea.

After being busy all day, Zhou Mao felt as if his lower waist had lost consciousness.If this continues, I won't get hemorrhoids in this world.Zhou Mao thought anxiously.

Narrator: "It's okay. If you really get it, I'll use the privilege of the narrator to cut it off for you."

Zhou Mao: "...It sounds like it hurts too much."

He opened the file folder of the No Footprint Serial Murder Case, and the note with the poem fell down again.

Fortunato is dead

Negroes in Oslo have brought in judges

hunchback says

I will run diagonally in 32 black squares

Find the coordinate system that removes the right angles

Under the guidance of my brother named queen

26,11,5

to his grave

Zhou Mao picked up the note and read it again, still confused.

"Do you have any thoughts on the poem?" he asked the narrator.

"No," said the narrator, "I have no idea what the poem is trying to say."

"Anyway, there's nothing to do on duty, why not analyze it." Zhou Mao said, took out a piece of paper, and neatly copied the poem aside.

"First of all, there is a dead person at the beginning of this poem." Zhou Mao circled "Fortunato" in the sentence "Fortunato is dead". "He is the only dead person in the poem."

"Then, 'the black people in Oslo invited the judge'." Zhou Mao pondered, "After a person dies, why do they invite a judge instead of a priest or other funeral practitioners? And why are the black people in Oslo invited? "

"There should be only one thing that needs to invite a judge after a person dies, and that is to fight for the inheritance. Since the judge is invited by a black man, then the black man should have a kinship relationship with Fortunato."

"And next, the hunchback says he's going to Fortunato's cemetery. That's very vague."

He drew a line under the "brother named queen" with the tip of a pen, "'queen' and 'brother', two images of completely opposite genders. It gives people a gaygay feeling, which may imply that 'hunchback' is a homosexual .and his lover is most likely Fortunato."

"The sentence 'delete the coordinate system with right angles' is easier to understand." Zhou Mao drew a cross on the paper, and then marked x and y at the ends of the cross.

"In the coordinate system, the planar rectangular coordinate system and the three-dimensional coordinate system are two very commonly used. From the following '26, 11,5', this poem should refer to the three-dimensional coordinate system."

"So, the so-called 'deleting the right angle' refers to deleting the numbers on the x-axis and y-axis on the coordinate (26,11,5). Therefore, after deleting 26 and 11, the last number left is 5."

Zhou Mao wrote a big 5 and circled it with a pen.

"The number 5 is very important. According to the poem, the hunchback will take '5' to Fortunato's cemetery. This '5' is probably the code name of the murderer who killed Fortunato. It is also possible That means the total number of people who killed Fortunato is 5."

"Let me reorganize the story deduced from this poem," Zhou Mao shook the paper: "Fortunato died and left a large fortune. Someone wants to seize the inheritance. And his lover Then he intends to avenge him and send his murderer to the cemetery."

"The murderer of the serial murder case is Fortunato's lover - 'The Hunchback'."

Zhou Mao folded his hands in his arms and made an expression of truth: "How is it? My reasoning is reasonable?"

Narrator: "...how do I feel that you are just talking nonsense..."

Zhou Mao wanted to refute the narration, but was interrupted by a deep laugh.He looked up suspiciously, and met Paul's smiling eyes.

Paul stood in front of the table, put one hand on the table, pursed his lips, and watched Zhou Mao quietly.

"You can talk so loudly to yourself, you are really interesting." He said, moved a chair and sat in front of Zhou Mao.

"You...you heard everything?" Zhou Mao asked guiltily.

"Understood." Paul tilted his head and said with a smile, "Officer Maomao, you have a rich imagination, why don't you resign as a police officer and become a novelist."

Zhou Mao: "...Are you mocking me?"

Paul waved his hand: "Don't dare." He asked Zhou Mao: "What poem are you analyzing, can you show me?"

Anyway, the newspapers have already reported this serial murder case and this poem, so it should be no problem to show Paul.Zhou Mao thought.He took out a note with poems from the folder and handed it to Paul.

Paul looked at the note, his expression became a little strange for a moment, but immediately returned to his usual expression.

"Strange poem," Paul said. "It doesn't rhyme, it doesn't make sense. It's hard for you to come up with so many."

Zhou Mao: "Do you have any other opinions on this poem?"

"No." Paul replied, but then he realized something, and looked at Zhou Mao with a smirk on his face: "No, I actually know some secrets of this poem. But if Officer Mao Mao wants to get information about this poem from me If you don't want to read the message of the poem," he stroked Zhou Mao's cheek with his hand, "then you have to pay some price."

"That means I have no opinion." Knowing that he was being molested again, Zhou Mao pushed Paul's hand away.

After being pushed away by Zhou Mao, Paul touched Zhou Mao's head with his hand. "I was so busy talking, I forgot." He took out a cardboard box from his cloak: "This is for you."

Zhou Mao took the box: "What is this?"

"Snacks." Paul smiled, "I just stopped by to buy them."

Zhou Mao thought in his heart: My gun||friend sent me food after fucking me again.

He opened the box, and inside were two hot cookies with chocolate chips and a dollop of vanilla ice cream in between.

"Try it," Paul said.

Zhou Mao nodded, picked up the biscuit sandwiched with ice cream and took a bite.The ice cream has melted a little, and the cream is soaked into the cookies. The aroma of the freshly baked cookies is mixed with the vanilla flavor, and the cold touch slightly neutralizes the sweetness of the cookies.

"Delicious!" Zhou Mao narrowed his eyes.

"As long as you like it." Paul looked at Zhou Mao's satisfied expression, and the expression on his face softened.

"You can eat some too." Zhou Mao said, stood up and wanted to take a knife and fork from the tea room to share part of the snacks with Paul.

"No need." Paul grabbed Zhou Mao, and he gently scraped off the sticky ice cream on Zhou Mao's hand with the pad of his thumb, and put it next to his mouth to lick||lick: "I eat these are enough."

Paul's fingers are long and slender, and the licking||licking action is a bit erotic||erotic.Zhou Mao didn't dare to look at it, so he had to sit down and finish the snack bite by bite.

In this day and age, ice cream should not be considered a very common snack.Zhou Mao thought.I don't know where Paul got this dim sum from.But it shouldn't be as he said, you can buy it along the way.

The author has something to say:

Although the little angel reported that he didn't write anything in the last chapter, it was still locked...

You have to be more careful when driving in the future.