Quick time travel: Little sweet baby is spit up by the fluffy big guy

Chapter 49 Thriller Cruise Ship 9
"Again, dead again?"

A commotion erupted in the crowd, and everyone's eyes were terrified. No one was sure whether they would be the next victim, and fear spread rapidly like a plague.

Shen Wang entered the room, his eyes wandered around the room, and fixed on the dead man on the bed, he stepped forward a few steps, lowered his head and focused his eyes on the dead man.

His eyes widened in horror, more like disbelief, his dark and empty eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, and there was a bloodstain on his neck, which was inexplicably scary.

Shen Wan looked at it for a while without changing his expression, and came to a conclusion: "The carotid artery was cut, and he lost too much blood and died."

Fu Huaili stepped forward with a gloomy expression. He thought this person would be an important witness, but unexpectedly he died quietly in the room. Isn't the clue broken here?
His face was a little ugly.

"Who left the room last night?"

After the dinner, the person is still fine, but it is possible that he died in the later period.

Everyone's eyes fell on Sheng Li and Shen Du.

Sheng Li: "..."

The dog than the male protagonist and her fight, right?
"What are we doing again? Are you addicted to throwing pot?"

Seeing that Shen Wang didn't take the initiative to explain, but looked around the room, she twitched the corners of her lips, "He and I left the door on time at twelve o'clock in the morning. I also found a human head in the refrigerator, and then accidentally blew up the kitchen, and I had to come here to kill someone when I found time, so the experience of co-authoring for one night is quite colorful, right?"

The crowd fell silent.

Fu Huaili curled his lips coldly: "But at present, only you have been out at night, and you are the most suspected."

"That's not necessarily true." Shen Wang interrupted him lazily, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, "The banquet ends at ten o'clock, during the time period from ten o'clock to twelve o'clock, there should be other people who have gone out, right?"

Chris reminded them not to go out at night, night was counted at twelve o'clock, before that, did someone go out before that?
Shen Wang dragged out his tone unhurriedly: "Everyone might as well think about it, have your roommates ever left halfway?"

The hallway was silent.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed: "She, she left last night!"

The speaker was a lady wearing a famous brand. She pointed to a girl who looked to be in her early twenties with a surprised expression.

The girl's face turned pale immediately, and she quickly shook her head: "No, it's not me, I'm going out to borrow something."

The lady looked disbelieving: "What makes you take such a big risk to go out and borrow it?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the girl's face slowly turned red. She muttered, bit her lip and looked desperate: "My aunt is here, and she is looking for someone to borrow a sanitary napkin."

After speaking, the atmosphere fell into silence again.

When my aunt came, it was impossible to hold back.

Sheng Li blinked her eyes, with pure doubts in her eyes: "Why didn't you ask her to borrow it?"

She looked at the lady as she spoke.

The girl pursed her lips: "I asked, but she said no." And she was very impatient when she spoke.

Sheng Li frowned slightly.

The lady's eyes dodged a little: "I, I didn't know that you were borrowing this thing!"

"Speaking of..." A gentleman-looking elite man broke the embarrassing atmosphere, "Last night, around [-]:[-] or [-]:[-], I seemed to hear someone arguing in the corridor."

When he said this, someone immediately echoed: "Yes, I heard it too! It seems that something was broken! But I thought that one more thing would be better than one less thing, so I didn't go out to see..."

Shen Wang looked at the speaker: "Which room do you live in?"

The man answered honestly: "306."

The elite man pushed his glasses: "I live in 309."

They happen to be next to 307.

Sheng Li thought about it, she and Shen Jue live in 401, one floor apart, and the sound insulation here is good, so they didn't hear anything last night.

Shen Wang came to the corridor and turned around, his eyes paused, and he pointed to a place near the wall: "There is a vase missing here."

On the dark red carpet, there was a mark that was pressed by heavy objects. The furnishings on each floor were almost the same. Sheng Li recalled that there seemed to be a vase on the fourth floor.

This proves that someone did come out last night.

But when asked about those who were arguing, no one came forward and admitted.

307 is dead, so it is not appropriate to stay longer, and the group returned empty-handed, without finding any useful clues, and they were a little downcast.

Chris was standing in the corridor, with his hands folded in front of him, the corners of his lips slightly raised when he saw this, gloating in his eyes: "It seems that our murderer is hiding well."

His words immediately reminded everyone that there was another murderer hiding among them, like an invisible knife hanging above his head, and he didn't know when the knife would fall down.

Everyone's mood became more and more dull.

Sheng Li intentionally stayed behind the crowd and tugged on Shen Huang's sleeves. The other party looked down, and her voice was soft and soft: "You really didn't find anything?"

Hearing her words, Shen Wan raised the corners of his lips playfully: "What did you find?"

I really don't want to suffer.

She wrinkled her nose and lowered her voice to analyze seriously: "I think the murderer and the deceased are acquaintances."

A look of surprise flashed in Shen Ju's eyes, his interest became more intense, and the ending sound slightly raised: "Oh? How did you see that?"

Sheng Li recalled what she saw in the room just now, her slender eyebrows frowned slightly: "There was no sign of a strong struggle in the room, the deceased was an adult male, and he was not short, so the probability of being stabbed to death is not high.

At that time, no one was asleep, and if he called for help, he would be heard by the people in the next room, but before he could even resist and call for help, someone wiped his neck. Either the murderer was a professional killer, or he knew the murderer very well. The other party will kill him! "

She looked serious, and when she spoke, her eyelashes trembled rapidly, making Shen Zhu's palms itch slightly.

He praised casually: "The analysis is good."

Sheng Li looked up at him, a little dissatisfied: "What about you?"

That appearance seems to be saying, I have already expressed my thoughts, you should also reveal your thoughts, right?

She seemed to put them in the same camp for granted.

Shen Zhu raised his eyebrows lightly, and his voice was slightly lowered: "Your guess is right. I observed the direction of the knife edge of the deceased. Someone wiped his neck from the back. He treated strangers and normal people without knowing the identity of the murderer. A psychological defense line will be erected. If he can hand over his back to someone at will, that person must be someone he knows."

He drew a long tail, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes: "Besides, I also discovered a very interesting thing."

Sheng Li blinked her clear eyes without concealing her curiosity: "What's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)