The love I killed is back

The police and electricians were unable to reach the hotel until nightfall, and many passengers used the flashlights that came with their mobile phones, while those who did not have power banks to support their mobile phones had to use candles distributed by the hotel.

For a moment, white and yellow light spots flashed throughout the hotel, and everyone's faces were reflected inexplicably and strangely.

Mo Wenliang was one of those people who didn't have a power bank. Of course, he didn't have the money to buy one. He took the candle handed over by the waiter and asked, "Doesn't the hotel have a generator?"

The attendant said, "The generator happened to be broken."

Did all the bad things come together?What a coincidence, Mo Wenliang lit a candle with a lighter and walked back slowly.

"Mr. Mo!"

A voice behind him called to stop Mo Wenliang, and he turned around to see that the person in charge was Yuebei.

Mo Wenliang said, "What's the matter?"

Yuebei said: "The police couldn't arrive in a short time. The person next to me happened to be a forensic doctor. He said he wanted to see the body."

At this moment, Mo Wenliang looked at the gentle-looking man beside Yue Bei, and stretched out his hand, "Hello, my surname is Mo."

Zhang Yu had a wry smile on his face: "Miangui's surname is Zhang. I originally came out on vacation to relax because I saw too many dead bodies. I didn't expect to encounter such a thing."

Mo Wenliang didn't know what to say, he just choked out two words: "My condolences."

Zhang Yu: "..."

"If you want to see it, let's go. It would be even better if the murderer can be caught before the police arrive." Mo Wenliang turned and left after speaking.

Zhang Yu forced a smile, and said to Yue Bei: "Mr. Mo is a very interesting person."

"Yeah." Yue Bei was quite calm. After all, Mo Wenliang dared to sleep on a bed with a dead body. Although the other party didn't know there was a dead body before, it could be seen from the calm expression that the other party was not afraid.

When they came to the room, Zhang Yu took a look under the bed with his mobile phone. As expected of a professional counterpart, he got up and said without changing his face: "There are too few clues to see this way."

Viet Bei asked, "Do you want to move the body out?"

Zhang Yu shook his head: "The crime scene cannot be destroyed."

Mo Wenliang quickly came up with a solution: "Just move the bed away, and call a few more people to help."

Soon the bed was moved away with the help of the security guards called by Yuebei. This time, not only Zhang Yu, but even Mo Wenliang and Yuebei saw more strange places.

Yuebei raised a hand to cover the corpse's face, but he recognized the clothes on the corpse at a glance: "Huh? Why is she wearing our hotel cleaner's clothes?"

Mo Wenliang squinted his eyes. If he didn't know Zheng Xiumei, this person with no makeup on his face and wearing loose overalls would be two extremes of the sexy and beautiful Zheng Xiumei.

Zheng Xiumei seemed to be deliberately disguising her identity.

Zhang Yu put on a mask and gloves and went to work. He quickly analyzed: "The deceased was about 26-28 years old. There were traces of cosmetics on his face. He died within 40 hours. He was strangled to death, um..."

Yue Bei had long been standing in the distance and was unwilling to come over. According to him, being in the same room with the corpse made him suffocate.

Seeing Zhang Yu's unnatural expression, Mo Wenliang asked, "Dr. Zhang, did you find anything?"

"En," Zhang Yu stretched out his hand and raised Zheng Xiumei's head slightly. This action made the bruises on her neck more obvious. "The shape of the strangles is like an iron chain."

"I've seen people who loved death because of their speciality, and they also had this kind of strangle marks, but it's obvious that the deceased was well-dressed, which ruled out this possibility."

"Then let's find out which passenger is wearing a chain!" Although Yue Bei didn't dare to look at them, he kept paying attention to their conversation, and immediately said when he heard that the murder weapon was a chain.

Mo Wenliang glanced at him: "Do you still want the passenger to throw you another bottle?"

Yue Bei couldn't help touching his gauze-covered forehead, and immediately gave up his mind.

Zhang Yu said: "The murderer wouldn't take such an obvious thing with him, he probably lost it long ago."

More Zhang Yu couldn't tell, after all, he was on vacation, and he didn't have any tools, so he could only make a general judgment. He asked Mo Wenliang: "Do you know the deceased?"

Mo Wenliang nodded and said: "Yes, her name is Zheng Xiumei, and I am a college classmate, but I haven't contacted her since we graduated from college. This time she came to play with three other people."

Zhang Yu was a little surprised: "Since we knew each other, it's no coincidence that she died under your bed."

Mo Wenliang said meaningfully: "Yes, especially she died under my bed wearing a hotel cleaner's clothes."

Zhang Yu looked at Mo Wenliang's calm face from the beginning to the end in front of him. Normal people would feel terrified when they found a dead person hidden under their bed, especially when the death situation was still so miserable, they would be as scared as Yuebei. look.

In addition, Mo Wenliang knew the deceased, and Zhang Yu felt that the other party was the murderer for a moment, but he didn't think the murderer would do such a thing like shouting "stop the thief".

Zhang Yu found a piece of white cloth to help cover the body, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that there seemed to be something in the pocket of the deceased. He reached in and took out a room card.

Mo Wenliang approached with a candle, and he saw the number on the room card: "This is the room card for my room."

Zhang Yu asked: "Did you lose your room card?"

Mo Wenliang took out the room card from his pocket: "It's still there, I'll ask my friend who lives with me later if the room card is lost."

The group of them walked out of the room. Zhang Yu took out his mobile phone and checked for a signal: "I will contact the police to explain the situation. This room can no longer be occupied. Mr. Yue remember to find someone to guard it and don't let anyone come in again."

Yue Bei nodded: "I see."

Mo Wenliang turned around and left, Yue Bei subconsciously asked, "Where is Mr. Mo going?"

Mo Wenliang said: "Walk casually, why?"

Yue Bei is still suspicious of Mo Wenliang, but he is not a policeman who can restrict the other party's actions. He smiled politely: "No, I just asked if I should give you an extra candle, after all, it burns."

Mo Wenliang: "...then give me one."

Mo Wenliang walked holding the candle. The news of the dead man had spread, and some travelers even directly recognized him as the person who lived in the room where the dead man was found, looking at him with fear and disgust.

Mo Wenliang could directly feel the emotions represented by these gazes, and there was no disturbance in his heart. Compared with the days when everyone pointed at him because of the photos, these things in front of him are simply nothing.

Aunt Gan was very worried about Mo Wenliang after learning about this incident, and she also blamed herself for choosing this resort. Fortunately, Yu Xin was by her side, and her mood was relatively stable.

It's great... With people who care about each other and rely on each other, Mo Wenliang lowered his eyes, but the flickering flame of the candle could not illuminate his dark eyes.

Soon Mo Wenliang stopped in a room and knocked on the door.

"Who?" A voice came from inside the door after a while.

Mo Wenliang: "It's me, Mo Wenliang."

The door was opened immediately, and a bright light came over, Mo Wenliang subconsciously closed his eyes and turned his head away.

The light moved away quickly, and Zhou Mengnan asked in a bad tone: "How do you know that I live in this room?"

Mo Wenliang said indifferently: "You can know which room I live in, so why can't I know?"

Zhou Mengnan was startled, he looked down and looked around for no one: "Come in."

When Mo Wenliang walked in, Zhou Mengnan closed the door and immediately asked, "What do you want to say?"

Mo Wenliang raised his eyes, and for a moment Zhou Mengnan seemed to see a trace of blood flashing across the eyes of the other party, but when he looked closely, there was nothing.

"Jung Soo-mi is dead, she died in my room," Mo Wenliang said calmly while holding a candle, "What do you want to say about this?"

Zhou Mengnan's heart was beating fast, he tried his best to hide it, and said with a sneer, "What can I say to you, a murderer?"

Mo Wenliang said, "Oh? You mean I killed Zheng Xiumei?"

Zhou Mengnan clenched his hands: "Otherwise? Do you want to say that she committed suicide in your room? You are a pervert who likes men. I am totally..."

Before Zhou Mengnan finished speaking, Mo Wenliang suddenly blew out the candle in his hand, and the room fell into darkness for a moment.

Zhou Mengnan was startled immediately, as soon as he raised his phone, he saw Mo Wenliang who was already close in front of him.

Mo Wenliang pressed Zhou Mengnan's face and bumped him against the wall a few times, then grabbed his neck.When making this series of actions, his face remained indifferent: "You are right, if I want to kill someone, it is easier than crushing an ant."

Zhou Mengnan felt pain in his head, and he found that the hands holding his neck were as hard as pliers, and he gradually found it difficult to breathe: "Let go... let go!"

When Zhou Mengnan was about to pass out, Mo Wenliang let go of his hand. He watched the latter's body slowly sliding down and said coldly: "Zheng Xiumei took my room card and pretended to be a cleaner, and was killed in the end." Put it under my bed. You know at least half of the cause and effect here, but I know you won't say it, right?"

Zhou Mengnan touched his sore neck and stared at Mo Wenliang.

Mo Wenliang lit the candle again, his face was warm under the firelight, and he said: "I came here just for the sake of our university classmates, and to tell you something, the forensic doctor only found the room from Zheng Xiumei. Card."

Zhou Mengnan froze when he heard these words.

Mo Wenliang had been observing Zhou Mengnan, seeing his reaction, he knew that there must have been other things on Zheng Xiumei's body at that time, but those things were not found on the body.

It seemed that it was taken away by the murderer, there was no need for Mo Wenliang to stay any longer, he turned and left the room directly.

And Zhou Mengnan didn't even know when Mo Wenliang would leave. He looked terrified and froze for a long time before thinking of taking out his phone and calling Tao Zimo, but at the last moment he chose to hang up.

"The phone on Zheng Xiumei's body was taken away by that fugitive..." Zhou Mengnan murmured.Of course he knew what that meant.

It means that the fugitive saw Zheng Xiumei's phone - the chat messages of the few of them.