How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

Edman died.

The man died in a miserable state, and his neck was strangled by a wire-this may not be accurate.

The strength of the murderer was not strong enough to strangle people's necks, or maybe it was because he and she didn't want the blood to stain their hands.

Ed was suffocated to death, the wire was obviously embedded in the flesh of his neck, and a very thin purple scar was drawn in the flesh color.

After Police John found Ed dead, he called Duke, the cordon was full, and he held up his gun and semi-forcibly called all the tenants downstairs.

The door of Room [-] was opened by a thin boy with platinum short hair. When he saw the policeman holding a gun, he was stunned for a moment, and then calmly turned his head to look behind him.

The blond girl who had been keeping a cold face since entering the door came out, and when she saw the policeman, her expression didn't change much.She didn't seem to be surprised that there was an accident, so she raised her hand to indicate that she had no intention of attacking, and led the boy downstairs.

Then came Room [-]. The man in the suit who came out after knocking on the door changed slightly, but even though he tried his best to conceal it, John, who graduated from the police academy and has many years of police experience, still noticed something strange.

John still didn't change his face, and "invited" the newlyweds downstairs in a businesslike manner, but he thought a little more in his heart.

In the last room No. [-], Malcolm, the man who came to the hotel in a police car, opened the door very quickly.

He smiled and greeted the two policemen kindly: "Did something happen?"

John sees him and remembers Ed handing him a package of toilet paper in the car.His mood sank, he sighed, briefly described the murder incident in the hotel, and signaled him and himself to go downstairs for interrogation and investigation.

Malcolm was stunned. The man's meaty body trembled slightly, and his eyes showed shock and sentimentality: "Officer Ed is dead? How could such a terrible thing happen..."

"I'm sorry," Malcolm sighed, walked out, looked sad, and patted the policeman on the shoulder: "Please forgive me."

He obediently went downstairs.

After Sidelle went downstairs, the newlyweds and Malcolm also came down one after another, with the two policemen behind them.

After she went downstairs, the first thing she saw was an extra corpse in the hotel on the first floor.

... Sure enough, something went wrong.

Or a homicide of this vile nature.

A group of guests came to the first floor one after another, and their reactions were very different. It seemed that someone was gasping very lightly, but they couldn't tell who made it.

However, the hotel quickly fell silent.

The ugly man sitting in the corner seemed to be called by the police from the corner to sit at a table under the light because of the murder.For some reason, he was wet all over, and water dripped from the corner of his clothes from time to time.

In the dark and narrow hotel, everyone looked at each other, speechless.

Originally, the death of a person should be a big event, and it was a policeman with a gun who died.But the strange thing is that there is no riot, panic or uneasiness in the hotel now.

Everyone is very quiet.

The atmosphere was eccentric.

But the strange atmosphere is not just because of a dead person.

Sidelle lowered her eyelashes, and calmly moved her eyes away from the corpse of Police Officer Ed and the crooked handwriting next to the corpse.

Someone took the registration pen on the cabinet at the front desk of the hotel, and wrote a line of extremely provocative words next to Officer Ed's body.

You, you, all, will, die.

The blond girl put her hands in her pockets and stood aside with Belch, her eyes glanced at the others.

Everyone went downstairs. After seeing this sentence, those who were still a little bit emotional also fell silent.

They seemed to start to look at each other calmly, the newlyweds stood aside, and chose to stand on both sides of the hotel like Sidelle, Malcolm leaned towards the police, and the ugly man unconsciously moved his chair .

After all, if only one person died, even though it was intentional murder, it could also be revenge...

However, this line of words obviously broke everyone's luck.

There's a psycho killer hiding in the hotel, and the psycho is now after them all.

"It's really..." Someone murmured in a low voice, but the distance between the few people was relatively far, and Sidel could not hear what the person said clearly.

But the tone of voice probably wasn't a good one—it was probably scolding the unknown murderer.

Sidelle pressed the corners of her eyebrows, and glanced lightly at the female corpse in the corner.

The white plastic film on her body was half lifted by someone, exposing her bare upper body.

The female corpse's head was slightly tilted, as if it had been moved, and the two blue eyes remained motionless, looking in the direction of Police Aide.

...The murderer, who could it be?

—Who will be the murderer?

John is also thinking about this question.

He is in an extremely bad mood now. He still remembers the past few years of working with Ed. Although Ed is not a dedicated policeman, he hasn't made any major mistakes.Acquaintances who have known each other for several years, but after an hour, goodbye turned into a cold corpse, no one would be in a good mood.

Duke had a stern face, as if he was not in the right mood. John could only suppress the sadness in his heart, and interrogated these people one by one by himself.

He took a breath, showed a majestic expression, and scanned the crowd.

"You have all seen what happened now," John said, "Now, in order to clear your suspicions and catch the murderer, you need to report your identity first... This is for the sake of everyone's safety, understand Yet?"

"If anyone can't tell—"

He raised the gun in his hand, implying: "You may be more suspicious."

After he finished speaking, everyone was still silent, but their eyes had already wavered a little——

John was not worried that the group of people would not cooperate. After all, he believed that innocent people also wanted to find the murderer so that they would not be victimized.

"Yes," Malcolm was the first to respond, he raised his hand, and said, "My name is Malcolm, and I am an old employee in the marketing position of Jiaji Company in the city. I have worked there for several years... If you need, I can provide my employee certificate and ID card, and my colleagues in the company on my mobile phone can prove to me that I have never made a mistake—”

"Whether it's at work or in life."

He took out his mobile phone, and various message records in the mobile phone proved that Malcolm was not lying.

"Then why are you here?" John asked.

"Today is a rest day," Malcolm scratched his head, "I was planning to come to the country to travel and relax in the town, who knew that the hurricane would affect this side - I could only leave the town after the rainstorm started, I didn't expect that the two sides The road was blocked, and the car got stuck in the mud. If I hadn’t met you police officers, I might still be driving here in the heavy rain.”

There is no doubt about Malcolm's remarks for the time being, and the ugly man turned out to be the next one to speak.

"My name is not important...but if you insist on knowing it, you can call me Kom," Kom moved his Adam's apple, moved his cloudy eyes away from Police Ed's body, and grinned: " I live in a town next to here... just a small town in the countryside, nothing special, my job is to dispose of dead animals in the forest and transport them to special burial pits."

"There was an accident when moving the corpse today. The rain washed away the road, so I drove here to hide from the rain."

"I don't know what happened tonight."

After he finished speaking, there was no movement.

The others frowned slightly, as if they understood the identity of this person with some disgust—it turned out that he was carrying the corpse, no wonder his body smelled so bad.

John frowned, and before he could ask, the newlyweds also spoke.

"My name is Charlie." The man in the suit raised his brows, seemingly a little arrogantly: "Perhaps you have heard my full name?"

He spit out a name, showing a bit of pride: "You must have heard of my family. I am the only child of this generation in the family. This is my new wife Penelope. I don't think I need to say the rest, I know After identity, you should understand—”

"My wife and I cannot be the murderers."

He swears loudly and loudly.

But this man named Charlie does have this capital—the name he mentioned comes from a wealthy family that has made a fortune since the American Civil War and has continued to this day.

"I don't often appear in the news," he also raised his phone: "but——"

"I can also provide you with proof of my identity."

Charlie's cell phone seems to have family photos of him and other people, some of whom are indeed big names who appear on the American news from time to time.

A man who dresses expensively, looks distinguished, and speaks impeccably.

He and his wife had no reason to kill.

But the statements of these people above seem to be perfect, but they are full of loopholes and flaws, and some people deliberately avoided certain problems.

John didn't speak, he looked towards the last corner like everyone else.

The blond girl raised her eyebrows, her face remained unchanged, and she said after thinking, "My name is Sidelle, and this is my brother Belch."

"I am a graduate of xx high school this year. I came to Derry town to relax during the summer vacation. By the way, I helped my aunt see him. However, the airport was closed due to the hurricane. My brother sent me to another airport, but was blocked here because of the heavy rain. place."

"If you want identification, I can also—"

Finally collected all the identity information of everyone, but John did not relax.

He glanced around, and said coldly: "The murderer is still in the hotel under our feet... probably among you people, now we must work together to find this person... If anyone of you lies, you will be killed." Everyone, understand?"

The scene became silent, and several people looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one answered, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward for a while.

John: "..."

He didn't see anything from the reactions of these people, so he could only pick a group that seemed to be the most suspicious at present.

"you--"

John pointed to the newlyweds.

"Are you getting married today?" He asked, looking sharply at the two of them: "You haven't said why you are here? The marriage of the only son of a wealthy family is a big event, but you have no news or reports—— And your wife, Miss Peprope."

"What about your wedding dress?"

As the topic of the police turned to Charlie and Peprop, the others also turned their gazes over and stared at the two.

Wait for them to give a reasonable explanation.

Charlie's eyes seemed to panic for a moment, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

Since entering the hotel, Peprope, who has been gently holding his arm, raised a beautiful face and smiled.

She raised her hand to smooth the hair around her ears, with a hint of sadness in her voice.

"Today was supposed to be my wedding with Charlie, but there was a little accident in the process, but it's not important, and it doesn't help our current situation—"

"But if you don't tell me, no one will know what happened to you, whether you have bad intentions for other people in the hotel."

Malcolm interrupted Peplop, frowning quite seriously.

John: "..." He swallowed the lines that had just been snatched away, and glanced at Malcolm faintly.

Comb grinned, showing his blackened gaping teeth, and said, "You should go on, it's still raining heavily outside, and no one wants to be kicked out for being unclear...isn't it?"

Perhaps it was because a death occurred in the hotel, which exceeded Kom's psychological threshold. Now he has improved his behavior of marginalizing himself after entering the hotel, and started to speak actively, as if he was quite active in trying to find the murderer.

John was silent for a moment.

Why did they suddenly speak up by themselves?

Now he, the policeman, stood aside, as if it was no use, watching them question each other.

"Okay." At this moment, in the face of many people's questioning, Charlie seemed to have no other choice. He sighed helplessly, with a dejected expression: "Then we can only tell you this matter."