[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

The situation has been calm for a while, not only has no footprint murder happened again, even other small cases have become much less.

Maybe it was because the weather was so cold that even the criminals didn't want to move.Zhou Mao thought.In the morning, as soon as he got out of the quilt a little bit, he was immediately forced back into the bed by the cold air.

Seeing this, Paul uncuffed the handcuffs and got out of bed, added some firewood to the fireplace, and lit it.After a while, the room gradually warmed up.

"Get up." Paul flicked Zhou Mao's forehead lightly, then put the toast and cheese he bought last night on the fire to toast, and after the cheese melted, he sprinkled some sliced ​​Italian sausage on top .

Zhou Mao roasted the fire, had a warm breakfast, and suddenly felt that the cold in his body was dispelled.He rejected Paul's offer to send him to work, put on a windbreaker, and strolled along the street to the police station.

Due to the cold weather, everyone went to work later and later, basically they came here to avoid being reprimanded by Inspector William.When Zhou Mao came to the police station, there were not many people inside.After greeting the people in the room, he sat down in his seat.

The sun gradually emerged from the thick fog, and the seats in the police station were gradually filled.After a while, the postman rang the bell and came to the gate of the police station.As usual, he didn't use the mailbox at the door, but directly put a large stack of letters on Zhou Mao's desk.

Zhou Mao was helpless.Since the No Footprint Killings stopped happening and the case was temporarily put on hold, he was in charge of sorting out the mail.Residents of this city often send letters to the police station, some to provide clues, some to report the case, but most of them complain and accuse the police of doing bad things.

Zhou Mao's job is to classify mail.Those sent to a single person were placed on their desks, while those sent to the police station required Zhou Mao to open and check each one, record valid information, and discard junk mail.

Zhou Mao began to sort letters by recipients.Several letters were addressed to Inspector William today.However, Inspector William waved his hand and didn't bother to check these emails at all, and let Zhou Mao handle them all on his behalf.

Zhou Mao sighed, so he had to open the envelope and read it.In the mail to Inspector William, there were several advertisements for private investigators, saying that they could be approached if they had any difficult cases; there were also letters complaining that Inspector William was not interested in their cases.For these mails, Zhou Mao always threw them directly into the trash can according to Inspector William's order.

The last letter was a bit odd.It had a recipient's address printed in blue ink, but no sender's address.A bad premonition arose in Zhou Mao's heart, he carefully opened the envelope, and a note fell out, on which was written the familiar little poem.

Fortunato is dead

Negroes in Oslo have brought in judges

…………

Zhou Mao frowned, and quickly stood up from the chair.Detective William was in a meeting at this time, Zhou Mao knocked on the door of the conference room and walked in directly.

"What's the matter, Tom?" Detective William seemed to be in a good mood, and didn't blame Zhou Mao for his rude intrusion.

"Inspector, you have received a letter." Zhou Mao said, and handed the letter paper and envelope to Inspector William: "I think I need to tell you."

Inspector William took the letter and glanced at it, his face suddenly turned pale.He closed his eyes, put his hands on his chest, and remained silent.

"What's wrong?" In the meeting room, the police officer next to Zhou Mao asked him curiously.

"It's the little poem about the serial murder case without footprints." Zhou Mao whispered, "I don't know who sent this poem to Inspector William."

"Well, I thought something was wrong." The police officer smiled indifferently. "I just wanted to make a suggestion. I think we have put this case on hold for too long. It is estimated that the family members of the deceased will have opinions. This letter must have been sent anonymously by some family member. Remind us to continue the investigation."

Zhou Mao nodded doubtfully. What the police officer said made sense, but Zhou Mao still had some doubts in his heart.

Detective William obviously agreed with the police officer's statement. He collected himself, put the letter back in Zhou Mao's hand, and told him to throw it away.

Zhou Mao closed the door and quietly left the conference room.He hesitated for a while, but still didn't throw the letter away, but secretly put it in his pocket.

When I got home from get off work in the afternoon, Paul was still sleeping.As usual, Zhou Mao moved a stool to sit in front of the bed, stroked Paul's hair, and took out a book to read.After reading it for a while, he couldn't help but took out the letter from his pocket, and looked at it carefully again.

"What are you looking at?" Paul woke up and looked at Zhou Mao with sleepy eyes.

"It's nothing." Zhou Mao said, folding up the paper, "You're awake."

"It's so mysterious." Paul smiled, and reached out to snatch the paper from Zhou Mao's hand, "Could it be a love letter written to you by someone else?"

"No!" Zhou Mao hurriedly explained, "It's that poem! I don't know why, Inspector William received a letter today with this poem in it."

When Paul saw the poem, his drowsy expression immediately disappeared.He frowned and quickly sat up from the bed.

Before Zhou Mao could react, Paul had already put on his coat and was about to go out. Seeing Zhou Mao who was staring blankly at him, Paul leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"I'm going out for a while, and I'll be right back," Paul said, smiling. "When I get back, let's go to the Indian restaurant on 12th Street for dinner."

Zhou Mao nodded, and at the same time was a little puzzled.After the two lived together, Paul rarely went out alone without telling him why.

But since he didn't say it, there must be his reasons.Zhou Mao thought, lowered his head and picked up a book to read.

When I went to work the next day, everything was still normal in the police station.Hannah came to work too.Finn has been doing a little better lately and seems to be able to get out of bed and walk around.

According to Hannah, Finn's birthday will be in a few days, and she wants to hold a birthday party for him.Zhou Mao agreed, and was secretly thinking about what gift to give Fein.

The postman delivered the letter again.Zhou Mao picked and picked, and again in the mail to Inspector William, he found a letter with no title and printed in blue ink.Zhou Mao felt bad, and hurriedly opened the letter.

The letter was no longer the little poem, but a short note, which read:

At 9:5 p.m., come down to Building [-] on Apple Tree Avenue.I know you killed Gray.

Hannah, who was sitting next to her, saw Zhou Mao's complexion changed drastically, and she also leaned over to see the note.Her expression also became panicked.

"Give this note to Inspector William." Hannah urged Zhou Mao.

Without her reminding, Zhou Mao quickly knocked on Inspector William's office door and handed him the note.

When Detective William saw the note, his hands immediately trembled, and he slumped on the chair.He stared blankly at the front, and murmured: "Sure enough, I knew he would not let me go..."

"Inspector William?" Zhou Mao was a little puzzled when he heard his words, and couldn't help asking: "Do you know anything?"

"No, no!" Inspector William shuddered and came back to his senses. "I don't understand what this note means at all! I don't know which psychopath sent it to me. Could it be that he sent it to the wrong person?"

"Detective." Zhou Mao looked at him suspiciously.

Inspector William was uncomfortable seeing Zhou Mao's gaze, so he couldn't help raising his voice: "Officer Tom, what do you want to question me at this time?"

"No." Zhou Mao put away his doubts: "I just want to know, at 9 o'clock tonight, inspector, will you go to the place mentioned in this note."

"I..." Inspector William seemed to want to refuse, but was interrupted by a voice in the corner: "Inspector, you should go."

Zhou Mao turned his head and saw the freckled red-haired police officer sitting on a stool in the corner.Before Zhou Mao came in, he seemed to be discussing something with Inspector William.

The red-haired officer - his name was Adam - cleared his throat and said gravely to Inspector William, "I think you should go. If the murderer gave you a note, it was a way to lure him out and we arrest him." Great opportunity for him."

Seeing that the detective was still hesitating, Officer Adam glanced at Zhou Mao and continued: "To ensure your safety, Tom and I will ambush around, and the murderer will not hurt you."

Zhou Mao nodded: "Yes, I will protect you with Officer Adam."

Hannah who was next to her had been silent all this time, but she also said at this time: "I agree, and I request Officer Tom and Officer Adam to protect you together." She smiled: "No matter how powerful the murderer is, it is impossible to repeat it again and again." A police|| murderer under the nose of the police."

Under the unanimous request of the three police officers, Inspector William finally agreed hesitantly.After that, he has been showing a restless state, constantly walking back and forth in the police station.until nightfall.

Zhou Mao looked at his pocket watch, it was already 8 o'clock.He, Officer Hannah and Adam, are already at the gate of the police station, ready to go.Only Inspector William dawdled for a long time before moving from the office to the door.

Officer Adam seemed very impatient and wanted to urge Inspector William, but Zhou Mao quietly stopped him.

"It's understandable for the inspector to hesitate, after all, it's a matter of life and death." Zhou Mao whispered: "Let's not rush him."

Adam nodded.Several people walked out of the gate of the police station together.Inspector William walked ahead, and the three men followed at a distance.

Apple Tree Avenue is an old street in this city. A few years ago, a fire broke out and many houses were destroyed.It is basically uninhabited now and has become a ghost street.Citizens seldom go anywhere, even for wandering.

Zhou Mao didn't know what kind of house No. 5 Apple Tree Avenue was, he just followed the inspector and walked slowly.

At a quarter of an hour before 9 o'clock, the four arrived at their destination.It is a 3 storey building in a state of disrepair.The door and the bed were tightly locked by the iron fence, but the adobe wall was cracked many gaps, but it was difficult for even a minor child to get through.

Adam, Hannah, and Zhou Mao hid far away in the corner of other buildings, watching Inspector William standing in front of the door of Building 5.

Hannah looked at it for a while, frowned, and whispered to Zhou Mao: "No, this is too dangerous, I have to remind the inspector."

After finishing speaking, Hannah walked out from the corner, and whispered a few words in Inspector William's ear.The inspector nodded, took a few steps back, and leaned his back against the wall.

"What did you say to the inspector?" Zhou Mao asked when Hannah returned to the corner.

"I put him against the wall to prevent the killer from attacking from behind," Hannah said. "Both the mayor and Detective Brown died from back wounds. If Detective William leaned against the wall, the murderer would have been unable to strike."

"That's a good way." Adam nodded in agreement.He looked at his pocket watch: "It's 5 o'clock in five minutes."

The three of them held their breath and stared in the direction of Inspector William, but the murderer did not appear for a long time.I don't know how much time passed, Zhou Mao felt that he was motionless, his hands and feet were a little stiff from the cold.Detective William also seemed a little impatient, and began to look left and right.

Suddenly, Detective William's movements stopped, his mouth grew wide, his eyes widened, as if something surprised and frightened him.He waved his hands wildly, then dropped them limply, as if trying to call for help, and finally exhausted himself.

Zhou Mao watched helplessly as he leaned against the wall, slid down slowly, and then fell face down on the ground.

Everything around is so quiet.It seems like nothing happened.Inspector William lay motionless on the ground, a long and thin wound on his back was still gushing blood.

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