Chapter 155 Love Poems

The next morning, Jiang Xu and his friends got up and saw the police waiting in the living room.

"Comrade police, have you found the murderer?"

The policeman shook his head: "We have some clues, but not much."

Then, the police introduced the investigation results from last night.

"The deceased had an obvious cut wound on his neck. Apart from that, there were no other external injuries. The time of death was around 11 to 12 o'clock the night before."

"The murder weapon was the knife next to it, but there were no fingerprints on it."

"There were no surveillance cameras nearby. We checked the surveillance camera at the entrance to the residential complex and indeed found a strange man in black."

Upon hearing this, the barrage of comments started to fill up quickly.

[Oh shit, this doesn't feel good!]

【Could it be that what the male ghost said was true? 】

【The male god was really betrayed? 】

【Ahhh, no! 】

[Everyone, don't be impatient. The male ghost is obviously mentally twisted and has a misogynistic tendency.

He may have just seen a man, but people with a dirty heart see everything as dirty, so it's just a dirty guess.

[Maybe it was a thief who was scouting the area, but was discovered and killed to silence him!]

Upon hearing this, the guests' hearts skipped a beat.

"Have you found out who it is?"

The policeman shook his head: "Not yet."

"That person was wrapped very tightly and was deliberately trying to avoid surveillance. We won't find any results for a while."

"Also, Mo Bei told us that he can always feel that Tang Ruojin's ghost is still there, so I would like to ask everyone, Master Jiang, to go over and take a look."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes brightened a little.

Zhao Xin: "Yes, isn't it said that if a person has strong obsessions after death, they will not be able to enter the underworld and reincarnate?"

Is it necessary to eliminate obsession?

Tang Ruojin was murdered so cruelly. Not to mention revenge, at least he must see the murderer caught and brought to justice before he can leave with peace of mind, right?

If we can find Tang Ruojin's ghost, wouldn't the current mystery be solved?

The police thought so too.

Although outsiders are generally not allowed to enter the crime scene in order to preserve the scene.

But there are also metaphysical elements involved in this matter.

Moreover, the throat-slitting murder case was already a heinous one, and the victim was the wife of a celebrity. The incident quickly fermented and attracted widespread attention.

Public pressure is also increasing. Both the victim's family and the police hope that the case can be solved quickly.

Everyone turned their heads and their eyes fell on Jiang Xu.

Jiang Xu's eyes paused.

After thinking about it, he nodded.

"Okay, let's go check it out."

So, after breakfast, the group entered the villa again, accompanied by professional police officers.

Because of Mo Bei's reaction, he was also taken to the scene by the police.

His face was pale and haggard. When he saw Jiang Xu and his group, he barely stood up by supporting himself on the armrest of the sofa.

It seems like it can be blown away by the wind.

Zhao Xin quickly said, "Teacher Mo, please sit down first."

Mo Bei ignored him, looked at Jiang Xu, and said anxiously: "Master Jiang, I always feel that Ruojin is still by my side. She must still be by my side, right?"

Jiang Xu looked him up and down and said calmly, "No."

"What, how is this possible?" Mo Bei opened his eyes wide.

Jiang Xu looked him straight in the eye and repeated, "Even here, I haven't seen Tang Ruojin's ghost."

Mo Bei was in a trance for a moment and fell onto the sofa.

His lips moved as he murmured to himself, "But I can still feel Ruojin is by my side."

"Looking at me tenderly like before, no, she must not have left yet..."

[Wow, please stop crying, my idol. I'm about to cry.]

【He really loves the male god. 】

[I feel so bad…]

[The male god was already in a bad mood, and this incident was a huge blow to him.]

[Ahhh, I want to know who the murderer is right now. Damn it!]

After comforting Mo Bei, the police officer said, "Master Jiang, you can also look around and look for clues."

Everyone dispersed and started looking for clues.

Jiang Xu walked around and looked at the loving photo of Mo Bei and Tang Ruojin on the sideboard, his eyes flashing.

After a while, he sighed softly.

Tang Yue walked into the study.

They are just some books and paintings, nothing special.

When she was about to leave, she suddenly saw a lot of rice paper in the trash can.

When I unfolded it, I saw someone practicing calligraphy.

At this moment, footsteps were heard behind him. He looked up and saw that it was Mo Bei.

Tang Yue casually sighed: "Teacher Mo's calligraphy is really good."

Mo Bei said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, just practicing casually."

Tang Yue: "But why did you stop writing before finishing so many papers?"

Almost all the rice papers on the ground were not finished with writing. Many were only half written, or even only had one or two words written on them, and then thrown on the ground.

“I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”

“If something has a flaw, no matter how perfect the rest of it is, I still feel it’s not quite perfect…”

[I feel the same way. When I practice calligraphy, if I don't write a single character correctly, I feel like the whole piece of paper is ruined.]

[The male god looks so haggard, I feel so distressed. ]

Mo Bei's face was haggard, with a wry smile on the corner of his lips. He said, "I have some written works. If Miss Tang likes them, I can give you some."

"Oh, no, thanks."

Tang Yue shook his head and didn't find any special clues, so he was about to go out.

Turning around, I saw Jiang Xu at the door.

Mo Bei greeted her and walked out.

"Master Jiang, is there anything else in this study?" Tang Yue asked curiously when she saw her coming.

Jiang Xu withdrew his gaze and shook his head.

The two of them walked around the hall again, and suddenly a low cry was heard.

Everyone rushed over and saw Zhao Xin and Mo Bei standing in the sun room.

Mo Bei in front looked pale and dazed.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Jiatong asked in confusion.

Hearing this, Zhao Xin turned back awkwardly, and they exchanged glances, shaking their heads in confusion.

He doesn't know either.

Just now, he and Mo Bei arrived here.

Suddenly, Mo Bei's face changed drastically, and then that was it.

Mo Bei's whole body went limp, and he sat on the chair, his shoulders shaking constantly, and a piece of paper in his hand fell to the ground.

Qiao Jiatong and the others came over to take a look out of curiosity.

There is a poem written on it:

The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, and the Milky Way is passing by in the dark.

When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world.

A love poem.

[Wow, this must be the love poem that the male god once wrote to the goddess Tang! ]

[Now seeing this scene again... wow, it's so sharp.]

[But, I have my idol's signature, and his handwriting isn't like this!]

Everyone was also confused by Mo Bei's reaction. Before they could speak, they heard him say hoarsely:

"This sunroom is Ruojin's favorite place."

"She always likes to read and write here. Just now, I walked over here and for some reason wanted to sit down and feel it, but I found this piece of paper."

Everyone's eyes trembled slightly, thinking that he was moved by the scene. Just as they were about to comfort him, they heard him say:

“But, I didn’t write this.”

Everyone:!

"It's not Ruojin's handwriting either. This definitely couldn't have been written by Ruojin!"