"I've checked his entire body. Other than the wound on his neck, there's no other place that could be fatal.”Wen Nanling listened to the approaching footsteps and said calmly," We can only dissect the body. Have you contacted the family?”
"Third Mo's family is in the countryside. It will take some time to contact her family.”Xiao Yu sat on a chair at the side and frowned." So, we might have to put aside the clues regarding the corpse for a while.”
"Don't worry, the clues are all found by people.”
Wen Nanling patted Xiao Yu's shoulder to comfort him and sat down on a chair." But what's strange is that An Wuqing said that she kept hearing the rustling of pen and paper at night, which proves that Third Mo had been drawing. But when we arrived at the scene, the paper under Third Mo's head was very clean. There was nothing drawn, not even blood. Isn't it too clean?"”
Wen Nanling tilted his head and asked Xiao Yu. His index finger and thumb kept rubbing against each other. His train of thought was blocked here, so how could it not flow smoothly?
"That can only prove that Third Mo's painting was taken away by someone. Since it was taken away, how can we investigate?”Xiao Yu scratched his head in frustration. In the morning, he was so flustered when he was informed of a murder that he washed his face in a hurry. He did not even shave his beard. Even now, his mind was not clear.
"Xiao Yu, you went out too early today. Did you leave your brain at home?”Wen Nanling had a hopeless look on his face. "The more hidden something is, the more important it is. Don't you think that after being a police officer for so long, you've forgotten the most fundamental truth?”
" So you mean…" Xiao Yu rubbed his stubble with his hand and pondered," The missing painting may tell us some crucial clues.”
"Of course, this is just a guess, but Third Mo's painting can at least tell us what she experienced.”
Wen Nanling narrowed his eyes and looked ahead. No one knew what he was looking at. He continued to speak slowly," If everything is based on conventional reasoning, Third Mo must have committed suicide. However, I don't think this is the result we are looking for.
Moreover, no matter how eccentric Third Mo was, he would not end his life in such a torturous way. Since the dead can't speak, we should use another way to hear her answer.”
Wen Nanling's index finger and thumb gradually slowed down.
"How can I use another method? If I sleep now, will she come to me in my dreams?”Xiao Yu yawned and said absentmindedly. It was obvious that he did not listen to Nan Ling's words seriously when he was sleepy.
"Xiao Yu." Wen Nanling picked up a pair of tweezers and grabbed the stubble on Xiao Yu's chin. He pulled a few of them out.
"Ah!" Xiao Yu's eyes were in so much pain that tears fell from them. There were also small drops of blood on his chin. It seemed that it really hurt. "Wen Nanling, what are you doing?"
"Nothing much. I'm just letting you perk up.”Wen Nanling played with the tweezers in his hand and said,"
"I think I accidentally took the small tweezers used in the autopsy just now and moved your chin. What should I do?”Wen Nanling brought the tweezers closer to Xiao Yu's line of sight and looked at him with an aggrieved expression.
"Wen Nanling!" Xiao Yu was so angry that his voice was trembling.
"Haha, silly Xiao, I'm just teasing you. I didn't even use small tweezers in the autopsy just now.”Wen Nanling leaned back in his chair leisurely. He was in a good mood when he saw Xiao Yu's furious expression.
"You're still joking at a time like this.”Xiao Yu rubbed his chin and said awkwardly.
"Alright, now that you're completely energized, we should think about how to find the missing painting.”
"Yes." Xiao Yu and Wen Nanling's gazes landed on Third Mo at the same time, and no one knew what they were thinking…
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