This NPC really has a problem

The bearded head was bewildered.

Unconsciously, his hands and feet swung on the ground, knocking down the detergent in the bathroom.The cleaner in the plastic package was poured on the tiled floor, making a clear sound.

The cylindrical body of the bottle rolled into a corner.

The part that was hit was painful, and the bearded man let out a vague groan. He didn't notice that the footsteps stopped in the stairwell on the third floor.

The woman paused for a moment.

When the footsteps sounded again, the bearded man who finally caught the sound finally woke up.

He still maintained the posture of lying flat on the ground, his limbs were stiff at this time, and he was almost staring blankly.

The slow-rolling cleaner finally hits the wall.

It was another sound that could not be ignored in this dead environment.

Hey.

Hey.

The footsteps were getting closer.

The bearded man thought of the girl who picked on the idol in the evening. The girl wore a pair of white leather boots, which made a crisp sound when she stepped on the ground.

A soft sound seemed to be a signal for death.

The bearded man felt as if his throat was being choked, he felt difficult to breathe, and his whole body was so stiff that he seemed to have lost control of his body.

The blood-stained boots stopped in front of the door.

The knocking on the door sounded one after another.

The bearded man's eyeballs could suddenly turn, and he was like a corpse lying on the cold ground, but now the corpse was revived.The beard drove his limbs that seemed to be dead, rolled and crawled, stumbled to the door, and fell heavily to the ground the moment the door was unscrewed.

He heard the sound of cracking somewhere, and it sounded at the same time as the knock on the door.

"Who killed me?"

The woman asked in a sharp voice.

"Who killed me!"

"It's not me...it's not me..." The bearded man crawled to the side of the bed tremblingly, his body seemed to be crushed by some invisible thing, and he had to cling to external objects to stand upright.He stretched out his hand and grabbed the sheet tightly, propped up his body with his arms and lay down on the bed.

He flung himself on the quilt covering the idol.

The bearded man tried his best to shake the quilt several times but failed to lift the quilt that was being held down by him. With the loud noise of the door being knocked open, the bearded man hugged the statue tightly through a layer of quilt. Zhudi begged: "Save me, please save me..."

The woman's sharp nails approached his neck.

The whites of the bearded man's eyes were almost covered with bloodshot eyes, and the staring eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets: "Help me, I can do whatever you want...help me..."

"I don't want to die..."

The bluish-white fingers penetrated deeply into the flesh, puncturing an artery in the neck.

Blood splashed on the white quilt, outlining the outline of the statue.

……

The muffled sound of falling to the ground sounded, and the three of them in the room were silent.

Xu Yan's mood was a bit complicated. According to the previous situation, Xiao Meng would probably kill the guests on the fourth floor with a high probability. Now the person who died first has become a bearded person, so it cannot be said that it has nothing to do with him.

But the beard hurts people first, and Xu Yan's complicated mood comes and goes quickly.

Every time Xiao Mengban kills someone, there will be a period of safety period, and the safety period is getting shorter and shorter. This time, there are only 10 minutes left.

The shorter the safety period, the less they can do.

Xu Yan asked Boss Lu: "The investigation on the third floor has been completed. Do you want to go to the second floor to find clues?"

"No need," Boss Lu shook his head, "I already know who the murderer is."

Xu Yan remembered that Boss Lu had come down from the fourth floor before, so he couldn't help asking, "Is the person from the fourth floor?"

"No, it's the chef."

Xu Yan and Chen Jin were at a loss when they first heard this word, there must be a chef in the hotel, otherwise they would not get the food, but the presence of the chef in the hotel is too low, they have never seen this person.

"I'm going downstairs first." Boss Lu got up and said.

"Then we..."

Boss Lu held down Xu Yan who was about to leave with him: "It's good for you to stay in the room. It's just pointing out a murderer. You don't need so many people."

As soon as Xu Yan thought it was true, he just stayed on the bed without moving.

But he forgot one thing, when pointing out the murderer, he must be in front of Xiao Mengban.

Boss Lu did not forget.

……

Bai Zhu was locked in the study, distraught.

He had no idea what was going on outside and could only speculate based on the sounds he heard.He heard Chen Jin's cry for help, but he could only angrily knock on the door, waiting anxiously for the sound that would reassure him.

It was extremely noisy upstairs for a while.

But at a certain moment, those voices all stopped, because Xiao Mengban came back.

Bai Zhu sat on the ground leaning against the door in a daze.

But Boss Lu didn't come back.

The moment he heard the sound of falling, Bai Zhu knew that a new victim had appeared.This time the victim did not make a sound when he was forced to fall, and Bai Zhu didn't know who the victim was.

Boss Lu never came back...

He emptied his mind and didn't dare to guess at all.

Bai Zhu suddenly heard the sound of going downstairs.

His lifeless expression suddenly became alive.Bai Zhu never knew that he could tell who the owner of the voice was by the sound of his footsteps.

He was so familiar with Lu Ren that he could hear his footsteps.

He stood up from the ground, leaned against the door and waited for Lu Ren to come back.But after Boss Lu's footsteps stopped, he didn't hear the door open for a long time.

Boss Lu knocked on a door.

……

The moment they heard the knock on the door, the people in the room trembled.

"It's useless to hide in the room. The time she stays downstairs is getting shorter and shorter. You will go down to be with her sooner or later." Boss Lu's voice was calm, suppressing the anger that even he couldn't detect.

"Killing pays for life, of course, but so many people died for nothing because of the crime you committed."

No one in the room said a word.Every time Boss Lu said a word, he would tremble. He was hiding those dark things, and one hand was already on the fig leaf, as if it would be lifted in the next second.

Fearing that his crimes would be discovered, he fled to a place with few people.Some people live in the sun, and some people can only live in places where the sun does not shine.At midnight when he was alone, he would always think of the solemn courthouse in the small town under the sunlight, which was the place he had feared all his life.

Those who have made mistakes make mistakes again in the face of temptation.

In his ears, Boss Lu's words seemed to be the judge's sentence.

One word at a time, the evidence was presented to convict him.

"At the beginning, I thought the murderer was hiding among the dead's companions. Because the atmosphere between them was very weird, they were obviously fellow companions, and the people in the team were either alienated from the dead or hated the dead. The smile was like a smirk, When approaching, she will always keep a certain distance uncomfortably, even when she gets along with her boyfriend, she is not a normal young couple." Boss Lu said expressionlessly.

In the evening, the young people sat at the row of tables on the left side of Boss Lu to eat. Their faces were full of vigor. At first glance, they seemed to be very close, but upon closer inspection, there was an invisible gap between them.

"After the investigation, it was found that, except for the drunk young man, everyone else had a motive to kill." Boss Lu said, "But none of them were murderers."

"The murderer is a person that no one can think of. Everyone knows that there is such a person in the hotel, but when it is not mentioned, no one thinks of him. Even I am not familiar with him, and I am even thinking about who might be When it is the murderer, they will unconsciously leave him out."

The people in the room still didn't speak.

"The man was terrified of me. He came to the hotel just as the last chef had left, down like a bum. He offered an unbelievably low salary, and he was a really good cook. I desperately needed a new one then. The chef filled the vacant position, and I hired him even though he averted his eyes and stuttered when I asked some of the usual questions."

"It's my fault for letting you work here without continuing to investigate after discovering that your identity is questionable." Boss Lu said.

"One of the guests suspected that the murderer might be Xiaozhen, because she seemed to be in a poor financial situation and was troubled by poverty. When I inspected the deceased's room, I found that there were some decorations missing in the room. I am afraid it was because she had an argument with her boyfriend. The time was broken. As a waiter, Xiaozhen would ask the guests if they need to clean up at a fixed time every night. The floor of the room was very clean, and the deceased did not look like someone who cleaned up the mess. It is conceivable that when Xiaozhen asked about the deceased, The dead let her in."

"If you want to kill the deceased because of money, you must at least know that the deceased has money. It seems that Xiaozhen is the easiest to know about this except for the deceased's companions. The waiter accidentally saw it when cleaning. It’s easy to speculate about a guest’s personal belongings.”

"But the murderer was not Xiaozhen either. The time she cleaned the bathroom did not match the time when the deceased died. The time she opened the window and went downstairs to see what happened did not match the time needed to kill and escape. Her character , and is not compatible with a murderer."

"There is actually another person who can know the wealth of the deceased."

Boss Lu paused, and then continued: "You either stay in the room or in the kitchen. I rarely see you in a day. You avoided me on purpose. You managed to hide it Find a place to stay in the past, and you are afraid that I will find something wrong with you and kick you out of the hotel."

"Only Xiaozhen can see you often because of serving dishes. I am her boss, the little girl is a little afraid of me, but she is happy to talk to you who are taciturn - after all, you are her only colleague in this hotel gone."

"When Xiaozhen chats with you, she is usually the one who is talking. I accidentally overheard the chat a few times. Although I didn't listen carefully, I can tell from a few words that Xiaozhen is willing to talk to you about many things. Her The past, the future she envisioned, the gossip she knew about the guests... It is rare for a girl at this age to hold back a whole day without talking to anyone. There are so many guests today, she has no free time during the day, and only at night I can talk to you for a while."

"You learned about the deceased from her, right?" Boss Lu didn't seem to be asking a question at all when he said this.

He didn't know what Xiaozhen said, and the content of the chat was not important.

Before the known clues and decisive evidence, he speculated on the most likely course.

"The deceased's belongings are missing," Boss Lu said in a low voice. "I smell oily smoke and food from the knit coat she put in her backpack. You may not have noticed it yourself, but working in the kitchen all year round, Those smells have seeped into your sleeves and won't wash off."

"After the deceased fell from the building, many people opened the windows to check the situation. Except for the companion of the deceased who rushed downstairs, only you and the grandparents did not open the windows on that wall. The elderly and children have no motive for killing. The only suspects are you."

"You have been working hard to hide your identity, and I did not doubt you for a long time, but because of one thing, I still know what you have done in the past."

There was a sound of something falling to the ground in the room, as if a chair had been knocked over.

"I subscribed to some newspapers. Because the hotel is too remote, I made an agreement with the postman to deliver them every half a month." Boss Lu said, "One hour after the newspapers were delivered, I left for a while because of some things and came back. Later, I found that one piece of newspaper was missing."

"You may think that I won't find out. After all, there are [-] newspapers in total, and it is not easy to notice if one is missing. I am also very careless when reading newspapers. I always read them quickly and throw them aside."

"But those newspapers, I had a cursory look at them before you took that copy."

"I saw the arrest warrant."

Boss Lu was silent for a while.

When recalling this memory, he couldn't understand what his past self was thinking. When he found out that the chef in the hotel was actually an absconding murderer, shouldn't the most important thing to do be call the police?

But the self in my memory looked at the photo on the arrest warrant and compared it with the chef at that time, and felt that the chef’s condition at that time looked much better than that on the arrest warrant, and he was not at all hysterical like the gambler who killed the moneylender He concealed this matter with a kind of sympathy that Boss Lu couldn't understand at this time, thinking that the chef had started a new life, and he hadn't committed any crimes during this period, so he needed to be given a A chance to start anew.

The money lender didn't have to die for paying the crime, and the chef didn't give him a chance when he killed someone.

Boss Lu sincerely felt that the person who not only did not call the police but continued to hire chefs at that time must have had a head in the water.

The strange thing is that he didn't think of it until he found the evidence, and when he was looking for the murderer, he didn't think of this person with a criminal record at all.

"I also... want to go back." The chef's stammering voice came from the room, "I want to go back, I need money."

He doesn't want to stay in a dark kitchen or hide in a cramped room all his life. He also wants to return to the sunshine and live like ordinary people.

He needs money, and only money can allow him to escape to a place where no one knows him and the law cannot sanction him, and start his new life under the sun.

The little girl living next door to him talked enviously about the jewelry she accidentally saw in the guest's bag. Her father was seriously ill, and the remaining salary after deducting the money she sent back every month could hardly support her daily expenses.

Obviously she is so poor, obviously she also needs money, but when talking about other people's wealth, she will only show this kind of useless envious expression.

The chef is jealous of the young girl.

He is probably twice as old as that girl. He has nothing and lives like a rat in the gutter. The girl wears expensive clothes, learns elegant professions, and holds her head high.

The chef thought, even if that girl killed someone, she might be suppressed, right?

The chef went to the kitchen to make a dessert, and successfully entered the girl's room on the pretext that it was bought by the girl's boyfriend to make the girl happy.She was defenseless against him, sitting on the windowsill with her back to him.

While serving the dessert to the girl, he tried desperately to figure out how to steal the bag.

After stealing the bag, he went away and never came back here.

The girl glanced at the dessert and sneered, "Who would eat such a shabby thing?"

The girl asked the chef to put the dessert on the table first.

The chef looked at the food in his hands that he didn't want to eat at all, and anger and jealousy were desperately growing in his heart.

As he agreed, he suddenly and violently pushed the girl out of the window.

After a scream, the girl died instantly.

The chef who killed the second time was unexpectedly calm. He hid in the toilet. After the people on the fourth floor left one after another, he hurriedly took the girl's belongings and ran away. He hid back in the cramped small room and no one found him. left.

The chef took a bite of the freshly made dessert, and the creamy sweet taste spread in his mouth, and he cried and laughed.

It's been too long since he's tasted sweetness, just like he hasn't seen the sun for too long.

But it doesn't matter... Soon, he will be able to regain these lost things.

But why... the dead come back?

The author has something to say: I'm sorry it was too late, because the word count was exceeded unconsciously, and I deleted it several times.

By the way, I lost full attendance... this month is coming to an end, sad qwq

Ah, I finally wrote about the murderer, well, but this is not the end.