At threeo' clock in the evening, a beautiful female police officer from the forensics department was carefully collecting evidence from the crime scene.
She was mainly in charge of the deceased's desk. She was holding professional equipment and checking something on the rice paper with the writing brush.
The next second, Ran Tao suddenly started to read a poem next to the female police officer,"
"I don't cultivate good things in my life, I only love to kill and set fire. "Suddenly, the Golden rope was untied, and the Jade lock was broken ..." Ran Tao raised his eyebrows at the female police officer."The tide of the Qiantang River came, and today, I know who I am!"
Ran Tao's words immediately caught the attention of the female police officer, who turned around and glanced at him.
Ran Tao immediately put on a cool look, pointed at the words on the rice paper, and said,""I feel that the artistic conception in these two poems is similar!"
