[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao copied John Gray's address into his notepad.This address is undoubtedly the answer to the poem.But he was still full of doubts.

"Why did the murderer hide this address in the poem and put it next to the deceased?" Zhou Mao looked up at Paul and asked.

Paul shrugged slightly: "Probably only the murderer knows about this." He tapped the edge of the bed lightly with his knuckles, and lay down on his side: "Go to this address tomorrow to have a look."

Zhou Mao nodded, and glanced at the note with the poem written on it. “I find this poem very strange,” he said. “Its intentions are vague and its content is not very appropriate. Without your help, it can be interpreted in another way.”

"Yes." Paul chuckled, and said, "This poem is considered a very poor level among the puzzles of mystery novels." He took out a note from Zhou Mao's hand and rubbed it with his fingertips: " The author is probably using this poem to find someone who can match his heart."

"Paul," Zhou Mao noticed some changes in Paul's expression: "You know the murderer. Can you tell me what kind of person he is?"

Paul's eyelashes trembled slightly, a sad look flashed across his face, and then disappeared instantly.

"He's a stubborn guy. Infuriatingly stubborn." Paul shook his head, as if unwilling to say more.He held Zhou Mao to his chest.

"Stop talking about the case, read a book with me." He said softly.

Zhou Mao was held in Paul's arms, and accompanied him to read the original English book in a daze. Halfway through the reading, he fell asleep in Paul's arms unconsciously.When someone came to work the next morning, he was awakened by the movement upstairs.

He opened his sleepy eyes, stood up from Paul's arms, suddenly realized that he had been held by Paul all night, rubbed his arms for him embarrassedly, then said goodbye to Paul, and walked upstairs quickly.

Zhou Mao found Adam and made up a random story using that poem as the background, saying that he had deciphered the address hidden in the poem, and asked Adam to send a few people to follow him to No. 103 Woweike Street.Although Adam had a skeptical expression, he still took a few people and left with Zhou Mao himself.

Zhou Mao proposed to let Paul go with him, and Adam did not object, but asked Zhou Mao to handcuff him.

A group of people came to the door of John Gray's house at No. 103 Woweike Street.This is a very beautiful villa, but the roof and walls are dilapidated due to no one living in it for a long time.

Zhou Mao and the others walked through the overgrown courtyard and came to the door of the house.Since the police have come here many times to investigate Gray's disappearance, they have the keys to the house.Adam directly picked up the key and opened the door.

Zhou Mao walked into the house and looked it up and down.The furnishings of the house are still neat and gorgeous, but they are all covered with a thick layer of dust.After Adam gave the order, the group searched the house separately.

Zhou Mao didn't know what he was looking for, but he just intuitively checked if there was anything related to the murder case.After a two-hour search, results were disappointing, with no one finding anything relevant to the case.

Adam sighed, but he didn't blame Zhou Mao, he just directed people to prepare to leave.

Zhou Mao was puzzled.Could it be that my understanding is wrong?He looked at Paul, and Paul looked at him.

"Maomao," Paul said, but he said without beginning and ending: "Do you like Edgar Allan Poe?"

Zhou Mao nodded.He liked Poe and had read a great deal about him, but he didn't know why Paul asked him that question.

"'Fortunato is dead'," Paul smiled slightly: "The character Fortunato comes from Edgar Allan Poe's novel A Cask of White Wine."

"Ah!" Zhou Mao trembled as if he had been electrocuted.He knows the story.In the story, Fortunato's friends sealed him alive in an alcove on the pretext of letting him admire a barrel of white wine.

"Go and see the alcove!" Zhou Mao hurriedly said to Adam. "Look in the alcove!"

Adam was at a loss, but he still did what Zhou Mao said.The east and west walls of Gray's living room are very thick. There are three alcoves in the east, which contain statues of Jesus and handicrafts, while a huge blanket is hung in the west.

Adam lifted the blanket, and there was a flat wall under the blanket.He touched the wall with his hand and frowned.

"Knock the wall open with a tool." Adam ordered his police officers.

The police officers quickly brought tools. Zhou Mao originally thought that such a thick wall should be difficult to break, but he didn't expect that the police officers just knocked hard twice, and a piece of brick wall mixed with cement fell off. fell to the ground and shattered.

The dense white bones are particularly dazzling in a mess of broken bricks and cement.

Adam's expression was extremely ugly. "Keep knocking," he ordered the officer.

Soon, three niche-shaped traces appeared on the west wall.A large number of bones fell off along with cement and bricks.Zhou Mao and the others put the bones together, and they just formed the bones of three human bodies.

These should be the three missing members of the Gray family.

Adam stared at the three corpses palely for a while, then closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Take the skeleton back to the police station for further investigation." He ordered the police officer beside him, "At the same time, find out the investigation report of Gray's disappearance 10 years ago, and investigate the people who had close contacts with Gray."

"Tom," Adam turned around and looked at Zhou Mao: "Did you really understand this address from the poem?"

Zhou Mao nodded, he hesitated for a moment, and then repeated his made-up understanding to Adam.

Adam's expression softened a little, and he patted Zhou Mao's shoulder.

"Well done." He said, "In this way, we not only have the hope of cracking the disappearance case 10 years ago, but also have a goal in the no-trace homicide case."

He pondered: "Since the murderer gave us this poem and let us discover Gray's body, it must be someone who is closely related to the Gray family. The motive of killing may be to avenge Gray."

"However," Zhou Mao's expression was a bit tangled, "if this statement is made, doesn't it directly confirm that the mayor, Detective Brown and Detective William may all be the murderers of Gray?"

"That's right." Adam sighed, and said, "But they are also dead at the same time. And the task of our police |" His expression became serious: "It is to find out the truth for the dead. No matter what happened to the dead An ordinary person, or a murderer."

He looked at Zhou Mao and smiled slightly: "It is thanks to you that I made a breakthrough this time. As a reward, I will give you half a day off today." He pointed at Paul at the same time, "Your vampire friend is also temporarily Free. But you have to take responsibility and watch over him."

After finishing speaking, Adam waved his hand and left Gray's house with the police officers carrying the bones.

Looking at Adam's back, Zhou Mao turned around and opened Paul's handcuffs.

"Let's go too," he said.

Paul looked at the sun that had risen in the mist outside the window, with a hesitant expression.

Zhou Mao smiled, took off his coat and covered Paul's head: "Is this all right? Let's go."

Paul looked at Zhou Mao, didn't speak, but reached out to wrap him in his arms, and then jumped onto the windowsill.

"Take off your clothes casually like this, what if you catch a cold?" He lightly bit Zhou Mao's ear, then hugged him tightly and flew out.

Zhou Mao's face was pressed against Paul's chest, he looked down and saw many people on the street looking up to see them fly by, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

"You don't need to fly with me." Zhou Mao was hugged tightly by Paul, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not cold. The journey home is very short, so I won't catch a cold."

Then he muttered again: "Your body temperature is not high, hugging it is like hugging a log, it is not warm at all."

"Really?" Paul snorted through his nose, licked Zhou Mao's neck with the tip of his tongue, and at the same time grabbed Zhou Mao's buttocks restlessly: "Then let's do something to warm you up now Bar."

"No!" Zhou Mao trembled all over: "I was wrong! I was wrong! Let's fly seriously!"

Paul laughed and flew higher.

Zhou Mao originally planned to let Paul go home first, and then go to the bookstore to choose a birthday present for Finn.Fein's birthday party will arrive the day after tomorrow, but Zhou Mao has not had time to prepare because of Paul's detention these days.He planned to take advantage of today's rare half-day vacation to go to the bookstore to choose a picture album for Finn as a gift.

Paul didn't seem to be sleepy. Regardless of Zhou Mao's refusal, he insisted on coming to the bookstore with Zhou Mao.When the two landed at the door of the bookstore, they naturally attracted everyone's attention.Zhou Mao wished he could dig a hole in the ground and get in.

Paul seemed to be used to the eyes of everyone. He pushed Zhou Mao, who was embarrassed, and walked into the bookstore calmly.

Paul said that he wanted to read the new novel, and Zhou Mao went directly to the children's book area.He turned a few times around the bookshelf of the picture album, but still couldn't find the book he wanted.

"Haven't you decided yet?" Paul had finished browsing the popular novel section and came to Zhou Mao's side.

"Hmm..." Zhou Mao browsed the books on the bookshelf: "When Fein and Hannah were on duty at the police station, I specially found a picture album with cats in the warehouse for her to read. I think this child should I really like cats, and there are no cats in this city. I just want to find a picture book about cats..."

"You can't find picture books about cats." Paul looked at Zhou Mao and patted his head lovingly: "After the mayor's daughter was bitten to death, not only the cat was killed, but all the books about cats were also banned .Now no one dares to sell this kind of book, and few people mention the word cat."

Zhou Mao's expression suddenly became a little strange, and soon, he changed into a disappointed expression.

"This city is really terrible." He said: "Not only can't masturbate, you can't even enjoy looking at pictures. What's the point of life."

Paul smiled softly: "You really like cats." He seemed to remember something, patted his forehead, and said to Zhou Mao: "I almost forgot, I have to go far away, and I won't be going home tonight. Come back tomorrow afternoon. You can sleep by yourself tonight."

Zhou Mao blinked: "Where are you going?"

Paul smiled: "I'll tell you when I get back."

"Adam just asked me to supervise you," Zhou Mao said helplessly, "But if you want to leave, I can't stop you, right?"

Paul approached Zhou Mao and wanted to kiss him on the cheek: "I won't do anything bad. Trust me."

"I believe you believe you." Zhou Mao was afraid of being seen by others, so he dodged a little: "You must come back on time."

"Yes." Seeing that the kiss on Zhou Mao's cheek was unsuccessful, Paul took Zhou Mao's hand and kissed the back of his hand, and said with a smile, "When I come back, let's go to the dim sum shop you mentioned and line up together. "

"Yeah." Zhou Mao nodded. "That `s a deal."

"It's a deal." Paul turned around smiling, and then quickly turned around again.

"It's going to snow tomorrow. Be careful not to catch a cold." Paul said, and before Zhou Mao could react, he quickly kissed Zhou Mao on the face, then smiled and waved, and disappeared outside the door of the bookstore.

The author has something to say:

The killer and modus operandi will be revealed in the next chapter!I don't know if anyone has guessed who the murderer is...