A line was drawn with a red pen on the location of the crime. Several people were squatting by the railing, measuring height and other data.

Mo Nanjue raised his legs and walked over. He observed the furnishings here. Although the railings were not high, if he wanted to fall down, he would have to push hard...

It seems that Lu Yuwei must have been arguing with someone before he fell from the building.

People with his personality generally won't conflict with others...

Mo Nanjue's obsidian eyes glanced back and forth on the seat, and then suddenly settled on the blood stain on the left corner of the sofa.

The sofa is white, and when the bar is open, the whole place is filled with neon lights. The camera can't take a clear picture, let alone see whether there is blood.

Those who surveyed didn't pay attention either.

Mo Nanjue walked over and squatted down. The blood was just stained. There were only a few spots on it. It was obvious that it was splashed on due to some movement.

If he died after falling from a building, why would there be blood stains on the sofa on the second floor?

The people below said just now that there was no fierce fighting on the second floor and no blood was seen.

The only possibility is that before Lu Yuwei fell, he reached out and grabbed the person who pushed him, so blood spattered...

Mo Nanjue straightened up, turned around and hurried downstairs.

The bartending counter on the first floor was badly smashed, with glass shards and drinks everywhere, making it difficult to clean up immediately.

Mo Nanjue raised his legs and stepped in. He thought that since Lu Yuwei had grabbed the person who pushed him, he must have torn something off, otherwise he would not have fought to the death to grab him.

Either a bracelet or a ring...

Mo Nanjue's sharp eyes were searching for the messy debris. At this time, the captain in charge walked in and said, "Let's all go to the first floor to see if there is anything missing from the victim. It may be a key clue."

"yes, sir!"

Many people walked down. Mo Nanjue took a piece of broken wood and poked it in a wine bottle. The moment he turned his head, something reflective flashed across his eyes...

There?!

Mo Nanjue hurriedly threw away the wooden stick in his hand, put on his white gloves, squatted down and took away several broken wine bottles.

A bloody ring lay quietly on the ground.

Diamonds shine brightly under the light...

One look at it and you can tell it's worth a lot of money, and it's definitely not something ordinary people would buy.

Mo Nanjue's eyes flashed, and when he was about to pick it up, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder, and the captain's voice came, "Did you find anything?"

Mo Nanjue's face sank. He lowered the brim of his hat with one hand, pretended to be unstable with the other and pushed it toward the ground. The moment his palm touched the ground, he successfully hooked the ring into his ring finger.

A series of actions are completed in one go.

There were tiny shards of glass piercing into the palm of his hand. Mo Nanjue stood up coldly and said, "Not found."

The man moved so quickly that the captain didn't notice it. He wanted to pat his shoulder but found that he was very tall and couldn't reach him. He had to focus on his hand and said, "Your hand is bleeding. Go outside and bandage it in the car. Remember, in the future

Don't wear a ring when investigating a case, it's expressly prohibited."

Mo Nanjue said nothing, turned around and strode outside.

The captain looked back at his back. Why didn't he remember that any of his men were so tall?

After returning to the sports car, the policeman woke up just as he opened the car door. Mo Nanjue pulled him out, threw his police uniform and police hat to him, and the man stepped into the driver's seat and slammed the car door.

The sports car brushed his arm and drove out...
Chapter completed!